monster

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

These Walls
Mud tore through the gravel path leading to the once beautifully carved wooden door. Faces of angels, sitting on either side of the path, had faded to sad stone monsters watching helplessly from their cemented prison. Ivy clawed and climbed its way to the door, pushed it slightly ajar. A shiny new silver padlock hung off the cracked oak handles.
By Amara Neligh5 years ago in Horror
Fine Dining
I have seen little else other than the plainly decorated walls of our apartment for several months. The walls themselves are fine, Lisa did what she could with what we could afford when we moved in last year. She surely would have preferred a balance between classic and contemporary styles. Something she could have been proud to show off to her friends and family. Domestic dreams could wait back then, and we were satisfied with what Ikea could provide based on our budget. There used to be time for planning and saving. People lived their lives as though they had something they could build. As though there were a future. I suppose there were also those who ‘lived in the moment’, trying to make the most of the time they had. Carpe diem. I can’t imagine what that could even mean now.
By Mac Powers5 years ago in Horror
“God’s Work”
Now she was certain she was going to hell. Naomi Parker was in the game and couldn’t get out of it. It started on the cliffs and with a prayer sent to the heavens that was answered. An angel appeared and gave her a deal, simply stating that Naomi only had to do God's work. All she needed was a little money to get her back on her feet. Whatever she did that black book seemed to follow her. With every haunting turn, the pages would take their toll. She didn’t want to play anymore. 20,000 dollars seemed like so much at the time and she was told that she was doing God’s work. Little did she know, accepting equaled her life changing forever.
By Katelynn Baldwin 5 years ago in Horror
Solomon's Three
The words before me appeared blurry as my eyes strained to make out the sentences. I had been at this for what seemed like hours.
By Lara Addams5 years ago in Horror
Matthew
Dr. Claudia Ann was a world renowned brain surgeon, respected by her peers, her community and most of all her patients. On February 14, valentines day she discovered she was pregnant. Not with one baby but two babies. She was so excited for the news, especially since her husband and she had been trying for the past 4 years.
By Sophia Hochgesang5 years ago in Horror
Slinky
At night my blood leaves me to join the other in the room. It lives under my floorboards like a pearl and has done since I was born. I never really see it clearly but it enters my dreams every night. I will never hurt you but I need to lend your blood it says to me in raspy whispers as if its gurgling the mouthwash my Dad uses. I know it leaves the house but that's all I know for sure. The rest is siphoned in my head whilst I'm dead to the world so it could all be made up. I sense it leaves my window, slops across the lawn like a water bomb and scales the garden fence. Beyond lies the village where it feeds all night. Not blood. It feeds on muscles. Not enough to kill but enough to make its victims weak. In time they strengthen again. Like all cattle I guess. It liquifies their muscles and drinks them. I think its brown, the juice. Its brown in my dreams. Pouring out of their mouths into its quivering open excited cavity. It slurps and smacks and licks. Such enjoyment from something so gross. Muscle soup. Yuk! People wake up utterly tired and visit the doctor. A tonic is needed she says. To fortify you. Its a bug. There are lots of tonic bottles in homes in our village. When its full it comes back home. I sense it cooling down in the fishbowl, licking my goldfish and making it thinner. I have to chuck extra flakes in when it does. My poor fish. Hardly any muscle left. I think it came from the sea, my floorboard friend. Or the hospital waste. Sometimes I sense my dead Mum. Like I was, I suppose its sort of my undead baby. Living next to me. I've seen tentacles in my dreams, blood-filled tendrils reaching into open throats to do their slippery work. They head for the heart first, its favourite treat, so thick and strong. Then the limbs get diluted leaving just enough to move. For fun it often fingers the anxious brains of its victims but this thinking mass is of no real interest to a muscle eater. All those stringy neurons. All that baggage. That's how I know it drinks muscle. In my dreams. We're sort of connected mentally I guess. Sometimes it leaves a trail of fluid like snot across bedroom floors and straight out the windows, but by morning it's crystallised into nothing. Maybe its my strange placenta or a sick moat mollusc. Who knows. It could be ancient. Or my age too! Its hard to say. Anyway, I call it Slinky because it moves like one. You know, sort of flippy floppy. Sometimes, if my head is turned straight, I see it back-flipping up my bedclothes towards my mouth. When I get my blood back in the morning and re-inflate I feel great. Really great. I hope my parents never move house. I'll have to take Slinky with me. In the fishbowl I imagine. For now we're doing well. I'd better get up. It's time for school and as usual I skip breakfast. I take an apple or two to keep my Mum happy and then I run. I run past houses where I know its been. Like circuitry the faded trails all lead to me, a battery of blood muscles ready to pop. I lean back in class and smile at the girl sitting next to me. She looks tired. Really really tired. A thin line of brown stuff dribbles down her chin.
By R Woods5 years ago in Horror
A Getaway To Die For
I had just gotten news that I won the 20,000 dollar prize and a trip to a remote mountain getaway. I Was beyond overjoyed when I got the news and had immediately started packing for the trip. I made sure I packed everything so that when I got there I would not have to go and get something new like a toothbrush or my reading glasses. But here I am now on my way to my new temporary home for the next two months. I look down at my watch to see when I would get there to see I only had around 2 hours left. By now my radio stopped working because of all of the trees and lack of reception up in the mountains but I didn’t care, I was far too happy to care about anything. But as time went on it felt like it was going on slower and it started to feel like those 2 hours were so far away. I started wishing that the radio worked so that I could listen to music rather than static every time I try to turn it on hoping to fill the dead silence but slowly the time went by and I had made it to the house. It was fairly big and had a nice front yard. Although it was winter and I was not a fan of the cold, the snow looks beautiful here the sun hitting it in such a way that it looks just like diamonds. I shake my head and scold myself for forgetting that I had to unpack. Grabbing my things I start to make my way up to the house. Once up I take a moment to catch my breath but the cold did not help the cold winter air almost making it worse it felt as though my lungs were burning almost causing me to cry from the pain but I push it down and unlock the door to be welcomed by the warm and welcoming house only for it to be cold and unwelcoming. I let out a sigh and start to look for the heater or a fireplace to warm up next to. My search doesn’t last long as I find a huge fireplace in the living room that looked more like a ballroom than a living room with the only thing telling me it wasn’t was the couch and tv in the middle of the room but my thoughts are disrupted when I hear a faint growl. I quickly turn around looking in every direction to try and find what made that noise but I find nothing. Now a bit scared, I try to push it off as nothing and go to start a fire when I see that there is no wood left. I let out an annoyed sigh and start to look around for some wood but after what seemed to be hours of searching I give up and just decide to take a short break and just accept that I would just have to find the heater instead. But as I make my way back to the living room I spot a black book on one of the hallway tables. My curiosity getting the better of me I go to pick it up but as I reach for it I start to feel like someone is watching me but I push it off as me not being used to the house yet but as soon as I pick up the book the feeling stops and my heart drops my breathing quickens and my vision becomes blurry the book it was writing itself and it was writing about me about how I would die. I drop the book on the ground and start to run away from the house but it seems as though I am getting nowhere like I’m running in place the once low growl now back and so loud I could start to feel my ears bleed. I start to see shadows morph into beings as they make their way towards me. I fall to my knees in fright and start to cry and beg for them to leave me alone. But they only get closer I try to stand up and run but by the time I’m up I can feel my leg being ripped open and I let out a scream. I fall to the floor and clutch onto my leg to try and stop the bleeding but to no avail and as I clutch onto my leg crying and begging for them to let me go I can start to hear them laugh. My eyes getting heavy I try and stay awake knowing that if I fall asleep I most likely won’t wake up but as my body gets colder and colder and my eyes just get heavier I start to feel more clam and I take my last breath as I close my eyes for all eternity.
By Aaliyah Cooper5 years ago in Horror
Grimoire
“You understand; death does not absolve us of our debts. Your uncle amassed an astonishing pile of them over the last several years.”
By Laura Rachinsky5 years ago in Horror
She
She was coming. There wasn't anything in particular that made him expect her visit. She came by his little home in the woods every so often. She never announced herself, or sent word that her visit was nearing; she simply showed up, chatted with him for a bit, then left. But she was… unnerving, to him at least. Wherever she went, blackbirds followed. Whenever she left, tragedy struck.
By Taryn5 years ago in Horror
Black Dawn
It was a shame, she was a beautiful girl, however the fact remained. She had seen him. He was lost in the moment with one of his latest playthings, and she absentmindedly taking out the trash at the dive bar she scratched out a living at. She saw him, and he saw her. There was an unspoken agreement between them that she wouldn't tell. But in this town, secrets were power. And as he was the premier agent in these parts his secrets could make her a golden goddess. He mulled over it for a few weeks, as he watched her. Watched as she attended countless auditions, trying like so many young beautiful children in this city to become a star. He could have made her the star that she was dying to be. But unfortunately, she had seen him. Now the only place she'd be a star was on the coroner's slab, then on the mortician's table as he made her beautiful one last time.
By Demitrius Covington5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (26)
TOME 31 My lungs were still inundated by phlegm when we started our journey again leave me dependent on my inhaler and coughing with each incline. My throat sore and jagged as the cold air bristled past it, sometimes leaving me gagging. Zach looked like a shell of his former self, not quite recovered. We didn't speak much for the first day back on our feet, but that seemed to be what each of us wanted.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
No Escape
Dark red rivulets of blood poured from the gaping wound on her arm. She clutched at it, trying to quelch the flow. It soon became apparent, however, that there would be no time to nurse the gash.They were coming upon her fast, and she had to get away before she would get injured even more, or worse, killed. The sound of thousands of ear splitting screeches in the distance was more than enough to signal her grand escape from the bloodthirsty monstrosities. She groped for the gun attached to her belt. When it was finally in her hand, safety off, she turned tail and ran for the cover of the forest. There it would be harder for the demons to find her. Her wound proved to be too great for her to retain her stamina, and as she limped forward she could hear the creatures gaining on her at an accelerating rate. She found a bush to crouch behind in an attempt to elude the ghastly creatures.
By Laurel Mayfield5 years ago in Horror