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Price of Admission
The traveling circus rolled into town like thunder on a sticky-hot summer night. Lydia and I were right there to meet it, all fizzy inside with excitement. We hadn't had a circus come in at least twenty years—maybe thirty. I guess word gets around on the entertainment circuit.
By Vanessa Gonzales4 years ago in Horror
Serialized Story: Reality Check Part 2: Level 1
Part 2: Level 1 Chapter 2: New Findings At this point, my nerves were still haywire from the shock of waking up to an unfamiliar place, my interactions with the figure, and straight up fear of the unknown. The figures' quick reappearance shook my senses even more. My hands were shaking, my breath ragged, and my body felt like jello. I hadn’t heard any sound coming from the other rooms since I stepped out into the hallway, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t danger beyond what I currently saw. In the room where I had woken up, there was safety in knowing that there were four walls and a door between me and the outside, but danger could have been around any corner.
By Victoria Ward4 years ago in Horror
Downturn
Today the CDC announced revised self-isolation guidance for government and private employers. Self-isolation is now optional, and employers may grant or not grant it to symptomatic employees as they see fit. Virologists across the country are protesting these new regulations, stating this will only open the door for increased infections and chances for the virus to mutate into more virulent strains. This news comes amid the city-wide healthcare and public transportation workers' strike over last week's decision by the mayor's office to eliminate masking and social distancing mandates under pressure from anti-mask protests. In other news, NIH officials have stated that there is no evidence that the Omega variant is behind the increased strength and aggression of patients and any studies with these findings have yet to be peer-reviewed.
By Glenn Whitlock4 years ago in Horror
On William S. Burroughs
Plenty of things have been said about William Seward Burroughs over the course of his life and after. He was a shamble man with a box full of mysteries, a man that can't be admired nor respected but simply studied for the amount of chaos he produced with virtually everything he touched.
By Ezra I. James4 years ago in Horror
The Suspect
Sheriff Barnett glared through a one way mirror at the filthy man who sat fidgeting in the interrogation room. She didn’t like this. As a rule she was strictly opposed to hauling in suspects for questioning without any real evidence, but there’s a saying about desperate times, and her current situation could easily fit that category.
By Travis Sawyer4 years ago in Horror
CREEPY SNOWMAN AT MY WINDOW
For a while, I was a struggling ghostwriter and decided to spend some time at an isolated ski resort. A good way to clear my mind and get back on track would be to go for a walk.To ensure that I would have a few weeks to think and relax, there were no other cabins nearby.As far as I could tell, at least until the last week of my stay, which made this Christmas truly memorable.I first noticed it in the middle of the night when I awoke from a deep sleep.As a child, I had no idea what I had just heard or if it had come from a bad dream. I was compelled to look out the window, no matter how I felt about the situation.It's at this point that I spot the snowman. The distance between here and there.Even the sight of a snowman would have made me happy when I was a kid. But the nostalgia for my childhood was quickly replaced by the knowledge that I wasn't the only one in the woods. It seemed like a long way to walk just to build the snowman from the cabin where well was staying.Despite the strange sensation, I was too exhausted to give it much thought and was able to get the rest of the night's sleep despite it.The snowman was still there the next morning, which came as no surprise. There was something odd about the snowman that I couldn't quite put my finger on at the time.A few hours later, when it happened again, I decided to go about my day as normal. In the middle of the night, I woke up without warning. I don't remember having a bad dream, but I suppose it's common for us to forget the dreams we have. Even the truly appalling ones The familiar sensation returned, and I found myself peering out the window of my bedroom once more.The snowman was still visible, if not more so. To my surprise, it made me feel as if something was out of place. I began to wonder why the snowman was pointing toward the cabin.And who in their right mind would do such a thing out here?For miles, there were no other cabins.After that, I didn't get much sleep, so I woke up the next day. To get a better look, I ventured out of the cabin.I scoured the area, but there was no sign of anyone, though it was difficult to tell because of the poor visibility.I decided to hold on to the snowman for good measure, as it had already begun to feel like a bad omen.. Then again, maybe I went a little overboard. At least I wouldn't have to think about it anymore, since it was just some kids playing around. I thought so at the time. Things got even worse the next night.I was awakened from my slumber. It wasn't a dream, but rather a loud thud that woke me up. Indistinguishable from the sound of glass breaking.I looked out the window and saw the same snowman that I had seen the previous day. That night, I remember going to bed late and finding no sign of a snowman. When I shut the lights off. As a result, I was confident that it was not a schoolyard prank. So, who would let their kids out so late in the night to build a snowman, anyway? What was the sound coming from the window? Going outside in the freezing cold was the last thing on my mind. But the footprints I left behind would be completely obscured if I waited until the morning. But I'll also put on my clothes and head outside to see if the snowman is still there.To my surprise, a single set of enormous footprints led both out of and back into the woods.An uneasy feeling pervaded my body. As if by destroying the last snowman, I had somehow made things even worse.That's when I decided to let it go and head back to the cabin.Despite my best efforts, the bitter cold persisted that night as I curled up in bed to try to stay warm. However, any hope of sleeping that night was quickly dashed.The squeak on the window. Immediately, I could hear the sound of a snowball smashing against the glass. I had a gut feeling it meant one thing.I couldn't sleep at all that night, and I had to leave the cabin the following morning. I had no idea who he was or even what he looked like. However, as time passed, I grew to care about him. As if it were snow.
By Dwayne nembhard4 years ago in Horror
Serialized Story: Reality Check
Part 1: Level 1 Chapter 1: Awoken My body felt numb like it had been frozen like I had been sitting outside in a rainstorm for hours. I couldn’t open my eyes, and my arms felt heavy like the packed down snow in my driveway. My arms were tied to a cold-metallic object, and the room smelled like chemicals used in the science lab at school. I started to regain consciousness as my thoughts began to reform. The smaller details I could remember, but I didn’t know where I was or how I had gotten there. I felt an ever-colder presence than the feeling of ice running down my spine as if someone was watching me. As my mind finally started releasing the tension of sleep it had been holding, my eyes slid open one centimeter at a time.
By Victoria Ward4 years ago in Horror
Rats
He took a final drag from his still burning cigarette before flicking it off onto the street. The smoke he exhaled came through his two nostrils and the opening on the right side of the bridge of his nose. There were more scars all over his face as if he had been sown together. He coughed a deep, mucous-filled cough. He gripped the sides of his body, right where his lung would be. There was a high possibility there was a new scar or bruise underneath his tattered denim shirt outside of the lung, or it could be the lung itself. He spat a blob of green onto the sidewalk. There were a few specks of red mixed within the emerald saliva. He grimaced at the sight as if it annoyed him, reminding him of his weakness. I wished he would have gotten help.
By Dan Faucetta4 years ago in Horror
