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Escaping the Curse
He walks through the door, a smile lopsided on his face, his cheeks slightly red. Perhaps it’s the cold, perhaps it’s the long afternoon spent in the garage. He had been loud before, quite loud. His green eyes flash bright, like his teeth. His curls are messy, streaked with grease and kissing his forehead. Internally, I flinch. Familiar chords pluck in my chest in a painful pinch. But, not him, never. He’s not afflicted with the same curse as my parents, as many are. I was careful in my choosing.
By Laura Lannabout a year ago in Horror
Abyssal Ascent (Part II). Content Warning.
Ramona and Ingvar walk down the quiet, cobweb drenched halls of Hyperion’s research station. There’s a long moment of silence as the two investigate the haunting structure. There was ample evidence that whatever lifeforms had taken over the station were alien, hostile, and operated with invasive intent. “Why does it feel like you don’t care if you live or die anymore, Mona?”
By Siowas Strangeabout a year ago in Horror
Disappear
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. I didn’t know why, and I didn’t question it. Not at first anyway. There was this tugging feeling that I had every time I looked at the oak slab under the stairs, its polished brass knob tempting me. It was easy enough to ignore, but then came the rattling, as if someone was desperately trying to get out. It was startling every time, but it eventually subsided to a light knocking. Fear turned into curiosity as the craving to know what laid behind it grew and grew.
By Gunnar Andersonabout a year ago in Horror
Journey Through the Door
There was only one rule: don't open the door. I have seen that door since I was a child. It haunts my dreams, but my grandmother warned me of the danger it presented. I never understood what she meant since she never elaborated on the dangers. My thought was she had gone through it at some point and knew firsthand. My feminine intuition told me to forget the door, but my stubbornness drove me to the threshold. I stared at the wooden surface, trying to sense what was beyond. I grabbed the handle and opened the door a crack and peeked through it. Seeing the same clearing I stood in I opened the door further and stepped inside. Everything seemed normal and I wondered why my grandmother warned me of the door.
By Colt Hendersonabout a year ago in Horror
Revenge
There was only one rule: don’t open the door on Halloween night. Stay inside. Don’t go out. Family lore, handed down. But when George bugged Maria about going to his friend’s party, she gave in with a tiny thrill. Superstitions were for her grandmother’s generation, not for her.
By Alison McBainabout a year ago in Horror
