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I wasn’t ready to die. I knew that much. Maybe that’s all I ever knew, because there is no way in hell I could have told you one week ago that this is where I would fucking be. I’m not going to ‘take you back to where it all began’, but I will tell you one thing. If you find the book, or the book finds you, DO NOT TRUST IT. DO NOT OPEN IT. The book doesn’t care what colour your hair is, how many times you’ve fallen in love, the lullabies your mother used to sing when you were young, or if you even had parents at all. The book only cares that you drink it, letting the words trickle down your throat until they catch in your chest and flood your lungs leaving you gasping for more of the very thing that is causing you to drown. The book will submerge you, and you can only sink and wish you had heeded my warning, and not opened that goddamn book. Fuck it. No way in hell are you gonna put down the book now that I’ve hooked your curiosity. What’s that old saying? Curiosity killed the cat. You’re damn right. So, let me take you back to where it all began. What a joke.
By Annelise Nealon5 years ago in Horror
It’s impolite to throw things at strangers
Rose was walking down Main St. on her way to work. It was so hot she could literally see her sweat sizzling as she hurried to get out of the sun hanging in a bright purple sky. The towering buildings that lined the streets swayed gently, but their subtle movements provided almost no breeze at all for pedestrians.
By Allison Peeler-Mitchell5 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book
The day of work started pretty typically for Jacob. He arrived at the convenience shop for work at 8:05(a couple minutes late per usual), consumed a cup of coffee and a donut, and then found his post behind the cash register, to begin idly flipping through a book of sorts while awaiting customers. Though nothing out of the ordinary had stirred quite yet, Jacob had the feeling that something miraculous was to occur that day. A slight upbeat apprehension that stirred his insides. Yet he sat and waited, unfazed.
By Ryan Matthews5 years ago in Horror
The Job's Not Done
Time was running out. I had the bag packed, the rest of the cash and a one way ticket across the country. Everything else I’ll figure out when I land. I left that damned battered black book on the nightstand, turned off the lights and slammed the door behind me. After throwing my bag in the back I hopped in the driver’s seat and threw the car into reverse. As I hit the road, I felt a wave of calm start to wash over me, relieved I defied the odds and was in the clear. I pulled up to a four way intersection, slowly creeping forward and saw no one in any of the directions so I proceeded to cross. Just as I was in the middle, a black SUV careens into the front of my car, sending me spinning, only to be stopped by a tree.
By Kyle Marino5 years ago in Horror
Requiem
Adalia was certain there was someone peering into her window. She had awoken at an ungodly hour, well past nightfall. Frost covers the glass windowpane in a gossamer web, absorbing and reflecting the moonlight in its tiny streams. Violet, Adalia’s cat, defensively arches; she grates out a predatory hiss that is at odds with her noticeable smell of fear.
By Ivana Devcic5 years ago in Horror
Bury Me Low
ACT ONE He had fucked her. That much was true. He would fuck her multiple times over the course of her life, and while her family knew, they did nothing to try and stop him. Her father had tried at first, finding a knife to the gut and a broken jaw to be the end result of such heroics. After he was let out of the hospital, he never tried to intervene again. He would look at his daughter with sorrow in his eyes before eventually leaving, stepping out of her life whenever she was twelve and never returning. Even though she hated him for it, she couldn’t quite blame him, either. If she had a chance to leave, she would take it, too. It was already too late for her, however, and she knew that. She’d known that ever since the first time anything happened. The first time anything nonconsensual happened.
By Hannah Earlywine5 years ago in Horror
The Game
Some games aren't meant for children. Alone in a park and under a tree, The Young Man was fairly inconspicuous. If you dared to play The Game, you had to make sure no one ever found out. The Game was turning people against each other and everyone was wary. An alert sounded on his phone. He looked up to see the few people that were also in the park receiving the same alert. Local authorities were asking for any information on the book to be brought forward to police. T he Young Man refocused his attention back to what was in his hands. The little black book had a slight shine and the leather felt smooth. A deep breath was taken and a decision was reached. He was a broke college student and he needed the money. He was going to play despite the risk. He opened the smooth cover and saw a blank page. Slowly, words began to appear.
By Michael Lacombe5 years ago in Horror
Where All The Things Meet
Deep into the part of the forest where no rationally intelligent man or woman would ever go. Far beyond the most distant trees the eyes could see – there lived a man. Lionel Warstar was the only name I ever heard him called. If you were asking me – and only if you were asking – I’d tell you his name was Demon, Satan, Terror. For some who walk the earth the mere fact of their birth was a punishment. Not just to them but us all.
By Solomon Brown5 years ago in Horror
