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Our Baby
Our Baby My wifeโs face glowed from the moment she became pregnant. I swear she had become younger - or fresher. There was something divine about her aura. Perhaps it was the way she stood with her shoulders back and her head held high. When she held her belly, every pore on her face glistened love.
By Steve Barnett4 years ago in Horror
Death By Chocolate
Death by Chocolate By Joshua Wheelon Chris sat in the break room of the bakery. She was shaking profusely and even sweating a little bit. She had seen the dream a thousand times. Nightmare actually. Where she was murdered by a mysterious hooded figure. The dream was so blurry that she did not know how he murdered her, just that the scene was the same every single time, her lying dead in a pool of chocolate. Of her two jobs, this one was the place she would have a more likely chance of getting murdered. She gazed around the old break room which had one long table and a counter with a sink and a coffee maker. An old cupboard above with one of the doors open half an inch. Between the sink and against the door was a large garbage can that was half full and a broom sat next to the can. She then heard the footsteps of her boss coming towards the break area.
By Joshua Wheelon4 years ago in Horror
The Park
The town of Fairflower was not known for exciting events, at least not until this past year. And exciting might be the wrong word. Dark, twisted, nightmarish events is a much more accurate description of the things that began happening last June. It was possibly the most boring and clichรฉ small town ever to exist. Two small restaurants, a coffee shop and a grocery store made up the entirety of main street as well as a park that was basically just a neglected patch of grass with a picnic table next to a rusty jungle gym. All the yellow police tape made it even more uninviting.
By Olivia Friesen5 years ago in Horror
LASSITER MASSACRE
He was psyched to finally be at the Old Lassiter Massacre barn in Bear Claw, South Carolina . Ryan had been a paranormal investigator for twenty years. After being tormented by an evil spirit as a younger child, he never wanted to feel that fear again. His parentโs were afraid that he might be a little too fearless and open a box he couldnโt close. The Lassiter Massacre barn carried a lot of pain. Purchased by Abigail and Ulysses Lassiter in 1675, the barn was a torture chamber. They owned many slaves, and they were well respected in their community. Slaves would be tortured and experimented on. There is a story of a slave woman by the name of Mattie. She had her unborn baby ripped from her womb. Her spirit is said to haunt the property. A neighbor reported a description of an apparition that resembled Mattie running towards the cherry tree by the barn. loud screams were reported coming from the barn. No one had been in the barn for at least twenty years. The last person to enter the barn went by the name Henry Riesen. The story is that Henry wanted to visit the location out of curiosity. When he returned home he was possessed and tried to kill his wife and children. His wife was courageous enough to grab their children and run next door to call the police. Henry was placed in a psychiatric ward.
By Brittany Fuller5 years ago in Horror
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The end of summer, let us begin so when I finish this story hopefully you would all take my advice and not live for this world, rather live in the path of righteousness. It was Saturday, Halloween night I woke out of what seemed like a nightmare, I crawled out of my bed to head downstairs for a glass of water. Before I go any further, I was a farm boy growing up in Derry, New Hampshire the town often had eerie occurrences consisting of kidnapping of children, to young woman being sex trafficked over into the next cities strip club. I was told in class during the third period that it was the 666th year of Halloween, it did not mean much to me because I would normally be the butt of jokes at my high school. From getting stuffed in lockers, to getting my head dunked in toilet water filled with feces, you named it I would be the one to receive it. Though those would not be my worries any longer, as I made my way to pour myself a glass of water, I heard tapping along the floorboards, I followed the taps along the floor making my way outside in my backyard. I looked upon the open space to see only broken glass, I know it was from my father drinking all that moonshine my uncle made for him, though it was a bottle of glass that shattered into pieces, I would be fully aware. No, the tapping kept on going and it was not coming from the floorboards, it was coming straight out of the old barn. The barn has been handed down to us from many generations of the Holmes family, more in particular it belonged to my ancestor Arthur Holmes who was the older brother of โHenry Howard.โ It is odd to talk about really, who would want to conversate with me about my family lineage going back to a serial killer. I could not recommend that, the old barn was just run-down rough building, the paint was faded out, holes in the ceiling, cobwebs filled with spider nests, and livestock. Except I did not see any cattle of horses. Only the pigs that were in a circle squealing, it is bizarre that the pigs would be in here, except I am remembering putting them in here, except I just got of bed everything from there was like a blur. Yet the only thing I could hear that got my attention from the swine making noises was the tapping, I made my way toward the beddings & stalls of usually where the cattle and horses were. I heard the tapping growing louder, and louder as I walked slowly down the path as I was getting cold, and anxious not knowing what the tapping was, my heart was racing feeling like it could jump out of my chest any second given.
By ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐5 years ago in Horror
Player's Choice
Jenny was studying for her psychology exam when she heard the knock on the door. Two brief knocks pulled her out of her concentrative state. She dropped her pen onto her textbook and rose from her desk. She didn't know who might be at the door, she wasn't expecting anybody this evening. She stuck her head out of the window at the street below to see if there were any cars she recognised that might tell her who was at the door but there were none. It wasn't until she was already at the door when she remembered that she was only wearing her pajama bottoms and a small t-shirt and wasn't really dressed to receive. It was too late by that point and so she opened the door. Michael, her flatmateโs little brother, stood out in the hallway smiling pleasantly. He was seventeen years old and as usual, he was smartly dressed in a shirt and his hair was perfectly parted to one side.
By Sean Stone5 years ago in Horror
App-arition: S1-E1- Ginger Snaps
I don't like taking selfies. I know what you're probably thinking, "Ryan, are you like those aborigines who believe that their soul will be taken away from a single snap?" If you had asked me that question after what happened that night; I would've said no. After what I experienced that night, I'm not so sure what I believe anymore.
By Rand Einfeldt5 years ago in Horror
Doomsday Diary
There I sat in the dirt-covered in bruises from our last skirmish with a rebel faction and among the foes was an infamous serial killer who went by "The Crimson Reaper" fittingly as he seemed to be a monster walking what remained of the earth today though he was more insane than he was ominous. His actions reflected that as well which kept us shaking in our boots. His supporters protected him knowing it would only make them and their militia leader more known and feared. Our captain Darius was unimpressed and moved swiftly through town to town sweeping resisting forces and outlaws to try to find him after he found his wife and child maimed nearly to death as if he were playing with them just for them to die in his arms after the Reaper escaped. He hardly spoke to us after that day which was really no shock to anyone after seeing what happened to his family. His story was one that I could resonate with after losing all my loved ones in the battles over the past 10 years since reality was intact.
By Drake Matthews5 years ago in Horror
