12 Nov, 2017 02:03 AM
Within a mansion where George Hearn was recently hired, a girl not quite living drifted toward him in the form of a mist. Lovely was her voice as she spoke to him and soon he followed her wispy form to the second floor of the great house, pausing at the door which she said was her room, the very room where the old lady who owned the place slept.
Her lovely voice said, Come to me.
He didn’t know her words registered in his mind, not in the fabric of the air. “Where did you go,” he asked, “why can’t I see you anymore?”
The real me is on the other side of the door, and I am oh so lonely.
“But this is Ruth’s bedroom. Do you want to get me fired?”
Oh no, not for anything in the world. Don’t worry. She sleeps with Prince Valium. You’d have... [Read More]
, EvilVotes: 0
07 Apr, 2016 03:29 AM
At first, it’s like any other day. I awakened, showered, brewed my morning cup of joe, and that is when I first saw…outside, there was nothing…no moonlight, stars, or anything! It was like an endless black void of space. My mind was racing; Where was I…What is going on…Why is this happening? I caught myself and thought that maybe it is just extremely dark outside because the lights are not working.
Standing there in front of the window, I carefully sipped my coffee…cautious not to burn my tongue. I paused, patiently, to try to see if the lights will come back on, or that I will see some shred of moonlight in the nighttime sky. “Maybe I should just go and lay back down.”, I thought to myself. Turning around to leave, I noticed that all of my furniture has disappeared. “Where did all of my stuff go.”, I said... [Read More]
, FearVotes: 3
10 Dec, 2014 07:07 AM
Years ago, in Ireland, there was a young girl named Mary Culhane. Her family was very poor and they lived in a white-washed cottage, down a country lane. She had six younger brothers and sisters and spent a lot of her time taking care of them. Her father worked as a grave digger in the local cemetery, next to the Catholic church. It was the only job he could get because he had been born with a bad leg.
One day, when her father came home, he sat down sighed. He was extremely tired after working all day.
“I can’t believe it,” he said. “I left my blackthorn walking stick back at the graveyard. If I don’t go back for it, someone will steal it. It was the last thing my poor departed father gave me before he died. I can barely walk without it.”
Mary Culhane was always a... [Read More]
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, GraveVotes: 3
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: 3
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
11 Aug, 2013 01:48 PM
I think it's odd for a 16 year old to have a diary, it's kind of childish to me. But my parents bought it for me to keep track of what I'm doing. By the way, I'm Sarah. I moved to Montana from New York. But I don't like it here. I don't think the kids like me either. They bully me and call me rude names. It's almost Summer though. School will be out and I get to visit my old friends. I miss them a lot. Anyway,it's late, I should get to bed.
The kids at my school keep calling me fat, ugly, and that I should have never came here. I'm starting to believe them. My parents keep saying that it's not true, and that I should ignore them. But it's easier said then done,you know? Anyway I should... [Read More]
, Dark WorldVotes: 0
11 Aug, 2013 01:50 PM
There once was a boy, his name is Damon. Damon didn't have friends nor was he close to his family. He was fine with that, he was more of the silent type anyway. Well one night, Damon was about 5 years old. He was happy because he had his own room not sharing with his sisters. He was sleeping when he heard a noise...coming from his window. He was scared but decided he is brave enough to go see what was out there. He looked at the window..and saw.......something. It has very pointy and sharp teeth the claws were like razors, could cut steel in half, it's skin was pure black with messy hair and it's eyes were completely blood red..and it was smiling at him,showing those terrifying teeth. He screamed and ran to mommy and daddy's room. He said "Mommy! Mommy! There's a monster in my room!" The mom... [Read More]
, Monster Within
, Dark CreatureVotes: 6
20 Jul, 2013 10:00 PM
Rushing through the woods late at night. Deep into the darkest corner, where the agonizing screams can not be heard. Walking into a small cabin. Marvelling at All the horrors within I thirst for the sweet smell of blood to fill the air. I take the next victim; unconscious I tightly bind them to a low table.
Awaiting them to wake once more. I clean the dry blood off my tools from a previous session. The last body had been disposed of only hours ago, yet I had not been satisfied with the pain, agony and blood. I bend down as they start to wake.
"Welcome to hell" I whisper in her ear. "Never again will you see the light of day." Small sobs echo through the room. "My sweet little pet, don't you cry." I stoke her hair softly. "It'll end just as quickly as it began."
Walking over... [Read More]
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, GraphicVotes: 1
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]
, SickVotes: 7
25 Feb, 2013 09:30 PM
There once was a beautiful girl engaged to a soldier who caught the eye of an evil woodsman who had sold his soul for the ability to turn himself into a wolf at will. He lay in wait for the girl when she was walking home one day and accosted her, begging her to elope with him. The maiden refused, spurning his love and crying out to her love to save her from his advances.
The girl's cries were heard by her eager fiancé, who had come searching for her when she was late returning to her parent's home. The soldier drove the woodsman away, threatening him with dire consequences if he ever approached the maiden again. The furious woodsman lay low for a few days, waiting for his chance. It came on the girl's wedding day. She was dancing happily at her wedding reception with a group of her... [Read More]
, BrideVotes: 11