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Waters Abyss
By the waters edge, a young woman is seen sitting on the sandy shores. The moon light shinning down on her, and the waves lightly tapping onto her feet. As she sat there, her mind races in circles of the day that had past on by. Without paying any attention to her surroundings, she leans her body backwards to sprawl herself out in the sand. Though she felt her head bump against someone. She whispers a 'sorry' as she bends her body forward and looks towards where she thought the person would be, just to notice that no one was there. Getting onto her knees, she turns her body around, her eyes skimming around to see if she notices anything out of place.
By Ashley Tenold4 years ago in Horror
What lies below
My skin burned. It burned like a spit roast pig slowly turning over an open flame. The heat ravenously lapped at me and the way my skin slowly wilted and peeled away was like petals from a flower in winter. My thoughts screamed louder than any other sound in the world, but nothing left my lips. My mind wanted me to move somewhere, anywhere, it didn’t matter. I couldn’t. 30 minutes passed with my eyes sealed shut, body frozen in place like a corpse. I wondered, as I felt myself grow crisper whether this was hell. Whether I’d died and I’d done something so cruel in my life that it warranted being barbequed alive without even being given the luxury to scream. There was the constant crackle of flames and rushing wind around me, falling as frequent as rain. My eyes finally opened, and I saw darkness directly above me with a weak promise of light towards my feet. I was in a kind of tent, constructed of the fallen roof of the pub next to me, propped up on chunks of brick and concrete. It was enough to cover my whole body with an inch or two of room for my breath to flee. My peripherals teased more of the diabolic artistry that awaited me. Looking to my feet I could see small drops of bright orange hellfire clattering to the pavement in a deadly shower, the claustrophobic shelter under which I found myself being the only protection. I could hear the tiles sizzling and scorching, inches away from my face. A beam of light suddenly broke through and cast onto my left shoulder. Shit. The tiles were giving way. The hole was small, so I foolishly didn’t feel an immediate panic. Moments later: a single drop of flaming rain landed above, stalked down towards the breach, trickled in and landed on my clavicle. The patch of skin hissed and caught fire for a few fleeting agonising moments before cooking like a piece of bacon, the meat quickly turning darker and crunching like autumn leaves. I managed to find my voice then. The way I screamed; my vocal cords threatened to tear. With tear-flooded eyes, I lost my vision again and in a panicked state I started spasming like a trapped animal just trying to move away from the danger.
By Michael Coffey4 years ago in Horror
Silence on the Shore
Summertime in Maine, especially around any lake tends to be busy. Families busy themselves at their camps and go about their daily tasks maintaining the camp that they spend a month out of the year at. When things really start to drop off, is in the fall.
By Clyde Ford4 years ago in Horror
It wasn't witches that were burned
I laughed as me and my three best friends and I walked through the doors of the “Psychic” we were going to see. The room had a strange, sweet smell, dim lights, and strange pictures on all of the walls. Crystals were placed randomly on chairs and shelves, and I felt like I had walked into a completely different universe. My friends had been interested in the “woo woo” for a few years but I had not jumped on board the crazy train. The only reason I was in this place today was because Alisha was getting married, and this was her idea of a wedding shower – past life regression. Seriously? But I decided to be a good sport and have some fun with it.
By Suzanne Arden 4 years ago in Horror
Night Shadow
Night Shadow by: Dennis R. Humphreys The night can be a scary thing. We can't see what we hear and sometimes we can't hear what we can see. We think illogically at times in the dark and our primordial senses tell us to beware and fear the dark because predators lurk there waiting to devour us. That's how it was when mankind was young and was the hunted instead of being the hunter. He became the hunter as he bonded with other men to hunt, assuring his survival. However, that persistent fear of the night and of being alone continues.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Horror
Sirens
“Ow— shit!” Bright beads of blood bubbled up on the pad of Jovi’s thumb. She pulled her hand back from the moving box she was digging through and observed the sharp slit. Jovi peered inside the box and saw the edge of a broken dish glinting with a tiny droplet of her blood.
By Lauren Castiglione4 years ago in Horror
The Rain
It’s October, and it has been raining everyday. This wasn’t just some fall rain, this was abnormal rain. You could feel it almost piercing through your skin. Scientists said that it’s due to global warming. Whether that was true or not, this phenomenon was petrifying… rain kept pouring nonstop. If I left a five gallon bucket outside, it would fill up within 15 seconds, and this was not an exaggeration. Going outside was risky, but people had to continue on with their lives. The electricity would go off often so there was no way people could do online school or work virtually.
By Anna-Belle4 years ago in Horror
The Spooky Spectrum: Oliver from Come Play (2020)
Welcome, my dear readers to The Spooky Spectrum, A Halloween Edition of Breaking the (Autistic) Code. I will be looking at Autistic-coded, and some canonically autistic, characters in Horror films during the month of October. It is important to note that I will definitely be discussing some disturbing topics in these essays so be cautious before continuing on. Spoilers will also be a thing as well as snark.
By Kelsey O'Malley4 years ago in Horror
The Teppes
On the Far South Coast a pissy, fickle spring held on until the seventeenth day of what was supposed to be summer, when a storm came. A ripsnorter. An east coast low coiled itself up out of nowhere and tried to heave the ocean ashore. 368 millimetres of rain fell on Kialla, a seaside town that was popular with tourists when there were such a thing, before COVID. All that rain fell between 1pm and midnight. The sea churned, turned Kialla Beach inside out. A flûte, not seen by anyone who cared to report it after sailing out of Botany Bay two hundred and thirty years ago, saw the sun and gave up its ghosts.
By Jamie Forbes4 years ago in Horror
When The Night Falls
The Night. It is tradition. I will not break tradition. I am not sure how long the town has stood, but it is old - I know this. Decrepit buildings and dilapidated docks stretch far into our little lake, some collapsed, forgotten, some still used daily by the fishermen going up and down, sunrise to sunset... even those most trafficked still on the brink of collapse, somehow held together by ramshackle boards and old rope. More are forgotten than not. A simple life for simple people.
By Rachel Christopher4 years ago in Horror
The Lakes Secret
Chapter 1 CAMPGROUNDS It was a cold fall night. Nothing in sight. The streetlights were too far away and not even the yellow or the red of leaves covering the green grass could brighten the ground. The park only allowed darkness to pierce the eyes of its well awaited campers. Everyone was quiet, for they knew what lured in this eeriness. There was no need to scream. No need to move a muscle. The morning would come and that was their chance for escape. To add more fury to the madness, all eight members had to sit straight up the entire night fall. To sleep would put much at risk.
By Beautiful Intelligence4 years ago in Horror
