Darkness UndergroundIt was just a church. One of the least scary places imaginable. And yet, as Adam approached the doors, he felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. He told himself that it was the chill of night and not the eeriness of the dark and desolate chapel. He reached out and paused, his hand inches from the doorknob. Why, on tonight of all nights, did his brother have to run off? Adam attempted to hold the anger in, knowing it would only make the situation worse. The situation being that his younger brother, Max, had run off on Halloween. This wouldn’t have been too bad, except for the fact that Max had autism, which left him somewhat mute and unable to understand certain social cues, such as someone calling his name. Adam’s one saving grace was that he knew exactly where Max would go: the old abandoned church in the center of Dead Man’s Hill Park.Darkness Underground8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The park was named for the large hill in its northern quadrant where colonists and natives had faced off during the French and Ind
WhyThe fog was thick on the waterfront, a choking miasma of coal smoke and the sickening-sweet stench of decay from the river. Hurrying toward the rendezvous point he’d specified, nameless things crunched unseenWhy8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
beneath the heels of my walking boots — I shuddered, and tried not to guess at what they were, or had been, once. For at least the dozenth time that evening, I wished Jonathan had been able to accompany me here. I understood that he needed to be able to plan for our elopement to the continent without his family getting wind of it, but still…
Thinking back, I remembered meeting him for the first time in the Sanitarium gardens, as I was taking one of the catatonia patients out for some air. He was reading, the afternoon light gracing the planes of his face like gilding on the marble statue of a Greek god, the paleness and fragility of his expression only adding to his otherworldly masculine beauty. He turned, and the sun shone past his delicate smile i
MISTMIST20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
La lunga sciabola ricurva volteggia frenetica, fendendo a destra e a manca, provocando dolore e disperazione, ferite profonde, lacerazioni letali. Le macchie di sangue imbrattano il bel volto, i lunghi capelli dorati, le mani ossute e decise. Il fragore delle armi e della lotta risuonano nelle sue orecchie, una musica ritmata, che lei danza con innata abilità. Lei è Mist, la guerriera dai capelli d’oro, coraggiosa e letale, principessa delle remote terre iperboree. Si volta di scatto verso il sole al tramonto, nessuno le sta più attorno, un silenzio improvviso cala sulla pianura. La battaglia è terminata, le schiere nemiche si ritirano. Mist si siede su una roccia, dopo aver spostato un corpo trafitto. Comincia a ripulire lentamente la sua lama affilata, fingendo di non accorgersi della presenza di un guerriero alle sue spalle. Egli la guarda ansimante, attendendo una sua mossa. Poi, desolato, si siede al suo fianco, dopo qualche esitazione.
Madraz's Mansion of Macabre: Liberty City Theory Many GTA players have discovered this peculiar Easter egg in the fourth installment of the popular franchise. It is something so unusual but so fascinating. It is located in non-other than the statue of happiness herself.Madraz's Mansion of Macabre: Liberty City Theory 5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is a big, beating heart.
Nobody knows what its origins are, or what it is doing in a smiling statue. The heart is not so much a giant organ, but it is a signal. A signal…for things to come. The face of the statue is beaming. She smiles, signaling that life is not misery. That life is something to be enjoyed, not to be wasted on solving its purpose. What keeps the heart beating? Is it galleons upon galleons of blood that has been donated by ‘volunteers’? Many guesses have been made. What many do not know, is that the heart runs on happiness. This emotion is the fuel for the spirit. It keeps the mind operating and at peak performance. To be happy and to make others happy is the purpose of life. Every single person on earth has a time in their
The White Fox in its RealmThe White Fox… As it had been come to be known as. It was such a mysterious and alluring creature. It seemed to dwell on the eyes of the creatures that came to witness ITS presence.The White Fox in its Realm9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It knew its own purpose in its quest for survival on these planes. It was a Harbinger. Although it was pure of any shed blood, its own dark enticements were easily seen when the Purity of its White Fur and Golden Eyes were shed. It was a hunter of the Soul, Spirit, and Mind. On planes well above many creatures’ understanding.
Its own realm, however, in these planes. Was not a pleasant one, even for it. Due to powers well beyond its control. Its realm had become a place of horrors. Flesh was ground. Blood was Water. Organs, fresh and rotting alike, littered the ground as seeming plants for this unearthly scape. The air was toxic to any creature not used to such a plane of existence, like many other realms in this existence.
It looked nearby, a plant with a stalk of ocular cords and a flowering ey
Notes of DiscordThere is something living in the wind tonight.Notes of Discord13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soft, soft, Night’s song. She sways with it, one step at a time. Down the cement steps, towards the sandbox, the rosebush, the gazebo. The tree.
She looks up, and there is light – from the moon, the streetlamps perhaps. The leaves rustle, turn silver then green with each breath. She hears the absence of sound, a terrifying, scorching chill squeezing her chest. Still, she walks.
Everything is in shadow, gone, everything but this – the tree, the rusty green of the gazebo, the cement reflecting crystal light. Something waits for her, there, against the tree’s pale-brown bark.
The barking starts.
Awful. Terror breaks the calm melancholy of the night, tears through her flesh like shards of ice. She trembles, feels herself shake – eyes, eyes and open jaws growl at her from the nothingness beyond the circle of moonlight; the tree, the gazebo, the cement steps. She runs.
Back, back – back into the building, up t
Moonlight Sonata [3rd Edition]Moonlight SonataMoonlight Sonata [3rd Edition]15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the night of October 30, in the city of Budapest, Hungary, about 11 pm, a group of shadowy forms like men gathered below the balcony of the house of Ramon Tesla, a former citizen. It was known throughout the Capitol that Tesla had died one year prior on the same night.
Tesla had previously traveled through both Hungary and Romania and had ventured through the forest into Transylvania. Then he was suddenly and mysteriously delayed in returning to Budapest. When he could travel homewards, he needed to travel at night. He arrived at his house in the eastern side at the same hour, 11 pm. Then he unpacked his bag and collected his clothes in the cabinet. He went to his piano and began to play Ludvig Van Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Suddenly he was aware that the moon had appeared and seemed full. He continued to play.
A moment later, a tall figure stood before him and gazed at him silently. Then the figure walked over to him calmly. Tesla saw tha
The HorrorMy fear(s): Snakes, spiders, heights, and losing a loved one.The Horror2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat in the chair, bound, as the man brought out a box. The man was someone that I never met before, and he wore a mask and a suit to conceal his identity. We were in the back of a semi trailer.
"Syman, do you know what's in this box?" He asked. I shook my head. He raised the lid off of the box, reached in, and pulled out a snake. I stared as the man pulled out a Eastern Ribbon Snake from the box. I knew that it wasn't poisonous, but it still made my skin crawl. He started to move towards me, and I started to strain in my bindings. The man put the serpent on the floor, so I moved to raise my feet. To my dismay the man had tied my ankles to the legs of the chair.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. My tormenter didn't reply. He only removed an Eastern Garter from the box. He moved forward, and put the snake in my lap. I quickened my breathing, and my heart rate increased. The Eastern Ribbon was making it's way to my fee
Shadow Man MassacreThere once was a girl named Maggie Jones. She was an ordinary girl who did ordinary things. She went to high school like the other girls her age. She watched her favorite shows and read her favorite books. She hung out with her friends and stayed up late texting her boyfriend. These are all normal teenage things. Like some girls her age, Maggie enjoyed playing video games, especially ones of the horror variety. Late on a Friday night, she sat up late searching for a game that she could play and post on her YouTube channel. She came across a horror game released only minutes before her arrival at the website. Looking at the game, she thought to herself how fun it sounded and how amazing the graphics were. She then downloaded the game and began to play. The screen and video of her were recorded. The game was different from other games because you actually got to play the monster. Maggie began to play. As the monster, she began to walk around the woods and kill the random people she foundShadow Man Massacre2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He Murdered My WifeHe murdered my wife in cold blood. And when she took her last breath, he laughed. A silent, sickening laugh that taunted me and mocked me, as if to say, "How do you like that?" He's in my house now. I swear it, I see him everywhere. Through every nook, every cranny, I feel his eyes burning into my soul. Tonight, he is yelling at me, screaming and crying and trying to pull off what I assume is a pity act. It isn't working. Out of frustration, fear, anger, all those emotions swaddled in a cataclysm of revenge, I roughly shove him against the wall. I thought he'd be fine- I could escape and go to the police when he was dazed. But instead, I heard a single 'crack' emit from his head hitting it. I don't think. I don't move. And when I do, I aimlessly reach for the phone. The first person I decide to dial is my sister. I'll tell her he escaped. Went missing. Then, I'll hide the body carefully. Yes, this was forming up to be a fine plan. I press in the numbers and clumsily hit the call buttonHe Murdered My Wife2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Long HallwayTen doors down, a figure stands like a shadow, indistinct and dark.The Long Hallway5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The lights flicker, pitching it into black.
They flicker on, and the figure has vanished.
The door doesn't open at a pull. A knock receives no answer. A glance down the hall shows it empty.
The lights flicker off and on.
The figure is there, one door closer. How did it move so quickly, and from where? Was it hiding?
The lights flicker off and on.
Again, the figure is gone from view. Hiding in a shadow? Did it duck into a doorway, just a guest finding their room?
The door still won't open. The lights flicker off, a held glance down the dark hallway, a furtive attempt to see where the figure comes from. The lights come on, the figure is not in sight.
A held breath is let out, a calmer hand tries the door. As it reaches the knob, the lights flash twice in quick succession, a reflex causes eyes to shoot up, and the figure is standing two doors closer, the lights flicker a third time, and again the figure has disappeared.
Hide and RunCreepypasta: Hide and RunHide and Run5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was with all my friends at my house. We were all normal kids and we all decided to play hide and seek. If you don’t know what hide and seek is you well must of not had a childhood. The seeker was Joe. We always did a extra rule…no lights.
Joe started counting to 30 and we all ran for it. I had several hiding spots that I always usually chose. I ran into my room and went into my closet where I had a secret exit if someone ever came in. Everyone knew about the spot so if they entered I exited and ran. I heard something then enter the room. I looked through the crack in the wall and saw a tall hunch backed figure. None of my friends were as tall as the thing standing in front of me and none of them had hunch backs.
I was terrified and then heard a scream and the figure disappeared. What the heck was this. I then heard “Ok I’m coming for you guys too with Joe!” Now I really knew that the thing wasn’t any of them. I felt like c
Goodnight.Goodnight.Goodnight.14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
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He woke up. It was half past midnight and it has been less than half an hour since he went to bed. This has been the case for him for the past few weeks or so. He was suffering from a severe insomnia as he woke up at least ten times every night. He woke up and just stood there. He knew he couldn't return to sleep & that he would need to tire himself and his eyes before he managed to go back to sleep yet again. He opened his laptop and plugged in the power cord. He was going to try and watch something. A movie, an episode of a serial, anything that could potentially tire him and make him want to sleep.
Half an hour later, he found out that nothing could amuse him enough nor to bore him enough for him to want to sleep. He sighed and he closed his laptop. He tried to close his eyes, spun in his bed, flipped the pillow from the warm to the cold side and vise versa but he just couldn't sl
Monster Under the BedShe is afraid of me. That’s not what I mean to do at all. This is just my job. I never want to scare little Jenny, but it just happens. I can’t exactly stop breathing, even though I know she can hear me, and I can’t always sit still, even though I know she can hear my claws on the wooden floor. Honestly, I need to stretch my legs after a long day of sleeping. Even with her eyes closed, Jenny knows I get up and walk around her room. She almost cries when she feels my breath on her face, but I can’t help it. I miss my own children so far away in my world, but I have to do my job here. I can’t go back to them and be the good parent I want to be, because I have to be here, protecting her. I am what she calls a “monster”. We don’t look the same, so I can see why she would think that at such a young age. I am big with horns and claws, my fur is a black color, and my teeth could seem scary to a human with teeth that are dull and round, and whileMonster Under the Bed2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Single NightA Single NightA Single Night17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Have you ever been outside while it was dark? Of course you all have - you have social lives, go to clubs and all. For you, the night is the beginning of the day, but for me, that's not the case. As far as I am concerned, I must be in bed at 22:30 so I can wake up early in the morning, so, every time I am outside past 21:00 during the cold seasons, it feels, somewhat odd to me. Especially considering that before that, I was at a friend's place and we watched a plethora of horror-based materials and videos, some of which were obviously fake, others, somewhat realistic. It's somewhat magical how the human mind works, especially the artistic mind. Having my mind set on horror and what people consider paranormal, my mind instantly began working that way, seeing every single figure in the dark as a potential maniac, murderer, threat, which was undoubtedly a good thing, consideri
Niavete in BlackDing Dong went the doorbell. Mr. Richards opened it with a flat expression on his face. His sweatered gut pressed against the screen door.Niavete in Black55 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Isn't it a bit early for Trick-R-Treat," he asked.
"No, Mr. Richards," I said, "We're girl scouts. These are our uniforms. We're delivering some cookies you ordered last month. Thin Mints, Dos-i-does and a box of Samoas."
He scratched his head and stifled a yawn, "I don't remember ordering anything, but sure. Let me get my wallet."
He opened the door for Julie and me. Inside, Mr. Richards turned towards the kitchen and as he did so I pulled Mommy's taser from the box of thin mints and stung him in the butt. The electricity crackled like lightning and Mr. Richards leapt forward, slamming his head into the bannister. Wide-eyed with disbelief he swirled around, took three steps and collapsed against an upright piano, making a hellish racket as his elbows came down on the keys. By the time he hit the floor he was totally out cold.
"Holy Cow," said Juli
Death Weaver Sitting in the orphanage, Heather was in her bunk braiding rope and then turning them into bracelets like every other day. She never talked to staff or the other kids, but if you came in and there was a bracelet on your desk or bed you knew Heather was " talking " to you.Death Weaver2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, a boy was yelling at Heather, trying to force her to talk. He soon pinned her to a wall and started punching her, with vision blurring she ripped off one of her bracelets and tied it around his neck. She pulled on it, tightening it till his body went limp, realizing what she had done, Heather grabbed her rope and bracelets and ran out the door.
Run. Run was all she could do. She ran down the street dodging cars, past people shouting at her to slow down and jumping over fallen trash cans.She ran until her lungs were dying and a steam-hammer was where her heart should be. Heather looked around and noticed she was in a dark alleyway were she heard men chuckling, quickly she