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I'd Like A Room Please
I travel a lot for work and usually stay at one of the major hotel chains. Their rooms are normally clean, beds comfortable, and the interior walls soundproof enough that if the person next door sneezes, I don’t feel compelled to say, “Bless you.” Unfortunately, none was available for this trip.
By Mark Gagnon6 months ago in Horror
The Cave in Younger's Holler
I told them we shouldn’t have come, that it’d be a mistake, but they never listen to me. I’m the friend in the group often overlooked, always interrupted as if I weren’t there. Normally, I wouldn’t mind sitting quietly, soaking in the camaraderie of my group. Tonight, it was different. I wish they had listened to me.
By Mother Combs6 months ago in Horror
Internet lies
People will believe anything. You wouldn't believe some of the crazy theories people actually believe on the internet. Like flat earthers who refuse to believe the earth is spherical, instead believing it to be flat instead. Or how about those online conspiracy theorists who believe Hollywood actors eat babies to stay young and handsome, or how they believe a secret cult known as the Illuminati control the world's governments and society as a whole. There are folks who believe lizard people live amongst us, disguising themselves as humans or that aliens secretly watch our every move. Some of these conspiracies can be funny or intriguing to speculate over, there are very few that actually hold merit or have even proven to be true. My personal favourite has to be the Mandela Effect, where everyone remembers something being a certain way, yet in reality it's always been another way. Like imagine waking up one day to see the sun is now red, only for everyone else to say it's always been that way and even in old movies and pictures the sun is indeed red, not orange or is it yellow? Now that's a Mandela Effect. There is also the Butterfly Effect, where if you were to do so little as kill a butterfly in the past, it could drastically change the present or future. The Butterfly Effect is typically the plot to most movies or books that feature the premise of time travel, where the time traveller makes a bad decision in the past that needs fixing otherwise their personal life is doomed. These are all fun theories, ones made up by imaginative people. Some are harmless to believe, while others can have sometimes dangerous and uncertain consequences if you decide to believe them, which brings us up to the clutch of this story. That being the time Josef Carlin was wrongfully accused of the murder of poor little Ally Sedan. You see what happened is this; Josef worked at a theme park called Ricky Mouse Land in Miami Florida, which was based on the popular children's cartoon show. Ally had unfortunately died during a particularly gruesome ride on the tea cups, the cup she was inside of span out of control and the railing was loose so she came tumbling out of the ride at speed so fast it proved fatal as she crashed head first onto the yellow brick ground, staining it red with her blood. What happened to Ally was a tragic accident, the ride was old and unstable, it simply broke and led to tragedy. However, others wanted revenge, they needed someone to blame. So when news leaked that it was Josef who had operated the ride that day, everyone wanted to point fingers and claim he did that on purpose. That he intentionally made that one tea cup spin out of control in a successful attempt to kill that poor girl! The rumours were all over the internet, Josef was even "let go" from his job because of all the negative press he and the park were receiving.
By Joseph Roy Wright7 months ago in Horror
House of Masks
I don’t remember beating him. Stabbing him. That’s what I keep telling them. The detective. The doctor. The woman with the clipboard and thick glasses who looks at me like I’m dead to her. I keep repeating it, hoping it’ll eventually mean something: “I don’t remember. I swear.”
By Steph Marie7 months ago in Horror
Clear Water: The Town
The Town Clear Water was one of those old, drive-through towns tucked away in the mountains of Southern California—a wrong turn at a small fork left travelers alone in a long, curious, and abandoned country hours from gas, with no cell towers. A once upon a time place in a mountain-land dressed in old, quiet wood where shadows walked and roots whispered. There’d been a revival once. Big tents, fiery preaching. The damned were made new, but the hour came and went as fast as the Gold Rush. Like the eldest things, it was forgotten to the world. And so it was lost amidst one of the thousand pocket valleys of Cahuilla’s slumbering mountain. The place was now entirely unworthy of note. So when Mrs. Cortez and Father Henderson were found the day after Hallow’s Eve in his parish—mangled, dismembered, and arranged in what appeared to be some grisly, primeval rite—a sudden, fear slithered into the heart of those quiet mountain folk.
By R. B. Booth8 months ago in Horror
Blood in the Pines
“Bobby, stop playing with the camera.” “Calm down, Karen, I’m just checking the settings.” “Don’t start,” Cheryl interjected. “We are out here to study the Pygmy Short-Horned Lizard, not fight over a camera.” “But-” Karen started, but was shut down by Cheryl. “Stop! We have a long hike and I don’t want to hear y’all going back and forth this whole trip. Give me the camera.” “Yes, mom.” Cheryl shot him a stern look. “Sorry.” The trio continued their way down a small trail off the main pathway. The trees consumed the sky, leaving the group in shadow. A humid wind rolled through the trees, damp and earthy, chilling the biologists. Moss covered trees cut into the path they walked for several hours. They climbed a steep hill, void of any man-made route. “How much longer?” Bobby asked. “Check the GPS,” Cheryl replied, scanning their surroundings. Bobby pulled the small electronic device from one of his loaded pockets. There was a small beep and the screen lit up. After pressing a few buttons, Bobby looked concerned. “It’s not working. It’s glitchy.” “What does it show?” Karen asked. “It shows us almost on top of the coordinates.” “Great. How is it glitching?” Curious, Karen walked over to look. Without hesitating, Bobby gave her the device. She looked at the screen, frowning, then to Cheryl. “What?” “He broke it,” Karen replied, handing it to Cheryl. “No I didn’t.” Cheryl took it and pressed some buttons on the side. She gave Bobby a disappointed look. “Sorry,” he said with a shrug. “How long since it broke?” “How would I know?” He looked defensive. “When did you last check it?” “Uh, I…“ “Bobby! You were supposed to check every fifteen minutes.” Karen’s raised voice echoed through the canopy. “We need to get to the top of this hill and find a place to set up camp.” Bobby’s shoulders slumped and he stared at the ground. They made their way to the top of the steep hill, stopping on a flat area to set up their base of operations. Bobby set up the tents while Karen got the fire going and Cheryl checked the gear. They sat beside the fire to eat, the shadows growing longer as the sun set. A strange noise floated in the wind, and Bobby paused in the middle of a joke he was telling before disregarding it and continuing on. Bobby’s joke fell flat with his companions, but the noise amplified. They all turned to the source of the sound to see a pair of eyes glowing in the firelight. Eyes that stood well over six feet tall. Then they spotted the two palmate antlers and the flat back ears of an angry bull moose. “Um, what should we do?” Karen said. “We need to keep our distance,” Cheryl replied. “Everyone get up slowly and walk away.” “That thing doesn’t look very happy.” Bobby’s voice cracked. “That’s why we are going to slowly stand up and move away.” The group got up, trying to keep their movements slow and nonthreatening. The moose didn’t move, only stood watching as they moved in the opposite direction. Then it snorted and took a few steps toward them. Bobby panicked and went into a sprint, which made the animal charge, its blazing eyes focused on Bobby’s bright orange jacket. “Climb a tree!” Karen yelled, as she and Cheryl cowered behind another nearby tree. Bobby veered toward a tree to his right, but the moose was faster. Its antlers swung into Bobby’s left side as he jumped for a limb and flung him into the rocks a few feet away. The moose then walked towards the dazed man and brought its front leg down, breaking the bones in the forearm Bobby raised to shield his face. “HELP ME!” Bobby screamed as the moose swiped him again with its antlers, slicing his flesh open. The women turned away from the sight, looking at each other in horror as they heard Bobby scream and cry. A sudden crack, like a breaking branch, echoed through the trees, along with Bobby’s muffled cries. Tears filled their eyes and the women covered their mouths as another cry jumped between the trees, followed by a sickening crunch. Bobby screamed, shouting incoherently before a loud squelch heralded an eerie silence. “What just happened?” Karen quavered. In response, the massive moose snorted and stomped. “Run!” Cheryl tried to shout but the words came out as a terrified croak. Both women took off, each fumbling to find a flashlight in one of their many pockets at the sound of the moose crashing through the woods behind them. Their run through the forest, with their flashlight beams bouncing along in front of them. was as surreal as it was frantic, but finally the grunts of the moose were gone. “I think we lost him,” Karen whispered, grabbing at Cheryl. “Should we go back?” “That moose could be waiting for us.” “I don’t … what’s that smell?” Karen’s eyes followed her beam of light, which illuminated the ground and the savaged torso of a man. “Oh my God. Is that a dead body?” “Where?” Cheryl’s eyes followed the same beam and she gasped as her eyes fell on the decomposing body. “Oh my God! We need to get out of here!” The beams of light desperately searched for the easiest way around the torso, only to uncover more desecrated bodies. The horror continued as their flashlights brought more random corpses into view. Exploring the ransacked tents and baggage showed them they were standing in another campsite. A deep, guttural moan rang out behind them and, without looking back, they both bolted away from the noise. It was soon clear that the moose had zeroed in on Karen. She yelled for help but Cheryl didn’t slow as the screams for help turned to just screams and were quickly cut off completely. Panting, Cheryl knew she couldn’t stop. Her lungs burned, her legs ached, and her heart was beating like a hummingbird. She glanced behind her as she ran and tripped, knocking the wind out of her. The flashlight flew from her hand, lighting up a hill in front of her when it landed. There was a dark indention, perhaps a hole, and Cheryl retrieved her light and ran to it, the heavy hoofs of the moose sounding behind her. It was a hole, and looked rather deep, but also narrower than her. She scurried into it headfirst, and after substantial squirming was completely inside. She instantly regretted going in that way. As she laid there she started feeling something crawling on her. As a biologist she turned to try and see what was on her. She immediately knew what was in the hole with her as its small snout and grayish brown scales were revealed. It was a Pygmy Short-Horned Lizard. “Hey, little guy.” Her worry faded for a moment. That was until she dislodged an important root and was now sliding further into the hole. Soon she saw light at the end of the tunnel and braced for a possible long drop since she couldn’t do anything to slow or stop her descent. The loose earth broke away from the hole as she neared the opening. She fell for half a second and the wind got knocked out again. As her eyes adjusted to the now bright cavernous room she was in she noticed something strange. There was a shining stream in the middle of the cave with dozens of female and baby moose lining both sides. They were all in different phases of falling asleep when she fell in and were now alert. The air filled with concerned moans from the animals, but Cheryl did her best to soothe them from a distance. She slowly skirted the wall that was farthest from the most moose, but she was forced to come within spitting distance to several. Thankfully, they just echoed an urgent moan and moved away. As she neared the opening to the cave she remembered she still had the camera from earlier. After she took a few pictures a familiar guttural moan erupted over her head and hot oppressive breath poured down onto her shoulders.
By Colt Henderson9 months ago in Horror
