19 Dec, 2012 04:55 AM
I look at my captor carefully as I can, trying not to let them know I’m awake. As I take in HIS lean frame, HE turns and sees that I’m awake on the cold, hard, metal table. I look away whimpering when HE smiles at me, it’s not the happy haha kind of smile, it’s more like haha I’m going to do so many horrible things to you and love it kind of smile.
As I look at the ceiling I see the mirror on the ceiling, and vaguely wonder what it’s there for in the back of my mind. I turn my head sharply as I hear HIM move closer to me, I catch a glimpse of what HE was doing, and what was behind HIM, and see the sharp, silver tools, and start to panic. I struggle with the bonds on my hands and feet but they're too... [Read More]
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Dark,
Death,
Pain,
Torture,
Scary,
Creepy,
Psycopath,
GraphicVotes: 1030850
18 Aug, 2013 08:53 AM
My mom says you shouldn't hate anyone. You should always love regardless of how that person 'is'. But I couldn't help it. Holding that gun to his face and him mirroring my actions felt so good! I smiled when the look of desperation flashed in his eyes.
'Almost like a deer in the headlights.' I laughed.
"Why? I love you." He says.
"I love you too. But at the same time I hate you more then anything." My emotionless eyes boor into his.
I've always hated him. Somewhere deep down I knew this would happen. I knew we would be the end of each other. Such a perfect.. Finish. He doesn't want to kill me. Oh, but I want to kill him. And if he killed me it would just make this even better. I smiled at him. I know he knows. He looks beautiful..
His blond hair stick on... [Read More]
Tags:
Death,
Suicide,
Love,
Leave,
Murder,
Gun,
Hate,
GraphicVotes: 933316
12 Oct, 2012 02:10 AM
I want to hurt somebody. Make someone feel how I do. The river is beautiful, my gun is loaded, my tools are cleaned, and my toy is all tied up and ready. She looks at me in fear, she can't very well scream with the gag in her mouth. So I took it out, I wanted to hear how she asked "what did I ever do to you?" and "why me?" I wanted to hear her scream. She looked at me terrified as I took out my first tool, just an ordinary pair of scissors.
She asked what I was going to do to her. I ignored her talking as it was tedious. I took the scissors and slowly moved them towards her head, she screamed when I grabbed a fist full of her hair she bragged so much about and cut it all off. I looked at her dissatisfied,... [Read More]
Tags:
Murder,
Death,
Pain,
Sad,
Creepy,
GraphicVotes: 924087
12 Jul, 2015 05:20 PM
This happens quite frequently in the making of legends. In small towns
after all, who really believes that some old man’s disgruntle tales of his family home being invaded by a werewolf fifty years ago on a Halloweens night would ever come true.
By a young boy’s dead father last words before he died.
Jack and his Mother Deborah accounts to there his son, now
being an old man himself many many years later.
The belief was real in fact, the boy’s father believed it so much that there was a silver barrel shotgun with a homemade large thick wooden stock to hold its adamant size and weight by the front door remembering when he was a young boy.
In that and a water stained cardboard box of silver bullets was all that
remained to his father’s true belief carries with the shotgun as the shells rattled in his pocket... [Read More]
Tags:
Death,
Family,
Terror,
WerewolfVotes: 812659
13 Apr, 2012 02:00 PM
It was a long weekend so Maria decided to visit the haunted motel on the highway with her friends. A news reporter by profession and an exuberant personality, Maria was always full of life. She had made documentaries in areas where no one else dared to go. Convincing her friends Vania and Sam to accompany her to this adventure was not easy but because she always stood by them, they finally had to give in.
So they hit the road on Friday evening. The drive to the motel was about four hours and the back of the motel was linked to an old village. It was said that whosoever stays in the motel dies mysteriously. It was believed that spirits from the village possessed the highway and the motel at night and they are behind these mysterious deaths. As soon as the motel signboard came into sight, something hit the... [Read More]
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Dark,
Scared,
Scream,
Blood,
Haunted,
DeathVotes: 722801
26 Jan, 2015 10:59 AM
“Today was exceedingly slow. First off, waking up at 6:30, ‘who even fucking scheduled that!?’ anyways, waking up seemed to take forever. I must have slept wonderfully last night because drool was EVERYWHERE! UGH! It was like a hound dog that kept his mouth wide open all night long. Breakfast was good, though I ran out of fucking corn flakes. The cat would not shut up either. However, the rest of the time at home went pretty smooth; got dressed, left for work…blah, blah.
The ride to work was GOD awful! So much traffic and ASSHOLE drivers!! This butt-head decided that he wanted to turn in front of me. Casually, I sped up in hopes of ramming the bastard. My conscience was telling me that I should go follow this guy for a little "chit chat". Well I did. We must have driven for an hour or so. I had... [Read More]
Tags:
Psycopath,
Psycho,
Killing,
Knife,
Killer,
Murder,
Death,
Insanity,
Insane,
Crazy,
Blood,
GraphicVotes: 638347
02 Mar, 2013 12:55 AM
It was summertime,1947, and a warm breeze swirled through the neighborhoods caressing old brick homes with white painted porches and radios blasting out tunes by the Harmonicats. Those were the days when milk was still brought to your door in cold sweating glass bottles which the doorman delivered clinking to your doorstep and sleek black cars cruised by on white wall tires blaring horns that really let you have what for.
My father had come back from the war three years before, gaunt and etched, a ghost of the man he’d been returned back to us from across some raging ocean surrounded by killing fields, entire countries become crypts. He was further away now than he’d ever been during the war. He drank Schlitz on the porch all day every day, that’s what he did, from sun up to sun down and my mother and I mostly just stayed away.... [Read More]
Tags:
Horror,
Love,
Death,
Kiss,
SickVotes: 619861
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]
Tags:
Death,
Blood,
ScreamVotes: 514313
04 Apr, 2013 03:28 PM
Breathing heavily, my eyes begin to burn. I start to freeze from my toes to the top of my head. Inside feels cold and broken as if I was dead. I get the eager to have a taste of blood. The thought rolls in my mind for a few minutes. Hunger builds up inside, before I get the chance to move I fall to the ground. My eye site is gone.
I open my eyes and see nothing but darkness around me. I get up slowly, for my body is very weak. I start to smell something that makes me want to go after it. So I run towards the smell like I was hunting for food. I reach where the smell was coming from, my eyes become wide. My fane’s grow, and I bit down on the animal that I had been after. The taste of blood flows through... [Read More]
Tags:
Vampire,
Death,
BloodVotes: 512847
03 Dec, 2014 08:17 PM
It was a cold and rather bleak afternoon. The sun wasn't present nor was its’ warmth and all that you could see in the sky was clouds. I remember the school bus stopping three houses down from mine and the bus doors opening with a slight creek like that of an old wooden door in a rather aged home. I had gotten up out of my seat and grabbed my back pack with both hands which caused me to wobble a bit as I walked through the aisle of the bus toward the exit. I noticed the faces of the fellow passengers and for a second admired the differences of each individual and the unique expressions each one possessed. I usually don’t talk like that to people though for people think I over analyze or take simple things to a much further level than things ever should be brought down... [Read More]
Tags:
Death,
Psych,
Hospital,
Coma,
Depression,
SadnessVotes: 415404
