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Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 13
Jim and Lois had been driving all day. They were traveling cross-country from their home in Pittsburgh to visit Lois's ailing Great-Aunt Ida in Santa Fe. Sure, they could've flown (it certainly would have been quicker) but Jim had a crippling fear of flying. Both of them figured a little road trip would be fun; it gave them a chance to unwind upon the open road, and get reacquainted with each other. Although they had been married for almost five years now, neither of them recently seemed to have the time to just sit down and talk anymore with their individual busy schedules.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
The Green Guardian
"Hey, Sarge, look." Hank looked up from his phone and saw that one of the Inmates had raised a scarecrow in front of the leaf pile they'd been making. He was unsurprised to find that it was Jasper. Jasper had always been more of a talker than a worker, and today it was clear that his rake hadn't seen much use. He had come across an old green button-up shirt and stuffed it with leaves, making the body bulge oddly. He'd put a sack head on top to complete the ugly golem and drawn a crude scarecrow face on the front. The whole works had been stuck on top of a broken rake handle and stuck in the ground before the ever-growing leaf pile. It hung there like a silent guardian as the inmates raked their piles closer and closer to the growing mound.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Carnival: Sarah Is Sick
A nasty storm had swept the mountain range where Teresea’s Home For The Lost was located. A nun named Maria was looking out the window with a teenage girl named Bab. Maria commented how the rain brings life to plants. Bab remarked how rain never does anything except put people to sleep. Maria reminds her that nuns should have a more positive outlook on life. Bab reminded her that she wasn’t a nun, her parents just sent her there to keep her from having premarital sex. Maria went on to talk to her about the power of faith and kindness. Bab rolled her eyes and continued looking out the window. Bab asked Maria if she could see something crawling towards the gates. Maria looked out the window and saw what appeared to be a person crawling towards the gates. Maria and Bab hurried to help.
By Christopher Shavers3 years ago in Horror
The Curse of The Blood Countess
"I have had many names…" Fires raged beneath her feet, men in red robes wearing golden crucifixes and shouting indistinct obscenities and words which translated to "witch" and "heretic" stood before her, having lit said fire under the stake and pyre on top of which she stood, bloodied, bruised, dressed in but rags and barefoot, tied to the massive wooden spire. They spat at her, they laughed and reveled in her last burning moments. Villagers looked on, half amused, half horrified, and in their ranks was a young woman with tears streaming down her eyes, mouthing something like "I'm sorry" in vain. The woman shouted and let out a blood curdling shriek of agony and hatred, a vocalization so fearsome the men in red shook a moment and proceeded to hail Mary. Before her last breath, the woman howled what, to the villagers, sounded like a curse, but was actually a promise, or a threat.
By Demeter-Valencia A Lopez3 years ago in Horror
Pyramid of Immortalis
Dust swirled in the air as a stately scorpion dropped silently from a crack above, its delicate legs skimming the decaying floor. I fought the gnawing exhaustion in my limbs and pushed myself to my feet, my body resisting, my mind more eager than my flesh. Once again, I scanned the chamber—hoping against hope to uncover a clue or symbol I’d missed in my first hundred passes.
By M.R. Cameo3 years ago in Horror
THE DOC READS WHITEHOUSE | ''Tunnels'' [EXCLUSIVE READING]
This bravery was both his greatest strength and his most profound weakness, for ignorance and heedlessness can often be mistaken for a deep and foolhardy sense of courage. He was to learn the limits of his bravery down in those oppressive tunnels, deep below the streets of Amsterdam.
By Mark Emily3 years ago in Horror
Carnival: You're Going To Laugh
Josh woke up in his hospital bed. Staring at the ceiling, he thought about how hard he could hit the floor if he jumped from the ceiling. He smirked at how ridiculous the idea was. Telling himself that he would have to learn how to stand again first. Swiftly deflating himself telling himself, out loud, “Like I have a reason to walk anymore.”
By Christopher Shavers3 years ago in Horror
