The Thing at the Window (Conclusion)The Thing at the WindowThe Thing at the Window (Conclusion)14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The rat creatures eventually gnawed the boards off the window and a pack of them mingling with the shadow things was loose upon the locale. But they did not stalk the witness immediately. Instead, they obeyed more natural instinct and sought prey generally among the neighbors.
They scurried through the lanes and back streets of the community and his in the shadows, ambushing and attacking those who passed by. However, only a handful of residents passed them. Most people were at home at that hour. Occasionally a drunkard or a panhandler went by. The creatures had a scant feast with them.
By half past 11, that night, they had finished with all passers and scurried further into the community for more prey. At that time, someone attempted to phone the town council; but nobody was on duty. They tried to find the private number instead.
Meanwhile, the witness had gone home and locked and barred his door tight. He prayed that the creatures would never find a
KarmaBone and muscle stare back at me through empty sockets. What little skin that's still on it is rotting away. But wait...I'm looking into my bathroom mirror. That monster isn't me...it can't be me...Karma2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I steal a quick glance down at my hands. No, I'm not rotting away like the monster in the mirror. I look back up, thinking maybe I'm just sleep-deprived and hallucinating. No, the monster is still there.
The lights flicker, drawing my attention upwards. A black, tar-like substance is oozing from the crack in the ceiling above and behind me. It materializes into a hand, which reaches for me, clutching with cold fingers onto the back of my skull. It forces me closer, closer towards the mirror with the monster, whose decaying fingers grasp for my neck and close around my throat. As it draws me closer, I realize that I'm dead, killed by the monster of my own lies.
Jaaku 1.0 vs Zecoo: Rap BattleJaaku 1.0: Must have taken every ounce of your courage to agree to fight me here, Do you know who I am?... I'm Jaaku! I feel a baby kick, I kick it back! In the delivery room, I Spawn Camp! Get a kill, Teabag a puppet! Watch porn in the front row of class! Click, Click, Click!..... Do the math, motherfucker, I'm Insane! I do the Cinnamon Challenge with cocaine! When life gave me lemons, I stabbed it in the heart, and gave it rapid death! Ran into your girl the other day with my car - Is she okay?Jaaku 1.0 vs Zecoo: Rap Battle8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zecoo: You are the result of four Billion years of evolutionary success, fucking act like it! And my girl's fine, we just had some time together. Do the Math? Well, I forgot my pencil. Guess I'll take notes in your blood! God gave you lemons? Find a new GOD!!!!! I take the scenic route through Mordor, walk in through the front door, So much courage I do the Worm, with a dagger! You got no friends, you loner! Where's your show partners!? Even Takashi from the Backstage could kick your ass, Fuck
Change after a war 1Change after a war…Change after a war 19 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One snowy Christmas night everthing with in the castle was about to change from one war that took place out of their own world. For the king of the underworld, who happened to be BEN’s fauther, had suffered a great loss with Zalgo’s men. They were fighting who should actuly control the under realm. Sadly the group that didn’t even want to be in the war was killed yet that was what made the war come to a hult. They all lived together in Slenderman’s mantion, that was set on fire. The two sides came to an agreement that they need to find replacements for the dead that were in the Mantion, that’s when they realized the caslte sitting in the human realm that had people that had the exact personalties that everyone in the manton had. They sent in a man known only as the Shadow Lurker, one of Zalgo’s men who was alsmost like a right hand man. He was sent on the misson of the transformation powter to make everyone
BonesThe bone’s that sit upon the silent, and speak for time, as residual horror’s, or trickster preacher’s, that say not a word to anyone, not even the tomb’s that shadow the plot’s, where the ground is as well tended into form as a pile of leaves. One might just hop on in at some point, and wish the gallows humorists a good one.Bones17 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bones that heckle, or dance in spectre light’s, know the flame’s in the fire to be the spirit’s of life as they live, and what they preach, or speak of in life, is the wood upon the fire place, that Hell might sometimes dream of. The bone’s of the haunted land’s, that speak peace to the mad, or lonely. They know ghost’s just as well, as people have the time to call other people nobodies. Sometimes the bone’s of the land might say something, but in their rarity, they are somehow one with the prehistoric world. Like ancient cavemen, that have hunted the Mastodon, or have lived in caves.
The hungry bed: Magdalene gets eaten"im glad im finally home, that dance sucked" Magdalene said to herself while she walked into her house. she shut the door behind her, then she tossed her purse onto the couch, she headed upstairs so she could lay down on the new bed her parents had bought her. she didn't even bother to kick her heels off. she brushed her brown hair with her fingertips while she texted on her phone. she loved the new bed her parents had bought her, and she loved the black mini skirt she had on. she looked down at her white tank-top for a few moments, then she smiled.The hungry bed: Magdalene gets eaten3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
her moment off happiness was quickly interrupted, the bed suddenly started shaking rapidly. Magdalene jumped off of the bed and backed away from it, the bed launched its wet tongue at her head, its tongue wrapped around her face and head, then it pulled her head into its mouth. she started screaming furiously while the bed slowly swallowed her alive, she punched the bed with her fist while the bed enjoyed her as its next meal. it slowly swa
The hungry bed: Susan gets eaten"I hate the fact that im getting a new bed" Susan said to herself while she changed her clothes. she threw on a pair of blue skinny jeans, a pair of black ankle socks, and a black t-shirt. she brushed her brown hair with her fingertips while she waited for the new bed to arrive. she got a bad feeling every time she thought about it, but she couldn't stop her parents from getting it. her parents arrived a few hours later with the bed, then they set it up for her. they had no idea that the bed was really a hungry monster.The hungry bed: Susan gets eaten17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Susan walked up to the bed slowly, completely unaware of just how dangerous it was. the bed launched its tongue at her head, its tongue wrapped around her head and face within seconds. it quickly pulled her head into its mouth, instantly muffling her screams for help. Susan kicked her legs furiously while she punched the bed but the bed was stronger and faster. the bed slowly swallowed her shoulders and chest with another gulp, its mouth held her arms tightly to her sid
CrowsIt was a very dark night on a lonely road that's only occupant was Sage Miller. He was driving from a long day at the office, but before going home also got gas. is was really just an excuse to get a beer from the gas station for the trip home. But he knew he could make it, he's been on this road everyday from work. But sure was different during the dead of night...Crows17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The road was a long dirt road that had wooden fence bordering it, or at least that's what the tunnel of light from the headlights illuminated for him to see. the night was dead silent without anything to make a sound, but inside of Sage's truck was blasting with music. Slightly buzzed, Sage singed a long with QueenSryche's Eye of the Stranger with a bit of sluggish tone. Now driving faster as he was hellbent to get home and subconsciously to the beat of the class rock dirge from his radio. buzzed, he thought he was the only person on the road and at this late hour.
Too bad that he didn't see a
I sawYou may not believe me when I tell you this story, but this is the only truth I know. It happened. I was there. I witnessed it with my own damn eyes. I am not too comfortable with sharing my name, but I will. It's just Sam. Sam is my name.I saw21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
My memory was jumbled for a long while, and now that I remembered and pieced all the events that occurred together...I realized..This hellish experience was no dream...It was a stone cold reality I wished I never had to deal with.
A-anyway, since this occurred about... 1 year prior to today...Well... I'll have to rewind a bit here.
Great life, great house, great family. Yep that is me. I was living the life I had always dreamed of. I had a wonderful family.. M-my husband, Michael. Oh how he was the most generous, most amazing man. I loved him so much. I do know how much dating and or marrying the same gender is looked down upon, but I don't really mind the strange looks given by strangers as we walked to the s
Miles to the NightMiles to the night, and it’s neither dawn, or twilight, or the fashion of star’s, caught in a reflective window pane. The nail’s upon the finger’s of her long knuckled hand’s shook, and teethed in the night, reaching for the matches on the porch railing. The vein’s of the tree’s casting shadows over the street, and whispering strange tales, telling the stray’s of ancient dreams, from long lost days, and it’s still miles to anywhere in the night. The sky limiting nothing. Boundless in the darkness, the chanting of twig’s upon gravel, meditating the way’s of the ghost’s, that might, in the loneliness of the season, not even haunt their ways to scare a person.Miles to the Night15 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
You might even call it a season of night, what comes before Winter, and just the length of time after all the costumes of Halloween have disappeared, almost like the Halloween season is a thing eaten, and the monster’s fed, everyone has gone to bed, until
Last WordsPanting, a lack of breath caught up to her as she dove down to pick up a video camera lying on the floor. She turned the blood-smeared thing on, the banging of a door warning her to hurry up. The light went on, & her dilated pupils were the focus point of the image, as well as her brunette hair tied up in a bun as her pale skin contrasted the entire picture.Last Words23 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
“If you’re viewing this..” she croaked, coughing, “then I died.”
Heat insulated & escaped her body over & over again, like a little girl having night terrors in the middle of the night. A dangling, flickering light source hung above her, the warm brightness illuminating her cheekbones. Stammering, sweat dripped down her neck as she searched for words. She knew she didn’t have much time left before that thing outside the door would break through & kill her.
“Rey, I’m sorry . . . you were right, I shouldn’t have chosen to go-”
She spat out blood.
“And Dad, I
Haunted HouseThis ghost has boards, and long comb over nail’s, it has a tool box with hammer’s, and an empty pail, with dried leaf crisp’s inside of it. This ghost has a haunted chandelier, and a box with ancient toy’s inside. Toy’s that if the average person looked at them, they’d possibly feel haunted inside, just from peering at something from beyond their time. This ghost, never open’s the pantry, and the dishes left inside never get out, it’s something about the dishes, that nobody was ever able to find out about. Perhap’s it has to do with shipping the fragile reflectable surfaces of thing’s, in shine & value, that leaves them a strange place, in the room’s of the mind, and not just the cupboards, of an old and slightly drafty, but eerily dry, house of haunted whispered shadows. Shadows that keep their time with the Sun in the day, or the Moon at night, just as much as the ocean swells, and changes her tides, or the leaveHaunted House16 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meat Market of the Dead“Why does everyone look so pale and translucent?” I asked as Sam and I carried a pair of heavy crates through the door flaps of the newly erected circus tent.Meat Market of the Dead2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Because everyone is dead, James,” she replied, rolling her misty blue eyes with a playful smile.
“But why can’t we at least look human? All of the people, er… spirits waiting for the circus to open look human. I mean, if they’re dead why should they care how we look?”
“Because the spirits get hungry,” she said as she set down her crate and wiped a bit of drool from her slightly slack jaw. “You know about food offerings to the dead? Well, the dead know hunger in this place, and they’ll group up and devour a human without a food offering. We’re a collection of zombies and monsters, but only if we look the part. If they saw us as humans they would tear us all limb from limb. And trust me, that won’t be
Mass Hysteria:homeworkRose heard running on grass as she went outside creepypastas were everywhere she ran back into proxy high. Rose had ran to her bag to grab her weapon and ran out back there as she looked around she saw Jane coming at her as she smacked her whip down trying to scare Jane off Jane kept coming. Rose tried to smack the whip at Jane's neck but it stuck into her shoulder Rose smacked the whip hoping to get it off to finish the job and eliminate Jane and then go on to the other rouge pastas. She finally had gotten it into Jane's neck just deep enough for a lethal blow. She ran back in to see smile dog ripping at papers as she stepped back smile dog stopped and stared at her. Rose looked over on where her whip is smile dog had pounced over her and grabbed it. Rose had to think fast all she could think of is kicking him and trying to get it back. She kicked at his jaw as he released she then whipped at him but the throat making him trickle blood but not enough. Jeff had come so quickly that herMass Hysteria:homework4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am your fears...I am the one who hides in the shadows. waiting calmly as you walk by. my heart can't help but beats fast knowing you are going to die. I am the one who decides your fate. I grab you when you lest expect it and pull you into the darkness. My heart is cold, veins now ice. My eyes are shut as grip my knife. Yes... how i saver every moment of that blade as it slice parts of you. I'll take your soul in replace of mine. I am your fear the one you have tried to leave behind.I am your fears...13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ManWhen I was a kid my parents would always tell me this when I misbehave.The Man15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Behave yourself or else The Man will get you."
Just hearing those words can shut me up within milliseconds. Even though I never saw him I was still scared of him, just knowing the fact that he is there but you don't know what he looks like petrified me for almost my whole childhood.
Now that I've grown older I know my parents told me of this so called "The Man" just to shut me up. I knew He couldn't possibly exist..... or at least that's what I thought.
One night I was babysitting my little brother, He was all over the place. Running around, Screaming, climbing over object and more. I wanted to shout at him but I didn't. Instead I told him about "The Man" , I said the exact same words that my parents told me.
He was more quiet ever since I told him about "The Man"
I gave myself a pat on the shoulders and wonder if the same effect could apply to his classmates
Then he came... My brother went off to a field trip. Al
Waitcha - Part 2I leave my torch where it lies in the leaf litter: I don’t expect to find any batteries in the heart of the forest. The girl leaves the circle of light cast by the torch – the men are still scouting around, checking if I’ve been followed. She walks a short distance away, but I stop following her when I see the shapes silhouetted in the mushroom-light. Horns as thick and long as my arm twist their way up from a head which is held proudly at twice my height. A brush-tipped tail swishes through the ferns; hooves larger than my spread hand plunge into the mulch. Beyond this first creature I make out the shapes of five other forest antelopes, some laid down, some munching on leaves, all huge.Waitcha - Part 24 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“They won’t hurt you,” the girl says, noting my reticence as she reaches out to stroke the muzzle of the closest antelope. “These are ours, they don’t mind people so much as the wild ones.” I hear the men crunching through the leaf litter towards us