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Bloodlust
The song referenced in this short story is "Seven Devils" by Florence + The Machine. The video is below. Alan was a bit late on the brakes and his Toyota pickup hit the bushes at the front of the parking spot. He couldn’t even sit up straight, all of his concentration bent on simply staying conscious. Drenched with sweat, the rash on his arms was on fire. His head was pounding. His hands were like boulders and felt swollen like red balloons. The fever had come out of nowhere, and it was a fever he hadn’t suffered from in thirty years.
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Horror
My Name is Rylie
The room was covered in fairy lights, and all that can be clearly seen is a black velvet draped computer chair. A pillow is sat in it that looks like a black kitsune, it is wearing a collar that proudly states it’s name is Rory. The walls are draped in more and more fairy lights and various posters, all showcasing different stars and constellations. An alter of some kind is set off to the side, but the only thing visible on it are the lit candles, the flames are dancing as the person is walking too close to them.
By Bunny 4 years ago in Horror
I Will
“Are you alright, Tyler? You’re sweating and out of breath again.” It was a cold day, supposedly near -5 degrees and here I am, sweating and short of breath. Again. That’s what I first took note of as I take a moment to look around, remember where I was while I tried to get my breathing under control.
By Shue Vue4 years ago in Horror
Behind Closed Walls Pt. 1
That summer wasn't supposed to go the way it did. It was supposed to be a fun vacation, but it wasn't like I dreamed it would be. The summer of 94 was the worst summer vacation that my friends and I had. In the back of my mind, I knew something was going to happen. I just didn't know how bad it would become. In order for you to understand what I mean by choice of words, I would have to start from the beginning.
By Sorelle.Maia4 years ago in Horror
When Hanson Returned
The old woman barely put up a fight when I killed her. My name isn't important. I don't tell it to anyone, and I don't remember it myself most days. If you want my skills, you either know where to find me, or you don't want them bad enough. I'm paid my commission, I do my work, and that's the end of it. No repeat customers, no chit-chat, no "could you do this as well?" One person dead, any item of theirs procured from wherever they died. I don't go the extra mile to rob somewhere else after the body's gone cold.
By Justin von Bosau4 years ago in Horror
Screaming Bones
Screech twisted the lock, pushed open the door, and trudged inside. He kicked his muddy boots off to the side and leaned the closed but still dripping umbrella against the wall.
By Theresa M Hochstine4 years ago in Horror
Lyrical Lit Series feat. Slick Rick
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh. Just another case about the wrong path... The long black Cadillac Eldorado jerks to a stop. Barely getting it on the side of the road, Camilla mutters some incoherent obscenities before popping the hood. She examines the intricate machinery with no comprehension. Outside of changing a tire, she knows nothing about cars. Irritated, she drops the hood looking up and down the wooded road, no cars approach from either direction. It’s early and even though she just passed a gas station, it's way too far a walk.
By J. Gilyard4 years ago in Horror
I Didn't Touch Her!
I don't understand how it's come to this. I've been expelled from school, I've lost the few friends I had, my own parents won't even look at me now, and all because of her. Her...even now I can't find it in me to hate her. I love her, despite what she's done to me, and I think I always will. For so many years, she's been my reason to get up in the morning and the last thing I think about before I go to bed.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
What Eyes See
I loved the color of his eyes, they were deep green, like the rolling hills of Ireland. His hair was always windswept, black spirals that nearly touched his forehead. I used to watch from afar as he laughed with his friends or stared endlessly out a window until he was slapped back into attention by Mateo. Mateo, my cousin, would always tousle my hair and call me “niña”. I would just laugh, silently fuming, walking away with my head down.
By Sloan Glover4 years ago in Horror
A House and Their Screams
Broken pavement, the dying leaves dance a fading waltz underneath the darkened sky. In between the feet of laughing trick-or-treaters leaves are broken and left behind, twirling into a non-threatening tornado that disperses seconds later. A white picket fence neighborhood on the night of Halloween. Two story houses across from and next to other houses that only differentiated in terms of color. The house at the end of the street, last one before the turn that leads to the highway into the city part of Elea. A house of deep maroon siding and black shutters with grey curtains drawn so tight not even a scream could be heard. Behind the sleek lie of perfection is an unhappy wife, by the name of Mrs. Barker, who had called over her neighbor, Mr. Winfrode, a few hours ago.
By Roger Bundridge4 years ago in Horror
Is 'Seed of Chucky' A Christmas Movie?
I have written the pros and cons of whether or not Child's Play (1988) is a Christmas movie (which you can read here). Now, I pose a question regarding a film that actually references the holiday: Is Seed of Chucky a Christmas movie?
By Steven Shinder4 years ago in Horror
Is 'Child's Play' (1988) A Christmas Movie?
Every year, people have the heated debate (or meme) of whether or not Die Hard (hardly ever Die Hard 2: Die Harder) is a Christmas movie. But let's shake things up a little with something that is a bit more debatable: Is Child's Play (1988) a Christmas movie?
By Steven Shinder4 years ago in Horror