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Monsters and horror go hand in hand; explore horrific creatures, beasts and hairy scaries like Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein and far beyond.

Under the Moon
The wolf sat, his dark brown eyes boring into her. His tail lazily flicked back and forth. Despite the lack of lip movement, she felt as if he was smiling. He was smiling the way a predator smiles to its prey before the end comes.
By LB Stories5 years ago in Horror
The Househelp
Mrs. Robert Jackson picked up a shiny, golden delicious apple. She frowned upon seeing a dark spot, set it back, and instead looked towards the granny smith. Mr. Robert Jackson preferred tart apples, but she intended to make a pie. Her preference for pies was a mix: ½ honey crisp and ¼ golden delicious, with her “secret” addition of pear. She smiled, pleased with her purpose. This was a gift to Robert for the locket he gave her: a heart, with a red hardened stone that filled the locket space. It was peculiar, yes, but Robert was allowed his odd taste in gifts.
By Carrie M Fassbinder5 years ago in Horror
What the Heart Wants
The crumbling of stone, the rustling of the wind whipping the dust of what once was, is the all the can be heard for miles. At least, that’s what most people wish to believe.
By Elliot Ksyniak 5 years ago in Horror
Blenheim Street
Wayne climbed up the make shift ladder he constructed to get onto the top of the double stacked storage containers. He quickly glanced below and around city street that he now called home. Once he was sure that there was no immediate threat and was safe for the time being, he grabbed the blue milk crate and set it down near the edge of the storage container. Wayne sat with a sigh as he checked what little ammo he had brought with him. Four meager shots left. He then started to double check the rifle to make sure that it would also function as intended. Once he was satisfied that it wouldn’t jam, he laid it across his lap and ran his hand through his messy hair to get some of the dirt out.
By Codi G5 years ago in Horror
For Your Mind, Body, and Soul
Was she smart like Father? Was she sweet like Mother? Or was she funny like Grandmother? What dreams filled her head before the alien Foreigner War between humans and neuralites? Finding her starving, dehydrated, and unconscious, I never had the pleasure of exploring the wonders of her personality before ending her misery. Now I wear her tattered, grungy white dress and her heart-shaped locket around my neck. She was younger than me, but her size and gender suited my needs. The tarnished outside of the golden heart trinket displays an engraved name. Inside bares a portrait of the girl, aged approximately four or five, a few years junior from the age in which I found her. She looks happy in the photo as she’s embraced by a loved one, presumably her mother.
By NICHOLAS E BROWN5 years ago in Horror
The Crawlers
The screaming started. Jensen awoke with a start as it pierced through his subconscious, shattering the beautiful dream that had been his to indulge in as the moon shone brightly through his window. The screaming emanated from outside, and Jensen looked down. It was hard to see where it was coming from, shadows looming large in the central courtyard as an owl hooted nearby.
By William Bundy5 years ago in Horror
Leviathan
He set down the Medegan insulated pitcher in the passenger seat, the kind you get in the hospital that’s usually filled with crushed ice and a smidge of water because it was a few inches too big for the cup holder, the crazy accordion-style straw sticking out like an austere antenna. His ex-wife had stolen the pitcher for him from a hospital, despite saying it was weird he wanted it when he’d had his gallbladder removed. He sighed, taking in a long, calming pull of polluted and fart-tainted Toyota car seat air, and pushed the button to start the car. The sound of loose metal rattled as the car sprang to life and he was off.
By Richard Foltz5 years ago in Horror
You killed the world.
The bustle of city life has fallen silent. There are no conversations between strangers on sidewalks, no discussion of the latest social media trends, no laughter or clapping. Cars no longer hum and rumble through the streets. Jetliners no longer roar through the skies. All is quiet, save for the crackle of the campfire and the rustle of rough hands through a backpack that doesn’t belong to them. My five senses are all that really, truly belong to me right now.
By J5 years ago in Horror
Mother's sin
The sign once red Top-To-Bottom, but three of the letters were missing and those that were left flickered on and off slower than car blinkers. Its windows had been replaced by slabs of wood rowed atop one another. Beyond the metal enforced door was a skimp light barely strong enough to show the racks of sprawled children’s clothes. Out through the door she came.
By Givoughn Tomlinson5 years ago in Horror
Fields of Goldenrod
Light no longer existed. The world was one large shadow, and she was sure that was the cause of the chaos; a world of blackness to match the hearts of its inhabitants. People murdered and killed till their bodies were crimson and there just was not a way to scrub themselves clean of their sins. In a world of darkness and hate, she remained.
By Briana Firth5 years ago in Horror
The Scout
“From here on out, you cannot talk back to me.” A young man speaking through my ear piece, he sounds nervous, wonder how many people he has guided through the city. “Adam, I need to know you understand give me a thumbs up infront of your cam if you understand.” I’ll raise my middle finger to the camcorder strapped to my hat. “Very funny.” I thought so too. “Alright, last known feral location is three clicks north, we go in, we confirm their hideout, we leave.” Not my first trip kid, give him a real thumb up this time. “Alright ready when you are.” Time to get to work. The city looks like shit, concreate roads cracked with weeds and grass growing though them, most the windows are all broken shattered on the ground not too much to window shopping these days unless you like skeletons or expired goods. Cars are all abandoned, tires stripped most of them too rusted to work anyway. “You know I have never seen a car work before.” Of course you haven't, you were born after the doom not many running cars around these day. “Alright you want to go left at this intersection.” Would have been easier if he left me a map.
By Jordan Webster5 years ago in Horror
Abaddon
Sebastian stood at the large viewing window that overlooked the small observation room of the underground lab. Inside stood the figure that held his attention completely. A woman with matted blonde hair thrashed wildly against her chains. Guttural sounds protruded from her petite, slender figure in a way that would make people of the old world claim she was possessed. And in a way she was. Sebastian stared in silence, his eyes flicking between the heart-shaped locket with the picture of his ten-year-old girl, and the naked, unkempt woman that stood on the other side of the glass. His eyes filled with sorrow and his heart with guilt. It was a grief he had never been allowed to voice to her. Because this was his daughter. His Helen. And her mind had been twisted by Abaddon—the bioweapon he helped create.
By Kenneth Michel5 years ago in Horror