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Wraith of Wrath, Part I
Have you ever heard the phrase, "Nothing good ever happens after 3 AM"? Well, it rings so very true, especially for those of us who have to deal with the paranormal. Have you ever woken up in a cold sweat, heart racing, mouth dry, almost as if you had just run the longest marathon ever? It happened to me, and whether you believe in ghosts or not, this story is quite a chilling one regardless of what you may or may not believe in.
By Nightingale Silva5 years ago in Horror
Black Gold
t was 1870, after my Pa did his bit for Old Man Lincoln, he got himself a small farm out in Wyoming territory, it was me, my Pa, my ma, and my sister. We worked hard, but the land was ours. Things went normally till a stranger came calling one unseasonably warm December night. He came riding to our farmstead on a horse blacker than the deepest midnight, though it didn’t seem to gallop it was more a glide, and when he strode up to our front door the animals kicked up an awful racket, I suppose in hindsight we should have heeded their warning. But my ole Pa, ever the gentleman he went and invited the stranger in with no hesitation. He gave me the willies so ikept my distance, still though when My ma took his coat, i noticed the way he stared at her and my sister, like a starved wolf eyeing up a particularly fat sheep that had strayed off too far from the herd. It sent a cold shiver down my spine. But before I could raise up a voice to protest, my pa hurried us out of the room saying that grown folks had business to discuss.
By Demitrius Covington5 years ago in Horror
Sealed With a Kiss
The wind howled around her as she adjusted her grip on the ticking device, counting down the moments left until she could return home.
By S.C. Clark5 years ago in Horror
The Alucard Effect: What's Great About Hellsing Ultimate
Quick Fact -Alucard is a great character to study, especially when we want to obtain confidence, fearlessness, transformation, a positive sense of eternity, how to consciously embrace our dark side, and more!
By Gabriel Mohr5 years ago in Horror
Gerry’s adventure
Gerald was unlike the other High School kids around him. While many looked for local work like stocking supplies at a grocery store, helping in farmers' fields, or punching the clock at a factory in order to have spending money, Gerald, or Gerry to his friends, was more interested in opportunities that existed on the other side of the skyline, beyond the vast, golden prairie that surrounded him. He often saw cars drive over the horizon and wondered where they were going, what they were doing. Curiosity was in his nature.
By Desmond James5 years ago in Horror
Merial in the Mud
Most considered Fritz to be a dim child, his elementary school teachers, his older brothers and sisters, Dianne, Marco, Trent, Elizabeth, Taylor, and Dean, and his mother and father, who were as he remembers, exceptional professionals. Fritz often felt helpless as he never did what he was asked of, as in the time that it took for him to learn something, someone else would step in and do it for him. Saying, “Fritz, you’re too slow!” and “Maybe when you’re older, egghead.”
By Advat5 years ago in Horror
Three Paces
There was little to be said about the slab of stone that stood at her feet. A green tinge had coated the outside of the stone, reaching up from the ground in thick tentacles of vines and moss, algae and other plant matter. These vivid green tendrils slowly faded as the stone stretched aware from the ground, fading into a deep grey. It was an unmarked stone. Or at least, she wishes it was. The earth was so clearly trying to reclaim this stone that stood before her, the plant life a sign that of the shame mother nature felt towards what she had created, what she had allowed to step foot upon her soil. But that is the point, is it not? To remember. The pain that we feel, the anguish that we toil in, to see that things within this world can not only be bad. They can be worse. They can dig into the tired outstretched threads of our soul trying to hold together all that we care for, all those we hold dear. And it pulls. It tears. It stretches you so thinly that you can’t hide your pain, and in the same breath you cannot reveal it to the world. If you try to fight against it, the pain will resist. Sometimes it resists a little less and for a brief moment you can feel a bit more whole. Other times the pain resists harder than you can ever hope to pull and new tears open up. And now the core of your soul is bared to the world, not out of desperation or choice, but out of the sheer rupture of your humanity as all your failed hopes and dreams and all your losses are laid bare and then immediately washed away by the scorn of those who cannot be asked to understand what you lost, nor can you ask them to.
By Quinn Johnsson5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (27)
TOME 34 Mel lavished me in comforts I had long let go of, a proper bed in a warm room and fresh food. I nearly got lost in her charm before I went to visit Alex, who was kept in a windowless room away from all others. He had his hands bound and slept on a concrete floor. I rushed to his side, my new dress trailing behind me across the floor. Alex was under a thin cotton cloth shivering in the cold.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Submerged
Mina’s daily routine on the research ship Leviathan didn’t differ much on a daily basis. After waking up at first light, she would eat a meager breakfast of gruel and sausages, spend most of the day doing routine maintenance and cleaning, and occasionally assist Dr. Bhatt in his research.
By B.D. Reid5 years ago in Horror
Elysian Orb
And there it was. That card of death. A skeleton standing proudly on the sun with a single arrow and a crow on its shoulder. All the hopes I had have for this fortune telling were gone.
By Stephanie Nicole Keating5 years ago in Horror
Subject 16
Doctor Samara Quinlan sat up in an instant and rubbed her eyes, trying to adjust to the angry red glow of emergency lighting. The echoes of the crash were already fading. Thunder? An explosion? Close, whatever it was. Distant klaxons began wailing an alarm, and seconds later, combat boots scrambled down the hallway outside her quarters. Predictable. Soon would come the rhythms of gunfire and the screams of dying men. The dream was always the same, though it rarely started with such a literal bang.
By Robert Jack5 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book
Evan Evan Brockham sat in Math’s class one day staring at the classroom wall. The deeper he stared, the more he lost connection with reality into his own world; up until he was nudged slightly in the shoulder causing him to lose balance of his head leaning on his hand. “Hey Evan, where did you go?” looking to the left of himself, Evan finds one of his closest friends; Jessica or “Jess” for short. “Huh?” Evan replies, “You know…. What planet did you gaze off to while staring at the wall?” Jess says while giving him a slight smile. “Oh right. No-where, just zoning out of reality I guess.” Evan looks back down into his book and suddenly loses interest with the excessive algebra notes he had written throughout the lesson. “How mystical of you”, someone to the right of Evan says with a snicker, Blake, the only other close friend that Evan was able to make. It’s not that he can’t make any friends, there just aren’t enough people that value trust over popularity. The bell rings and Evan packs all his books into his bag to get ready to walk home with his friends. As he steps out of the building he pulls out a school cap from his bag and places it on his head, it’s not too sunny but it’s nice for a Friday afternoon.
By Jessica Lachlan5 years ago in Horror