House of glowing cobwebs- Halloween storyToday is Halloween!House of glowing cobwebs- Halloween story17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Josh with his parents and brother Adam eating breakfast. Boys were very excited because of this day, after school they going to end making their creepy costumes and in the evening they going for candies. Their parents was happy that they planned have fun because they was new in city and they worried that boys will think too much about new school and only worry about it. They hoped they will go with some others kids and will make friends.
After breakfast boys go fast at the bus stop. They don't wanted miss their bus to school. They was in same age, they were 9 years old. At the bus stop was some kids and Josh started talking to one with which was in class. Adam was more shy and he just stood next to his brother. Boy noticed it and smiled to him
-hi, I'm Mike, you are Josh' s brother right?
Adam looked up at boy and smiled a little. He doesn't expected that someone will want talk with him.
-yes. I'm Adam.
Mike smiled more.
-you guys are cool, you wanna go with m
Do you believe in the Bogeyman?Skin like black tattered leather, eyes like blood red jewels that glow in the darkness. Misshapen and elongated limbs and drawn, corpse-like facial features. I, a fully grown adult was still scared of the dark, of the unknown that lurked in ill-lighted corners and under beds. My friends and family would always say the same things when I'd tell them about my intense fear.Do you believe in the Bogeyman?18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"How old are you? Only kids believe in the bogeyman!" "He doesn't come after adults, he only wants kids, you're safe." He only comes after kids, I'm a ninny for thinking he's still real. Out of sight, out of mind, yeah? Don't think about it, it's not real, right? I wish I could listen to them, I wish... I could fool myself into actually believing that.
Children all over the world know of the bogeyman, are told stories of him, threatened that if they don't behave he'll come to them at night and get them. A horrible monster that would visit them at night in their rooms, hiding in a closet or under their bed, watch
Random Zombie DrabbleRandom Zombie Drabble7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thud. Thump. Thud. Thump. That was the sound of the undead’s hands as they slapped against the girl’s window. She was cowering in her closet, trying desperately not to hyperventilate. The zombie apocalypse she had been half-wanting and half-fearing was finally here.
She let out a yelp as she heard the weakened glass shatter. She looked around for something, anything that could be used as a weapon if the zombies got into her house, but all she could find was a ratty old copy of an R.L. Stine book, a half a dozen or so pairs of Converse, and-she was never more thankful to the Walking Dead for inspiring her-a baseball bat.
Perfect. Sure, she had never been good at baseball, or any sport really, but hitting a groaning, grunting slab of rotten skin and bones had to be easier than hitting a tiny ball, right? At least, that’s what the girl told herself as she shouldered the baseball bat, exiting the closet.
Exactly two minutes later, she was groaning and gruntin
DollyMother always told me to be careful with dolls, in case I hurt one. She had her collection which grew every year. But her favourite, her pride-of-place, was Alice.Dolly12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she grew older, she grew to love Alice more and more. She'd spend hours brushing that golden hair. She called it “my littlest daughter”. She loved that damn thing more than me. I think she would've liked it at her funeral.
The reading of the will was a formality. Dad had long ago upped and left, with a much younger man. Everything was left to me – including, at the end a post script for me to look after “my littlest sister”. I would have laughed if I hadn't wanted to throw up, to retch at my mother's obsession twisting beyond the grave.
The house stunk of her. The lingering perfume seeped out of the walls, wrinkling my nose as I wasted a day cleaning. Dusting and hoovering had been done already. It was a matter of removing the few clothes from her wardrobe, retrieving photos, books and
The Haunted AsylumI entered the asylum confidently with my friends right behind me. Our laughter echoed the large spacious lobby of the asylum. There was about five of us. Liliana, Issac, Jan, Danny and then me.The Haunted Asylum9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"All ready to go!"
"Got 2 bags of rice crackers and a bag of seaweed."
After listing off all the gear we had, we began our journey forward and deeper into the asylum. I searched my phone notes for the research I did of its history; ready to put some chills down our backs at past experiments. Entering a large room with a rust covered bathtub in the middle, I began my little speech.
"So apparently this bathtub was used for one of the treatments of the mentally insane. They would bathe the patients in cold water for long periods of time, sometimes for so long that the patients would get frostbite."
"I know. I imagined some of them had to lose some limbs if they had frostbite
GlitchedIt- it’s not my fault I’m like this. It’s nobody’s fault. I- I don’t even know how I got this curse. But hey, name’s Glitch. I- I don’t remember my real name. But I do know that my friends used to call me that. They’d pass me in the halls: “Hey there, Glitch!” In class, they’d whisper: “Yo, Glitch! Pass this to Makayla!” After school, I’d get a text: “Glitch, wanna hang out at my place?” They weren’t saying it in a mean way, though. It was like it was my nickname.Glitched14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
My parents died last year. That’s probably when I lost most of my memory. That’s when the neighbor’s took me in. They were really nice. They even called me Glitch! I didn’t even know what that meant, at least, until my friends reminded me. Apparently, I used to love glitched games, so they called me Glitch. Yesterday stopped all of my fun, though.
Yesterday was awful. That’s when the most horribl
Unfulfilled promisesUnfulfilled promises ...Unfulfilled promises16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is a true story that happened many years ago to a cousin of mine, when he was a child, this according to what my grandmother Maria Eliza told us.
I remember that next to my grandmother's House was an old warehouse, where formerly Foros de Vale de Figueira inhabitants put all agricultural implements for the night, or it could be stolen, this before April 25th.
But now let's continue with this story ...
It was a Summer day, and my cousin Nelson went to spend an afternoon with my grandmother, and the kid was very curious, and his curiosity spoke louder and he was exploring the old abandoned warehouse, wanted to find something old to play.
He spent a good time there when ...
He turns going to the door, "maybe Grandma is calling to eat anything!" My cousin thought at that moment, but when opened it, saw nothing, and continued to play there.
Moments later the warehouse begins to cool and to d
Hide and SeekNever, and I mean NEVER play hide and seek with Anne. She’s become a monster. She used to be my best friend. She wears a baby blue dress, a baby blue bow to hold up her long, blonde hair, and her eyes are red. Not the kind of red that you get when you’re tired, no, the color of her irises are red. The whites of her eyes are now black, and there’s some type of black substance dripping from her eyes.Hide and Seek14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
My experience with her was the worst. Well, is the worst, because I’m playing it now. I’m hiding in my closet in my room. I hear her every footstep in the hallway.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” she yelled. She’s outside of my door.
I hear the door moan on its hinges. Footsteps walk around my room.
“I know you’re in here!” Peeking through a hole in the wooden door, I see her rip the sheets and covers off the bed. Nothing’s there.
“Maybe you’re under the bed,” she said, before
PerspectiveThe woman watched in horror as she saw the prisoner pulled roughly from his cell and marched to the prison courtyard, which is empty save for the centre where a permanent wooden structure had been erected that had for many years been the last thing seen by many a condemned man before his impending doom. A short drop and a sudden stop.Perspective11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her face showed disgust as the prisoner had the black sack pulled from his head. Blinking in the early morning sun, he surveyed the tableau before him and took a wistful glance at the last dawn he would ever see. Then he grinned widely to himself and allowed himself to be shunted towards the device that would end his life on this miserable earth. The woman’s stomach churned, almost painfully, at how the scene could play out in broad daylight.
The murderer was led up the creaking steps of the gallows where the tall imposing figure of the Hangman awaits him, arms folded eager to begin. The Hangman looked at the killer, though wearing a long black hood
Turner's PikeUp at Turner's Pike, just North of Widowlark, on the lower side of the cliff border of Dere City in Orr County, they say a man by the name of Dale Turner met his fateful end one night. Word has it Dale was drunk driving and careened off the ridge, breaking through the safety railing and plummeting into the ravine below. But we all know a good ghost story is never a hundred percent true, now is it?Turner's Pike13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Authorities tell us that Dale Turner, a gruff type in his early thirties, typically seen with a thin ponytail dangling just over the collar of his worn and faded jean jacket, swerved in his two-door sports car. They'll have you believe that Dale then over-corrected, and slammed into the guard rail at sixty miles per hour. He was trying to avoid a small animal, or a shadow he mistook for one. Case closed, according to them. But you'd be surprised if you're not from Orr County, the kinds of things you'll see in a native's lifetime. And let's just say Dale was no stranger to the area. What he sa
Scarred KyaIt’s been eight years since Kya’s seen her older brother, Jacob. The last time that she’d seen him is right before her mom and he went to that lab. She doesn’t have her mom now, nor her brother. He flew to places unknown. Even if she could see him, that would be the last, because he wouldn’t recognize her. He would eat her alive. All Kya had left was her dad.Scarred Kya14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was a very loving father, at least, until that day. He changed after that. No longer was John Evans a ‘good father’. Whenever Kya had gotten to the God’s Forsaken Place she called home, she would instantly be abused by him. ‘Home’ was no longer a safe place for her. She had scars all over her body, not just from her father, but from her attempting suicide.
Kya’s tried everything. She’s slit her wrist more times than she can count. She’s hung herself every month since that day, she’s tried drowning herself, she’s starved herself, and cut he
Jacob the Beast“No! I don’t wanna go!” Jacob screamed while in the car.Jacob the Beast14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“We are going! We need the money!” his mom yelled back.
“But why me? Why not Kya? She would like it a lot better than me!”
“Kya’s too young! She has to be at least thirteen to be a part of the experiment. She’s only seven. Now stop complaining! You’ll be fine!” his mom explained.
“Great. Just great,” Jacob murmured. He was on his way to be experimented on. His mother was right. They needed the $20,000. It was their only way to live now. Jacob had to be experimented on for a project to become half-animal.
“Ready?” Jacob’s mom asked. They had just arrived at the lab.
“Yes, you are, now come on.” Jacob’s mom grabbed his arm and dragged him into the white building. They walk up to the desk.
“Hello, name?” the lady at the desk asked.
“Jacob and Petunia Evans. We’re here for t
The Horror Movie Survival Guide Vol.3 PsychosStalked by a deranged psycho? hunted by monsters? trapped in a haunted house? not to worry! follow these tips, rules and guides to survive any horror!The Horror Movie Survival Guide Vol.3 Psychos18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING: some rules may seem cruel or inappropriate. these rules are directed to keep one's self alive. Reader results may vary.
Psycho- a human person with an insane or warped view of reality or rationality and is typically prone to unpredictable violence.
This volume will cover the tips and rules for surviving these weirdos in a horror situation.
1. "Sharp and Pokey Things"- Every psychos best friend. 99% of psychos are armed with a sharp bladed weapon, usually a knife or chainsaw. Psychos will almost never wield fire arms and prefer to hack, slash, and stab their victims to death.
2. "The Ex"- sometimes it's not you, it is them. a common psycho is someone you or someone else had in a relationship [typically romantic] that cannot mentally accept the separation and goes crazy. Usually the ex will eithe
Horror StoryI awoke to the sound of the baby monitor cracking with a voice comforting my firstborn child. As I adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed against my wife, sleeping next to me. I shot up with espadrille shooting through my veins wondering who the hell was with my child. My wife sat up slowly and froze just as I was when she heard the voice singing rockabye baby. It was a woman's voice. I got out of my warm bed in a hurry as my wife followed. I grabbed my 9 mill that was under my pillow and I headed for the room two doors down that held my child and an intruder. I opened the door that led into the hallway. My wife walking behind me ready to fight the bitch who was holding her child. She barely lets me hold her. We passed the bathroom and the baby’s room door was closed. I looked at my wife and saw in her eyes that if I didn't open this door she was going to. I grabbed the door handle and whisper to her to go call 911. She kissed my cheek and headed back to our room but before sHorror Story22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The CathedralSo, this whole thing started a couple of weeks ago, my girlfriend had just dumped me and I'd lost my job at the shoe store in the city centre. That's when I started hearing the voices telling me to go to the Cathedral. It started out as just an occasional whisper. Something easy to mistake for lack of sleep or a hallucination or something, you know?The Cathedral22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, that's how it started at least. The longer I ignored the little voice in my head the louder and more insistent it got. Eventually I gave in, it was late at night and the Cathedral was meant to be closed but the door was wide open almost as if the building itself were expecting me.
Inside the cathedral was really weird, decked out in tapestries with weird pictures on them. A group of people, some of them were people I knew. The guy from the chippy, one of my old co-workers from the shoe store, all of them were wearing some weird robes, crowding some sort of altar with something on it.
I snuck up closer, close enough to get a clear view
To New Friends by Michael WhitehouseI once found a small child's toy sitting in the middle of a road. It was a doll, that of an infant only a few months old. The eyes were open, the lashes pronounced, and the pink paint which vaguely resembled human skin peeled from the plastic features of its face. I can't say what drew me to it, but I found it odd that such a thing should be sitting upright, its dress dishevelled and dirtied, left behind only to be crushed by passing cars. A toy which at one time would have meant a great deal to a child.To New Friends by Michael Whitehouse23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Picking it up, its limbs dangled like a puppet without a master, held together loosely by thread sewn into a cotton body. It was then that I heard a rattle, something inside the doll. Quickly I realised that the noise was coming from the head, from behind the eyes, as something moved around tapping against the plastic which surrounded it.
I saw no one on the street, and so without thinking I tore the doll open, breaking the head off, ripping it from its cotton shoulders. Peering into t
31 Days of Spooks: Day 26The young vampire moved through the crowded ballroom, watching the humans from behind his mask. The masquerade was in full swing as people were chatting or dancing with a few strolling in the moonlight. Gitano wasn’t interested in anything that he heard; years on the streets had trained him to focus on the jewelry on the women and the men’s golden chains. Even after years of living in luxury, Gitano still had his street rat tendencies.31 Days of Spooks: Day 261 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
He politely entered conversations when talked too, but he was more interested in takin in the scenes as a Fledgling. The sights, the sounds, and the scent of the humans fascinated him. he toyed with the idea of finding a particularly charming woman and luring her away to be drained, but a new scent distracted him.
It wasn’t another Vampire, though he knew there were a few others at the party as well. And it defiantly wasn’t human, but wilder…More…
Gitano paused, trying to place the scent and find the one it belonged to