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Chase's Chase - Episode 5
INT. INSIDE STRANGERS CAR - NIGHTTIME CHASE, HARPER, and STRANGER 3 sit in the back of the car. STRANGER 1 and STRANGER 2 sit in the front.
By M2 years ago in Fiction
Battling Guilt Part 5: A Set Up
"I think this is a set-up," Frank said, carefully attempting to duck the hospital door entrance, which was a rusty metal door that seemed to have been ripped from its hinges, leaning against a previously conjoined door that was still in tact.
By dre.amerwithapen2 years ago in Fiction
The Box
Boston, MA | January 2024 Zachary Owens sat in the driveway inside of his idling, government issued, green Ford Fusion sedan smoking a cigarette and listening to the Dave and Chuck the Freak morning show.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Blood Tears
In an isolated town shrouded in eternal fog, a sinister legend emerged about a desperate cry echoing during the dark nights. It was said that those who witnessed the blood tears would be cursed, and an inevitable tragedy would befall their lives.
By Eduarda Rodrigues2 years ago in Fiction
I'm the Reaper
On a night of dense fog, Thomas Hathaway, a young and ambitious occultism student, performed an ancient ritual in an attempt to obtain forbidden knowledge. His quest for truth led him to a dark territory where he encountered a supernatural presence.
By Eduarda Rodrigues2 years ago in Fiction
Monster Girl
In the quiet village of Ravensbrook, a dark legend loomed over an isolated mansion atop a hill. It was said that a monster inhabited that place, a cursed girl known as the "Monster Girl." Residents avoided speaking of her, but stories echoed like frightened whispers on silent nights.
By Eduarda Rodrigues2 years ago in Fiction
Night Child
Em a remote city shrouded in shadows, where nights were longer than usual, lived a man named Edgar. He was known as the "Son of the Night" because his life was intertwined with darkness since birth. His past was a mystery, enveloped in dark legends that echoed through the dirty alleys of the city.
By Eduarda Rodrigues2 years ago in Fiction
The Same Eyes
In the small, picturesque village of Willowbrook, nestled deep within a dense forest, there was a legend that sent shivers down the spines of its inhabitants. The legend of "The Same Eyes" had been passed down through generations, whispered around campfires and told to children as a cautionary tale. It was said that every year on the night of a full moon, a ghostly figure would appear, bearing the same eyes as someone in the village. The catch was that the person with the matching eyes would meet a strange and unexpected fate.
By KAVI SEN2 years ago in Fiction
Four Friends' YouTube Vlogs
In the dimly lit basement of a century-old house, four friends, Jake, Emma, Alex, and Lily, found themselves captivated by a peculiar idea. They decided to start a YouTube channel, sharing their paranormal experiences and investigations. The thrill of exploring haunted locations and the possibility of capturing evidence of the supernatural excited them. Little did they know, their pursuit of online fame would plunge them into a chilling encounter with the other side.
By prashanth2 years ago in Fiction
Jhansi and His Brother
The Enigmatic Mansion The village of Kalapur was steeped in mystery, with whispers of ancient spirits and haunting tales that sent shivers down the spines of its residents. Among these eerie legends, none were as spine-chilling as the story of Jhansi and his brother.
By prashanth2 years ago in Fiction
Somehow he was still not dead. Content Warning.
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 losing my mind...sorry, I mean, choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year. You can check her original story out here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Trap Door
Canicatti, Sicily | July 10th, 1943 | 9:27A.M An annoyingly beautiful orchestra of chirping stirred Rosalie from her deep sleep, pulling her from her dreams. She stretched out her arms until all of the kinks between her joints either popped or cracked. Then bent her neck from side to side, achieving the same relieving effect. She wiped away the sand from the corners of her eyes with her knuckles, then rolled herself out of a make-shift straw bed.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction