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Crying in the Night
I growled as the bawling cut across my dreams. This was my third night in the box, and I was getting tired of being woken up by the loud crying from somewhere in the Quad. The inmate spent his days in almost abject silence, no one stopping at his cell with mail or call-outs. I never saw them come out for showers, and I don't even think I'd seen them get a tray during meals. All they really did was cry at night and keep the whole block awake.
By Joshua Campbell5 years ago in Horror
Royal Blood Part 3
Royal Blood Part 3: “Well aren't we lucky that the servants were so kind as to replace the curtains I tore down the night before last, is it time to take them down again?” Izabella says as she throws open the curtains, rudely waking Raven and Andrea. The pair fell asleep sideways on the bed, their legs hanging as they lay on top of the covers. It is clear to see they were extremely tired when they went to bed the night before.
By Monique Rowan5 years ago in Horror
Mr. Banker
Tom held a piece of information so valuable it kept him alive. He had worked for Renaissance City Bank for fifteen years, starting as an intern in college and working his way up to bank manager. Not once in those fifteen years had he ever been robbed, much less held at gunpoint. That changed in an instant. He was now on the lobby floor looking up the barrel of a shotgun, and the grimy man on the other end was in no mood to waste time.
By Turner Aday5 years ago in Horror
Eggs
After completing seven food deliveries, I went home. I entered my apartment and every time felt a sense of emptiness. Not because I was lonely but because my jerk of a roommate took his furniture and moved back in with his parents. After an hour my phone started ringing, “Hey Oliver, how’s it going?”
By Ruben Ramos5 years ago in Horror
Monster Slayer and Box Boy
A grubby child maybe 13 or 14 sits on the wooden porch of a trailer home bruised and dejected, ravenous. He has been beaten by a drunken father for eating paint off of his bedroom wall. He is skinny and always hungry though he gets three square meals a day. He eats hair, dirt, paint, and sometimes nails or other bits of metal. His bizarre appetite has left him with an untreated case of tape worms. His hair is dirty, long in patches almost hiding the other patches, patches of raw scalp where the hair has been pulled from. He picks up a stick and begins to walk around the ugly desert that is his back yard. I say an ugly desert because this is not a desert of beautiful saguaro cactus, flitting wrens, and magical sunsets, instead it is a desert of illegal dumping, trailer meth labs, and acres of rusting junk some his fathers some not. The boy picks a few pieces of the remaining, sun faded paint, from the rickety splintered porch railing he stuffs them greedily into his mouth then picks up his stick and plods into the desert. In his mind’s eye he sees himself freed from the trappings of human hood. Wandering an alien landscape scorched and hateful. impossibly tall and gauntly thin where hands once were now dirty augmentations. There is a crude flame thrower on one stump and a forked spear on the other. Something moves a two headed Gila monster or maybe just a one headed rabbit. Lightning fast he stabs it, cremates it and wolfs it down, one back leg still kicking. Back on his ugly piece of earth, he spies a large brown pile something new and he begins to make his way toward it.
By Watson Brown5 years ago in Horror
SENT TO KILL ME
She had her back turned to the wall beside my gate with her head resting there as well. I noticed she was crying profusely. Her dress was stained with blood -- the butt area. She was about 12 years of age. I walked towards her and gently turned her over. Her eyes were swollen.
By Vivian dindu5 years ago in Horror
The YellowJackets
The pulsating sound of their beating hearts vibrated the drums of ten-year-old April Moore's ears. She covered them, attempting to block the sound. It just intensified, generating a rapid heartbeat within her. Beads of sweat appeared just where her hairline met; the temperature of her body began to rise. What is happening to me? Her sharp brown eyes looked around the classroom noticing the minute things most people wouldn't; the specks of dust throughout the room the ventilation system was recirculating, the dirt that lay between the floor tiles, a tiny stain on Mrs. Mitchell's Louis Vuitton bag that the teacher hadn't even noticed.
By Terrell Hicks5 years ago in Horror
Short Nightmares
I dropped my phone under my bed last week and haven’t been able to convince the monster to give it back. He loves sugar, so tonight is the night. Halloween. It brings me some comfort being able to relate to its sugar addiction; Makes it feel a bit more human. Typically I would just give it something from the cupboard but mom’s been on this new health kick recently... needless to say, the monster has been unhappy ever since.
By Michael Crone5 years ago in Horror
