Horror

The Green Light
The Green Light Tammy Wortham had been worried about the cruise ship traveling through the Bermuda Triangle. Her husband assured her such a thing was only an urban legend and didn’t exist. When she told him the Bermuda Triangle was the region made by the three points of Miami, Bermuda, and Puerto Rico, he laughed it off as sailor’s superstition. Tammy figured she was being silly and agreed to go on the cruise. She really needed the vacation after all.
By Tyler Marable5 years ago in Fiction
The Wedding Party
There’s a fine line between solitude and loneliness. This place is one of solitude for me. It’s silent except for the crows who keep watch over it and the sparrows that dart about the honeysuckle hedging. It doesn’t belong here, the honeysuckle. It was originally from somewhere in East Asia, I’m going to guess China. You can hardly go wrong guessing China because it’s the biggest country, unless you count Russia, which I don’t. But I digress, which is of course my luxury to do. There’s no one to hurry me. Now, where was I? Oh, the honeysuckle.
By Cory Wright-Maley5 years ago in Fiction
Island Otherside
The Intern sat quietly at his desk, enjoying a roast beef sandwich with sliced mozzarella and mayonnaise on lightly toasted white bread. In front of him, six monitors mounted on the wall in rows of three all displayed black-and-white images.
By Bradley Ramsey5 years ago in Fiction
Red Light, Green Light.
My head is pounding. My heart is racing. My ears are ringing. All that surrounds me is darkness. I spread my hands out in front of me only to be met at my finger tips by a cold hard wall. I lay my palm flat on the on the gritty surface, it brings me some comfort. I decided to drag my hand across the wall and crawl to blindly guide myself. As I crawled along the floor my hand touched a wet spot on the wall, I wiped it on my shirt and kept going. Another wet puddle submerged my hand, it felt so… warm. Slowly I reached my hand across the floor straying away from the wall, and I felt something.
By Zoe Fields 5 years ago in Fiction
The Backtraps - Part II
catch up with part one here . . . Author’s note Over the years, I dug up several more incidents reported around the world:
By jamie harding5 years ago in Fiction
The painting
Estate sales are fascinating. You never know what magnificent antiquites or just straight up weird stuff you can find in the home of the recently deceased. We never buy anything though, I hate how I feel like I’m stealing something that doesn’t belong to me even if I pay for it. It just feels wrong to take something that once belonged to someone who can no longer consent to relinquish their possessions. The kids usually enjoy seeing the stuff and I have to admit some of the old books I have found at these sales have a way of capturing one's attention.
By Kat Pond5 years ago in Fiction
Beckoning
It was on a flight from one dull state to another equally dull yet altogether different state that it came to me. I didn't ask for it, I beg you to believe that. Even in the darkest times that came after, I tried to turn from it. Lord help me, Gentle Reader, I tried.
By Heather Kenealy5 years ago in Fiction
SCARED OF THE LIGHT😢 LIGHT A MATCH
Vacant Houses was told to stay away from, with demons amid humanity where is safe? With work so ethic the travelling & busy schedule Family time is so limited. Days at work can't be focus; contemplating work & family such multi-tasking skills. A decision is needed. With an understanding wife The Bold decision took "I Quit" My agenda is Family Time & Self Endorsement. With such adrenaline Rush, vacation required with some liquor in cups with cube of ice.. Location already GPS, with a great mindset just like a happy wife should have a happy life.
By Sean Noble5 years ago in Fiction
Looks Like Heaven
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By Jamey O'Donnell5 years ago in Fiction
Softly as I Leave You
It’s 2003, Micheal Buble’s sweet voice plays over the speakers of Franklin Hosse’s 1979 Cadillac Coupe Deville. He just replaced the stereo a week ago, from a simple cassette player to a bluetooth setup that lets him connect his own music. His best friend, Nathan Crough sits in the passenger seat, talking on the phone with his soon to be wife, arguing about which parts of the wedding will need the most attention budget-wise.
By Adriana Katriel Brown5 years ago in Fiction
A New Friend
Jimmy lived for vacations. Luckily for him, his family managed to take them often. Around four or five times a year they would travel to different little getaways all over the country. His family had money. They weren’t totally loaded but had enough to really live a comfortable life. Though, even with the wealth, friends did not come easily for Jimmy. This really ate away at his mother. She didn’t understand how he couldn’t make friends. She had once said to him, “Kids should be fighting to be your friend. Have they not seen the house you live in? Show them your house.”
By Justin Ratliff5 years ago in Fiction
Bushi
Thunder roared, lightning flashed in the distance. The splashing of water could be heard throughout the woods. The pounding of her heart beat could be heard in her ears. Heavy breathing and panting as she veered closer to what looked like a house in the distance. The pace of her running increased as she grew closer to the object she saw what was the front gate left wide open.
By Marsha Maestas5 years ago in Fiction