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The Darkness Is a Memory
It was dark, but not just dark, it was pitch black. And despite the warnings from home, telling me I shouldn't go out because it was too dark, I went out anyway with my dog.
By Riccardo Valleabout a year ago in Horror
Absence of Light
It is said in the folklore of vampires that they cannot cross running water. Last night I learned, while reading the book Haunted America by James Willis, J.K. Kelley, and Love Belvin, that ghosts are said likewise to be repelled by bodies of water. The authors, though, assured the reader that this is, in fact, not the case. While vampires are said not to be able to cross the running water that must symbolize purity, baptism, and the salvation of the Majestic Christ, ghosts, not manifestly damned in the same way as vampires, are attracted to the currents of water, according to the authors, because the human body, the "mortal coil" they have shuffled off, is made largely of water, the electromagnetic energy conductor that generates the spark by which the discorporate entity can manifest in our world.
By Tom Bakerabout a year ago in Horror
Ginge. Content Warning.
In the heart of a dark forest, nestled within a gingerbread house that exuded an irresistible aroma, resided the Gingerbread Man known as Ginge. Created by the infamous baker Jakof Gustofoson, Ginge was a wicked cookie who enjoyed luring unwary victims to his home, where he subjected them to a slow, agonizing torture before he feasted upon them. The dark molasses used to make him was a reflection Ginge’s shriveled soul.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Horror
Heavenly Seas Chapter Three
The last thing on Elodie’s mind was heading to the gym. The doctors suggested it, but she always shrugged it off. She couldn’t imagine anything worse, though she was there with dumbells in her hand.
By Chloe Gilholyabout a year ago in Horror
The red scorpion
I know that when dawn breaks I will be devoured by the red scorpion I tattooed on my chest. I remember the moment, the euphoria of that Friday when I decided to get it tattooed. I dreamed of having it on my skin, I chose it with the care with which one chooses the love of one's life. Its shapes, its figures, its imposingness. I had woken up on my eighteenth birthday. My mother had lost her authority to command. As soon as it was daylight, I ran excitedly to the Moroccan's shop, on the outskirts of the city. I arrived at his business after lunch. The Moroccan, with a reputation for making pacts with the devil, greeted me with a smile. I stripped before him from the waist up and gave myself to his ways. The process took seven hours. I wanted it to be impeccable, shining on my chest.
By Salgadoabout a year ago in Horror
The Forbidden Resurrection
Author's note: This was my entry into the 2024 Autumn Short Story Writing battle. Now that the competition has concluded, I am publishing it here on Vocal. The prompts I had were "Cemetery Tale," "Film Set," and "Soulmates." Enjoy!
By Bradley Ramseyabout a year ago in Horror
An Offer You Can't Refuse!
Liam slumped on his couch, scrolling through job listings with the energy of a half-dead sloth. His current job was driving him insane, and he was desperate for a change.
By Komalabout a year ago in Horror
Movie Review: 'Nosferatu'
Nosferatu Directed by Robert Eggers Written by Robert Eggers Starring Lily Rose Depp, Nicholas Hoult, Willem Dafoe, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Bill Skarsgard
By Sean Patrickabout a year ago in Horror
The Haunted Laptop
I pulled the refurbished laptop out of its box and began the process of setting it up and making it my own. It wasn’t everything I was looking for and it wasn’t the latest up to date but I knew it would offer me everything I needed to write my stories and search the internet without issue. My previous laptop had died on me so I was thrilled to finally have another one.
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a year ago in Horror
Possessed? Or Just a Typical Cat?
“Hey Claire, you awake?” “It’s 2 a.m., Kayla. What do you think?” “I need your help. Something’s wrong with Gizmo.” “Your cat? What’s wrong? Is he sick?” “No… worse. He’s acting weird.” Claire groaned. “Define weird.” “He’s just… staring at me. And purring, but it sounds more like growling. And—ugh, I don’t even know how to explain it! Just come over!”
By Komalabout a year ago in Horror
The Origin of the Smiling Rock. Content Warning.
This is the next chapter in the ongoing saga of Shamblin' Sam and Ella, Queen of the Damned. The Narrator isn't too happy with me at the moment. I think he may be losing his shit, as we sometimes say here in the slums. Given the difficulty of the subject matter, I think he's done an admirable job navigating it with delicate words, but maybe give him some encouragement in the comments. He's a little shaken...
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Horror
The Quiet House
Day 1: I don’t know why I’m writing this. I guess I need something to anchor me, a tether to the world I used to know. Moving here was supposed to be a fresh start—a chance to leave everything behind and finally focus. It’s a beautiful place, really. The house is old and a little decrepit, but it has charm.
By Kelabout a year ago in Horror