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09 Jul, 2013 01:24 AM
I wasn’t bothering anyone. I was just sitting there, alone in my apartment, no lights or sound. But that damn clock, it wouldn’t leave me alone! Tick tock, tick tock. The second hand smugly ticked the moments away as the numbers burned their accusation into my brain. 1 2 3 4 5 6-Pointing, taunting, laughing. “No! No! It’s not my fault!” 7 8 9-“You’re a monster!” “No! It was them! They were evil!” 10 11 12-“MURDERER! MURDERER!” “NO!” Tick tock, tick tock. “Rrrrraaaahhhhh!” I had to get out. I couldn’t take it anymore! The Red was coming. I could see it at the edge of my vision. I could hear the voices in the distance, whispering their command: “Redeemer…Redeemer…” I jumped out of the chair. My fingers ached from where they’d dug into its arms. I walked back to my room, not bothering with the lights. I knew... [Read More]
, Serial Killer
, Dark Mind
, ScaryVotes: 47
23 Sep, 2014 07:21 PM
Sir Alan Redants was a solidly put togheter man, with a flowing moustache and healthy brown skin obtained from years of hot sun in various deserts and jungles all over the world.
He was not easily frightened, nor did he appear to be frighteded the night he announced he was sending back the souvenir his wife had picked up from a Pharaho´s tomb on their last trip to Egypt. The momento, a piece of bone which had been fashioned into a bracelet, must go back to the tombs, he said, for it´s spirit was endangering the health of his wife, the Lady Lydia.
That night was an experience I shall never forget. Redants had invited five of us to his country home for a little dinner party to send off two of our geologist friends. Things began to happen right after Sir Alan announced that he wanted the bone returned.... [Read More]
, HorrorVotes: 2
12 Jun, 2014 10:12 PM
"Nothing but weeds, of course!" I laughed. But then again, maybe I was tempting fate for not coming during the day. After all, coyotes are most certainty proven to be real. But so far it was just me up there. All alone! The only sounds I could hear were the crinkling of dried grass under my leather dress shoes and the now almost incessant sound of me tapping my flashlight in an effort to keep it on. "Should have gotten the name brand batteries," I muttered to myself as I kept walking. By the time I felt myself to be in the middle of the field, distant lights appeared and twinkled like stars on the blackened landscape. The lights looked like they could have been from either candles or lighters. Before the lights appeared, the only other light source was a small slit of the full moon just now coming... [Read More]
, HorrorVotes: 4
01 Jun, 2014 06:09 PM
I woke to green light and purple shadows. The air was heavy and humid, wrapping around me like a blanket. A faint buzzing irritated my ears. Fear gripped me. They would be coming soon. Coming with their sharp silver instruments and whispered promises that they were "just trying to fix you. It'll be over soon." Ignoring my screams. Looking down on me with painted smiles. I close my hand around the glass shard. Not today.
They come on time, painted smiles bright red today. Their eyes flash, mine gleam and red drips down my face. Taking a life leaves me buzzing wit adrenaline. I turn. I run. I am free.
Years of imprisonment in my own mind, in my own body, cannot prepare me for the absolute bliss, the euphoria that comes with the stretching of my muscles, the lengthening of my breath. I am hypnotized by the pounding of... [Read More]
, DeathVotes: 8
13 Apr, 2014 06:25 PM
Honestly, Julia didn't want to go to this party. It would be boring, dull, a waste of a perfect afternoon. But Eric wanted to go and he wouldn't be happy if she stayed behind.
They arrived somewhere after twelve. The venue was an old house, small and neat.
"It's beautiful!" Julia breathed, clutching Eric's hand tightly in her own.
He laughed. "And you wanted to stay home!"
Soon, though, every guest was bored out of their mind. Beauty does not keep a mind from straying, becoming idle, and the initial effect of the house disappeared fast. Smoke in the wind. The host quickly came up wtih an idea. "A game of hide-and-seek!"
The game began. Julia rushed about frantically, trying to find a place to hide. There! The attic! No one would think to look for her there!
The attic was clean and well kept. A wardrobe, a desk, a... [Read More]
, TerrorVotes: 4
11 Feb, 2014 08:17 PM
She used to be trapped inside of herself, the past demons cornering her into the alley of darkness hidden deep in the perception of her psyche. She fought the demons, as they surrounded her trying to suppress her and destroy her with the false illusion of her past becoming her reality again. This is what she saw every time she looked in the mirror. She never looked at the girl in the reflection staring back at her. Her focus never seemed to pertain to the aspects of her mortal body. What her attention was zoned on was beyond the flesh and blood of the girl poised in the mirror. She was in her soul that is where she was every time the mirror forced her to look upon the eyes of her being. Perhaps this is where the origin of her new self stemmed from, beginning with the reflections of... [Read More]
Tags: Past Demons
, DemonVotes: 2
11 Feb, 2014 08:05 PM
Who is Existence? What has this goddess done for us? Where did she originate form? What is the amazing story of her legend? To answer these questions we would have to travel back through the stardust before Space and Time. Before breathing and bleeding was even a thought. Or perhaps before thought was thought. We would have to travel back to the very beginning. To the birth of Existence.
This was when the universe was fresh and black. It looked like a blank piece of construction paper, well almost blank. It would have been empty, except for the tiny speckles of atoms and particles dancing around the blackness, glinting silver. These are known as the universe originals. Back then, they were the only movement in the universe. There had been quite a few of the originals, but out of them all, only two had a child. It seems that it... [Read More]
Tags: MythsVotes: 2
28 Dec, 2013 01:18 PM
You just moved into your new apartment, in a very big city. After a year of this life, you have almost given up hope of making any friends; be it at work or any other means. Every time you get close to someone and show the real you they recoil in fear or think you weird. You feel very lonely. After looking for a peaceful place to spend your time, you find a quiet diner on the outskirts of town. It may be small and dingy but it is homey. The waitress is very attractive. Also, she seems to be the only employee there, ever. You never see anyone else eat there either, ever. The place is perfect for you. Secluded and someone willing to acknowledge you.
The more you visit the more you acquaint yourself with the Waitress. You become close, you've made your only friend. Making love to... [Read More]
, SuspenseVotes: 3
11 Oct, 2013 07:59 PM
Roses upon ones lips, hands on her hips. Saline closes her eyes and sees nothing but the death of her love ones. Blood in every hand, tears in every eye. There was nowhere to either run or hide the pain from coming on the outside of her breathless heart. She could scream but no one would be able to hear her cries.
As the dark angels fill the night with darkness and sadness, Saline lays in her bed praying for a god to save her for the nightmare that ends her dreams of life. “Why am I here? Where is my savior the one to take all my pain from my dying heart?” Saline prays to the stars above the sky. As tears fall from her eyes she lays down her head and closes her eyes. With no sound of cries Saline falls asleep.
Birds’ singing of a... [Read More]
, ScreamVotes: 4
26 Sep, 2013 03:20 PM
The Squire's Ghost
Perhaps the truth is better left untold, it could haunt you for the rest of your life...but I shall tell it anyway!
A young man has been seen to wander around these parts. He keeps himself to himself and never seems to bother anyone. His favourite haunt, (if haunt be the word most appropriate), seems to be by the pond at the south end of the estate. People have heard splashing there when the water has been calm and no one else is around. Many say it's the ghost of Jenny, a girl of about 16 years who drowned there at the turn of the 20th century. The young man, who goes by the name of Thomas, is well known to the locals. He is the son of one of the more regarded parishioners. His father is none other than the Reverened James Morris, minister to the... [Read More]
, Dark WorldVotes: 27