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Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 6
Long ago, there was a boy named Sean. He was a mischeivious little lad, with a talent for pranks and getting himself in trouble. He was just as talented, however, at getting himself out of trouble, being naturally gifted as a fast talker with lots of charm. Despite his antics, the people in his village were fond of him, and had taken to calling him "Jack" instead of his given name. This seemed to fit his impish nature more, and he found he quite liked the moniker. His mother and father loved him dearly, but often warned about him taking his pranks and jokes too far. "Having fun was all well and good," they would say, "but someday you'll have to grow up, and take responsibility for your deeds." Jack would brush off these warnings, being the heedless youth he was, and often just did as he pleased.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 5
Sadie was a very sweet, bubbly young woman. When she graduated high school and made it to college, all she wanted was to be a sorority girl. Her mother had gone to the same school and was a sorority girl in her day, and Sadie wanted to be just like her. Her first day on campus, Sadie pledged to become a new Sister of her mother's old sorority, Theta Nu. What Sadie hadn't realized was Theta Nu had changed significantly since her mother was a student. Several rumors had been circulating for almost a decade about the cruel and unusual initiations Theta Nu put their pledges through, however none of them could be substantiated.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
The Magic Shoes
Miller Middle School was known for one common thing, sports. Pretty well every student played a sport at that school. The most popular sport was by far soccer. The school often had rallies to support all the sports teams. There were incentives to play on the teams such as free meals, movie tickets, and free equipment.
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago in Horror
The Moons Of Troponin
Sleep didn't come at all this night; fits and turns, demons and dragons, knights and damsels in distress; he dreamt it all, forgivingly, he was awakened by the sultry female voice he picked to awake to every day, this was his scheduled sleep awake notice, "Awake sweet prince, it is time to go forth and conquer, and Thomas, have a nice day." Damn, he was about to save the girl. Oh well; Tommy was a young, strapping, easy-going pioneer, the guy you could count on in a pinch, everyone's friend, but a loner. His day started out like all other days on this God forsaken world. It was morning back on earth, Greenwich time, but here on Troponin and its thirty-three-hour days, it was midday. But for the slight change in the hew of the sky, it was almost impossible to know the hour of this day or any other day on this alien world. He ventured forth from his bed to the adjacent wall of his small living quarters, scratched, placed his hand on the wall and a toilet appeared out of the floor, he relieved himself, placed his hand back on the wall, and the toilet once more was swallowed by the floor. His was a one room studio apartment, standard fare on the outer rim; it contained a Murphy wall bed that appeared out of the wall, like most of his creature comforts. He touched another wall and the bed disappeared. He slumbered into the kitchen area, still trying to awaken himself from his fitful sleep, scratching his week-old stubble on his chiseled face. He came to the mirror; mom would not be pleased!The kitchen was a small oven with a three-burner stove top which ran on a mixture of propane and infused Troponin air continuously routed through a vent system. Troponin air consisted of a higher concentration of oxygen than was on Earth. All personnel were told there was no reason to be alarmed or concerned about these things, yet he knew, there were instances of disappearances and strange happenings that the corporation seemed to go out of their way to disavow. he wondered if perhaps it had to do with the alien air they were breathing. He sighed, about to partake in the everyday, mundane, uneventful task that he had become accustomed to, his job. He poured a cup of coffee from the automatic dispenser and gulped it in four chugs, grimacing, maybe at the disgust of the terrible coffee, or more at the thought of travelling a thousand miles an hour, hurtled through an alien atmosphere, puking on himself from the enormous G-forces. Thank God for the nitrous oxide pumped into the large transfer vessels taking them from Troponin to its mineral rich moons. Laughing was always a better choice than puking. He opened the door from his apartment, drudged his way along the hallway which emptied into the immense docking station where all personnel reported for duty. Here they were given their shift assignments. The past two months he had been flip-flopping between N-STEMI and the work projects of the barren plains of the world. Today, he would be enroute to N-STEMI.
By Steve Anderson3 years ago in Horror
Untold Secrets inside The Pond
The Name is Lila Lays. I am 10 years old, and as far as I reamer, I was the only Child Born By My Parents. I don't know if something felt wrong with My Life, but It's like a part of me is Missing; I can't thank why For existence, just like The waters Falling from the sky, and I. just like a New star finding New Reasons why.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis3 years ago in Horror
Intimacy
Maxine wouldn’t settle down. She started with a gruff little yap just before six o’clock, after Riley got home from the office but before he turned on the shower. She growled in short bursts while Ana frantically chopped carrots and onions to throw in the pressure cooker. After the Holloways rang the doorbell, she whined and howled and snapped with barely a breath through dinner, the kitchen table board games, and into the post-dinner wine selection.
By Addison Horner3 years ago in Horror
Something is Missing
I... hate... mirrors. I am not sure when it started, but I have had both a curious fascination and aversion to mirrors ever since I was young. Some might ask if I am afraid of my own reflection. I would say, 'yes' and 'no'. reflections in common things such as a window or water puddle are fine. Those are weak when compared to the 1 to 1 vibrant reflection you get from a mirror.
By Johnston Blackhorse3 years ago in Horror
