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 unseenWhy22 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
Dark ExchangesDark ExchangesDark Exchanges7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Notes and threats
At 8 pm that Halloween evening the neighborhood children aged between 10 and 13 years headed around for the usual tricks and treats. They paused at each doorstep in various costumes. Girls were witches and boys were ghosts, ghouls and goblins. The homeowner or his wife received them with smiles and poured sweets onto each kid's bag; then they headed to the next doorstep.
After one hour, some younger children felt tired or nervous and went home. The older ones kept moving on. Eventually they moved to the far corner of one road, which, at 9:45 pm, began to
look darker and very foreboding to them. Still, they trudged on. When they reached its doorstep and rang the bell, a shadowy figure about 6 feet tall answered the door.
"Tricks or treats!"
"I'll give you all a fine treat if you'll do one trick for me."
He handed one boy a piece of paper with some words scrawled on it. The boy concealed it.
"Read it carefully. When you finish, come for the treat.
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 Bed16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
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 Underground22 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
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 Black15 hours 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
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 20 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 Realm1 day 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
Out of the grave part 4We continued to walk down the streets of what seemed to be an abandoned town. Every building we passed was in a state of disrepair and unuse, as if they had all been abanoned long ago. I could see a frustrated look form on Carols face as the prospect of finding anyone in this place was becoming less and less likely. I myself felt very conflicted. I was in pain sure, but at the same time I was relieved at the idea of not being able to kill anyone.Out of the grave part 410 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suddenly Carol stoped and looked down an alley way. A smile spread across her face. "There." She said pointing down said alley way. "There's two bums sleeping in that alley. One for each of us. Come on." She began walking down the alley but soon noticed that I wasn't following. "Whats wrong?" She asked. "Didn't you hear me? I said there was food." "I-I don't wanna kill anyone." I said sheepishly. A look of anger came onto Carols face. "Well tough titties kid, you have to." Tears began to form in my eyes again. "Oh, don't you start with that bu
Fear StoriesWith Halloween being around the corner, I'd like to see a short story based around your fear(s).Fear Stories12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
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 Massacre16 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 Wife16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Long HallwayTen doors down, a figure stands like a shadow, indistinct and dark.The Long Hallway19 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 Run19 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
The HorrorMy fear(s): Snakes, spiders, heights, and losing a loved one.The Horror16 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
Stalker in the Night Silent as a shadow, more invisible than the wind, unseen wings glide against cliffs of glass and steel. A world of light and sound, far distant from the world of stone and wood in which pin points of light marked the location of the preferred prey against the darkness below while the glittering lights and beauty shone above. The silent entity does not care, a world of wood, straw, stone, metal, or beyond, all that matters is desire.Stalker in the Night26 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
The corner of a street, just one block from a noisy weekend club, a woman who is more a girl than a fully developed woman although her outfit says differently as does the look in her eyes. Her name is not important; it is one of the first things she threw away in her life. The club is not her destination; it is her cover as she waits nearby. Above her something goes unseen, clinging to the brick and mortar, or perhaps simply sitting upon the vertical surface with no more concern for gravity than the people who scurry about t
I know your Thoughts Part 1 "Noelle!" An older woman's voice called out. "Yeah mom!" A girls voice called out answering from up the stairs. "Please come down! Please hurry!" Her mother sobbed. Noelle ran to the top of the stairs then down the whole flight rushing towards het mother who was sobbing on the floor. Noelle ran to her comforting the older woman, but stopped dead in her tracks. Noelle heard the TV was on the news channel like every other morning. The anchor man read out the words matching todays head linear: "Patient Bradford Snitch escaped Indiana Insane Asylum today...." Noelle dropped down mimicking the position of her mom. Bending her head, Noelle draped her mother and herself with long brown hair, and joined the other woman in her cries of fear. Bradford Snitch was Noelle's older brother, but a tragic accident happened to their father and little half sister. Bradford saw and was forced to watch the whole incident. "He's coming to finish wI know your Thoughts Part 12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M WRITINGScrapsI HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M WRITING14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
School. Blech. What a horrible thing. At least Pokémon made it better. You see. We can bring our Pokémon to school, but we can't battle. I never intended on bringing rose, but one day she actually managed to get in my pack and go to school with me. When i pulled out the ball outside, several fifth graders came over and tried to take her. I let her out before they got her ball, and she slithered up a tree... With her pokeball.
The fifth grade bullies then pulled out their pokemon, a latias, which then flew up to rose and started playing with her. I tried to climb up the tree to save rose, but was pulled down by a serperior. Oh no. I hit the ground, and watched a blurred battle break out. I woke up in the nurses office, with a bandage on my head. The nurse was an eevee, and she was no bigger than me. She said I'm fine. (Or at least i assumed because all she said was EEVEE!) then, i was sent home with rose because of my injury.
Oh crud. I forgot jay and Emma were over. No
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 Weaver16 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
The Piano's GhostThe Piano's Ghost16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hey Hanna, hurry up we’re going to be late for school!” John shouts. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes.” Hanna said. “Yeah right.” John says to himself. “What time is it?” Hanna asks. “A quarter to being late!” John says sarcastically. “John please don’t be sarcastic, it’s kind of rude.” Hanna said. “Hurry up!” John yells. “How hard is it to ask for you to wait?” Hanna shouts. “Sorry!” John said, “I see you’re finally ready.” Meanwhile when John and Hanna catch their bus, a rare vintage 60 year old Baldwin Upright piano was delivered to the school. “You better be careful, this piano gives me the heebee jeebees.” The delivery man said. “What makes you say that?” The principal replied. “I hear voices coming from
Consequences pt. 1Jeff had gotten what he deserved, the bastard. Slendy wasn't too happy with what I had done to his nephew, but at least I knew that what I had done was right. I blinded Jeff, like he did to me. I just saved hundreds of innocent lives by doing this, but neither of them realized the good in this decision. They only knew the hurt of what I had done; I, the once-innocent child that would love to continue his life knowing that his father had disappeared and his cousin wasn't a serial killer, could have had a normal life. I had that chance, until Jeff found me, and tore my eyes out. I was considered supernatural at that point; a figment of the imagination, a bad dream in the night.Consequences pt. 117 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slendy kicked me out of the forest that the three of us had called a home after what I did to Jeff. He was thoroughly pissed with me, I mean, I always knew he favored his malicious nephew to his self-conscious son. I had nowhere to go, so I walked. Through the trees, through many cities and towns where people star