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The Wendigo
The Wendigo Aiden jolts up in his bed, his arms holding his body up. The sweat dripping from his brow to the sheets below him, drenching them even more. His room spinning around his head, turning the posters on the wall into a mirage of colors, but there was nothing he could do to decipher one from the other. The walls fly faster and faster past his eyes, suddenly he sees a dark figure standing halfway out of the closet. The room keeps rotating, and with every spin the figure gets closer. The void of where its’ eyes should be, suck him in. Though there aren’t any eyes for Aiden to look into, it stares at him. Aiden’s hands fly up to his head to steady his skull. The figures arm begins to reach forward but before it can touch him, the cat knocks the lamp off the desk, bringing Aiden back to his body.
By Alexa Thomas4 years ago in Horror
Just a Slice of Cake
When I woke the realization hit me that I was in my own dining room. The large ceiling light was turned off and the dining room was bedecked in an overbearing number of candles in all shades. I would blame the marbles of sweat that rolled down my face on the heat of so many candles, but it was the fact that my wife had me tied down to the chair with the very ties that she had gifted me in the past five years. One had dinosaurs on it and the other little stacks of money with wings coming off them. And she wondered why I never wore them. A decision I might be regretting now.
By Jessica Kohlgraf5 years ago in Horror
The Dead Hour
People talk about the things that go “bump” in the night as if they don’t exist. The scary fairytales that we all know are fantasy, non-existent, inconsequential even; they are used to scare children into cleaning their rooms and provide movie dates where you can hold the girl you like real close when the jump scenes appear on the screen. Halloween is just a holiday; Freddy Krueger is just a character; Sleepy Hollow is just a town; Annabelle is just a doll. We can sleep at night with the lights off and the windows open because we know these things. I used to believe that as well. I wish I could go back in time and once again become ignorant to the truth. Unfortunately, I can never go back. I now wake up in the middle of the night with the sheets soaked with my sweat, my heart nearly bursting out of my chest, my throat dry from screaming, and my fingers numb from squeezing the pillow next to me. I am afraid, I am scared, I am terrified. I can no longer walk down the street without looking over my shoulder or sleep in a room with the lights off. I will tell you of the night that has changed my life and I hope and I pray that whomever reads this will never have to experience the true horrors of the world as I have. There are dangers that hide in the dark and lie beneath our shadows, they are right in front of our eyes and sleep comfortably underneath our beds. I will tell you of the night I discovered pure unadulterated fear.
By Diyanni Toxey5 years ago in Horror
The Barn
It was a muggy evening. The south was always hot and humid during the summer, but tonight was the worst for Mildred, or Milly to her friends. She was soaked in sweat and more was running out of her pores. Her clothes stuck to her like a wetsuit. The old hay on the ground was sticking to her exposed legs and short shorts, while the new, bundled, hay blocked her from the entrance to the dilapidated barn she was currently hiding in.
By Colt Henderson5 years ago in Horror
You Should Smile More
The moon was full tonight; that was a bad sign. Andrew Thompson shivered as the wind snapped his pajama bottoms around his ankles, his arms prickling with goose flesh despite his attempts to rub warmth into them. He had to hurry, if his father found him out here... well, he didn't even want to think about that. He stood outside the barn, its structure rising over him like a tsunami about to drop. Just forget it, there's nothing in there, you're making stuff up, go back to bed before you get in trouble. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself he couldn't shake the feeling of dread, the truth was that early today he'd found something he shouldn't have and he didn't think it was something he could ignore. Breathing a shaky almost painful breathe he lifted the padlock that sealed the doors, the hairs on the back of his neck raising as the rusty metal screeched. His hands were so shaky it took him a couple tries to get the key in but when he did it opened with a click that sounded loud enough to wake the dead.
By Megan Butt5 years ago in Horror
The Barn
The deep red walls of the barn were the color of blood beneath the setting sun. Night swept over the land like Death, painting the sky in red and black. The world was not a real one, but rather a fabrication, born of blood and horrifying sacrifice. One of those sacrifices stood at the door of the barn, black hair dancing playfully in the wind, eyes glaring out over the fields bathed in darkness. Beside him stood a woman, with glittering violet eyes. Concern was etched in every line of her face. She could sense the magic radiating from the barn, and what she felt made her sick to her stomach.
By Alana Stickles5 years ago in Horror
The 5 Scariest 'Goosebumps' Books Worth Reading Again
Any Millennial adult no doubt remembers the excitement of when a new Goosebumps book hit the school library. These 90s horror books by author R.L. Stine were a staple for elementary and middle school aged children throughout the decade. Whether it be from the library or at book fairs (I know you remember those Scholastic fairs), kids ate up Goosebumps for one reason - they were exciting to read! The book series was scary enough for the time and made good conversation to see who got the most scared from the latest book.
By Jenika Enoch5 years ago in Horror
Do you really want to know? Chapter 2
I didn't really want to know. I shot my daughter, Annie, between the eyes as a kindness. Her body would no longer do things that would have repulsed her in life. The kindness of my intention did not lessen my sorrow. Now I am running from a herd of zombies. I do not look back as that would slow me down. They sounded like they were getting closer. Probably because sobbing makes it hard to run. I saw an exit door on the back wall. I know if I tried to use it and it didn't open, I would lose the last race I ever ran in life. I made the mistake that teenagers make in horror films and went up the stairs. The second floor wasn't a full floor. It was a row of offices and some storage space with a railing that let you look down on the activity below. I knew running into an office would be a dead end, literally. I ran to the rail, grabbed it and jumped over while hanging on.
By Wayne Baillie5 years ago in Horror
