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Pathogen: Ch. 17
"Jules, stay with me!" Marnie begged, her hands trembling as they pressed tightly on the Latino's injured abdomen. Although she'd wrestled him to the SUV's floorboards in record time, he was getting paler every second. Sweat stood on his brow and upper lip in huge beads, his chest jumping up and down with every short, shallow, labored breath. He had to be in incredible pain, she knew, but it was hard to tell based on the look on his face. If anything, he just seemed dazed; confused. Like he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that there was a bullet hole in his side.
By Natalie Gray6 months ago in Horror
Fort Rotterdam: Indonesia's Fortress of Tears
Guarding the Makassar coast of South Sulawesi stands Fort Rotterdam, larger than Indonesia's best-preserved Dutch colonial fort. Its three-century-old sea-turtle-shaped walls (Benteng Penyu) are beset with sorrowful history and whispered secrets of troubled ghosts, making it the nation's spookiest place to visit.
By Kyrol Mojikal6 months ago in Horror
The Pollock Twins: Reincarnation Evidence?
The Screech of Tires On a quiet street in Hexham, England, May 5, 1957, life was ordinary. Two sisters; Joanna, 11, and Jacqueline Pollock, 6... skipped along the cobblestones on their way to church. Their mother walked behind, her heart full of the simple joys of a spring morning. Then came the screech of tires. A car, driven by a local woman in a daze, veered toward the girls. The mother screamed. Neighbors would later swear time slowed down before the impact. And in a blink, the lives of the Pollock family were torn apart.
By Veil of Shadows6 months ago in Horror
Her Reflection Moved First
Mira bought the mirror at a thrift store on a quiet Tuesday afternoon. It was tall, antique, and surrounded by a tarnished brass frame carved with roses. The tag read: "Victorian. Hand-carved. $40." A steal. She had just moved into a new apartment downtown and wanted something elegant for the hallway. It felt like fate.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Horror
Sack of Bones
Content Warning: brief mentions of chilf abuse and domestic violence. I can’t tell if the yowling’s for the dead or the heat. It’s cicada hiss and lawn mower growl hot—so hot, it’s disrespectful. But as Dad shovels dirt over Papa, I’m cold. I can't cry, and it feels like sin.
By Muhammad Sabeel6 months ago in Horror
