The Spider Queen's Door For as long as I could remember, the field by my neighborhood was empty. The ground was too soft for construction equipment, and the soil wouldn’t nurture anything but weeds. Only two dead trees, surrounded by mushrooms, broke up the emptiness of the field.The Spider Queen's Door1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The owner couldn’t do anything with it, so he left it empty. My parents wouldn’t let me play over there. They called it trespassing. My friends called it something else.
They said the trees were the doorway to her cobweb kingdom. They said if you went between them she’d catch you up and eat you. No one ever found the kids who wandered into the Spider Queen’s home.
We never played in the field, even though it would have been perfect for any game we could think of. But no one wanted to risk death, or worse, getting grounded. So we played in the streets and driveways and broke up games whenever a car drove through. And we n
And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die!And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die!And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die!2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Those two words, repeated over and over by the patient in his cell, confounded every one of the nurses and medical personnel who tried conversing with him. Were it not for the IV drip in his arm and the fact that he blacked out at random intervals and thus gained a modicum of sleep, he would surely be dead. Even now the strange man was running on borrowed time. He should have been healthy but his vital signs were being ravaged by some unknown malady.
No one knew his name, only that he had been dropped off by an unknown person or persons one blustery night at Blackmore Asylum in Providence, Rhode Island. But it would be an inaccuracy to think that this man was completely insane or gone. His eyes betrayed a sinister, hunted sort of intelligence, a sensation like he knew he was being stalked.
And then there was that logbook the man had held in his possession. The staff weren’t quite sure what to make of it
InsatiableThere's a legend in the upper North.Insatiable1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
You know, the type some call an 'Old Wives' Tale'; but the wives here won't speak of it. It circulates mostly among the children, but even then very little. A young one will sit by the fire with the fable on its lips and witch the others into wide and glassy-eyed terror. Then the mothers come and threaten to beat the young one 'within an inch of their lives' if they don't stop speaking nonsense. The threat usually works but the tale is still there, and it won't go away. It wouldn't matter if the whole village forgot it. A babe would be born with the legend writ in their mind; waiting only for the day when speech comes knocking to bring it forth again. In any case, it goes something like this:
Over the mountains and into the glaciers lie two standing stones fallen. Some say they were righted, but they are horribly wrong. In earlier years, the people used to climb the peaks to pay homage to the Gods, but tradition
Creepypasta: The ShapeCreepypasta: The ShapeCreepypasta: The Shape5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
From the Logbook of Alexi Seraph
October 16, 1856
I have arrived, and let me tell you…well, I suppose you’re just my logbook, but it’s so wondrous that I have to tell somebody, anybody, about the majesty that is darkest Africa. I was born in a suffocating manor house within smog-choked London, and as soon as my dearest mother finally kicked the bucket I made a resolution to get as far away from it as possible.
And so here I am. The sun is intense, and the looks I am receiving from the locals at the hub of the city of St. Andrew’s are even more so. On that note, it saddens me how developed and modernized Africa is becoming. It should have remained unspoiled, if you ask me.
Not like anyone would have, but still.
October 20, 1856
I have learned of another wonder within this land. The locals call them the “Damu-mnywaji”. My Swahili
A Rare HalloweenA Rare HalloweenA Rare Halloween1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
(2nd edition of A Halloween Like None Before)
That year, in the month of October, the town witnessed flash storms which they hadn't had for almost 10 years. But that was not the only strange aspect of the month. Most storms developed towards the last week, between 20 and 30 October. Furthermore, the storms continued through Halloween night so that children could not go out for tricks and treats.
At the hour of 10 pm, Halloween night, as most citizens were preparing for bed, a cat cried loudly in the near distance and they heard it. It cried three times. Someone in the vicinity later reported seeing light that was neither candle nor ordinary electric light. It was, he reported, a pale, flickering glow. It resembled the glow mistaken for will o' the wisp. But the town was nowhere near a swamp. Furthermore, it seemed to draw nearer to his side of the town, he said.
The cat continued to repeat its call. Then it screeched and ran away; and something different wa
House on the CornerThe House on the CornerHouse on the Corner20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the corner of Elm Street and Travis Drive, about 5 kilometers from the campus of Miskatonic University, Arkham, Massachusetts, there stood a grand old mansion of 200 years. It was a dark cedar wood structure with Victorian design and gables but few windows.
People in town rumored that the owner had a disease that made him avoid bright sunlight. But they neither could explain the disease nor provide any evidence. Typically the reports were regarded as mere rumors. This was the case for about 3 years.
It happened that the university accepted the application from one Atwill Reade, an alumnus and professor from Kent, United Kingdom, who had taught the subject of rare diseases at his university. Reade would teach 'psychic link disorders' at Miskatonic.
His application mentioned that these diseases were transmitted psychically by sorcerers and various unaligned users of psychic skills and magic. He felt the need to transfer his knowledge and research in United Stat
Halloween specialWARNING: The following contains gore and character death. Reader discretion advised.Halloween special2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Adam ran through the building, his footsteps echoing across the dark corridor His best friend Ty followed close behind. They were the only ones left, The rest were long gone and falling victim to this sick attraction.
"Come on, the exit is this way!" He panted, grabbing a wall corner to make a sharp turn, Ty following in pursuit.
They were college kids on the night of halloween, searching for a bit of fun. A new attraction had opened up, and the whole town was in on it. He had urged his friend to go. How did he know it would come to this, trapped and running through building after building away from horrors that awaited them?
They rounded another corner. A loud bang echoed through the room. Someone was trying to get through another wall. Ty jumped with a yelp, causing him to speed up.
They never saw it coming.
Adam made it to the door. The last of the power was on. They co
Madraz's Mansion of Macabre: Guitar GirlSomewhere in the Canadian territory of Nunavut, a legend was born. This legend took the form of a sixteen year old girl named Keya Jones. She was a natural prodigy with music, especially with her favorite instrument: a Mexican made guitar her father gifted to her when she made it to the G awards in grade ten. Whenever she began to play her guitar, people stopped and turned around. The music she produced was so natural and beautiful that those who listened to it begged for more. Her father once took her to a local bar to promote her musical skills. When she took the stage and strummed her guitar strings, the bar went wild. They had never heard this sort of music before. All they had heard on the radio before was the screaming of boy bands, the annoying voices of teen pop stars with little to no talent and the nonsensical banter of rappers. But when they heard her music, something sparked inside of them. They got a taste of ear candy they had never tasted before. So it came to pass thatMadraz's Mansion of Macabre: Guitar Girl3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rise of the Blue Bloods: Chapter fiveRise of the Blue Bloods: Chapter five3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The fire blazed higher, as trapped their screams towered to the heavens, Ryan could see his mother lying dead in the arms of his father, his father entombed in flames his hand reached out to his son, “Run...take care of your sister...” he exclaimed with his dying breath, his head bowed over his wife, the roof crashed in on them.
Ryan waking, sat up in a sweat and a shouting “NO!” but it was past, he realized it was a nightmare, troubled and tormented, the moon was shining through his window, he got up and put his cargo combats on and a black vest, he put on his trainers and hopped from his bedroom window to the ledge bellow, his room was third floor in the Blue Blood manor, but he let himself down to ground level with ease not wanting to use the door and risk disturbing Bryndle who was fast asleep.
He began to sprint through the woods using his senses and the moonlight, his footing sure, his body bending and twisting between fallen trees, his
Two Sentence Story They said they were going to unplug me tomorrow. Can't they hear me scream "I am alive"?Two Sentence Story 5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dark Fog: A Collection of Short Horror StoriesI was frightened at the sight of the skinless creature, raking its claw-like nails on my window at night. I quickly leaped out of bed and ran out of my room down the hallway, only to realize that the creature had been trying to warn me of what was already in my house.Dark Fog: A Collection of Short Horror Stories3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cat started to hiss at the closed basement door, and occasionally would scratch the air as though fighting something invisible. I don’t own a cat.
I walked into my room to see that the computer monitor was glowing with a dark blue face that glared at me from behind the screen. Shocked, I quickly went to unplug the computer, only to realize that it wasn’t plugged in to begin with.
I heard my 4-year-old son laughing from the next room. At first I thought he was watching TV, and then I heard the raspy voice say something else.
Late during the night, I awoke to the ear-shattering sound of my phone ringing. Sleepily, I picked it up from my nightstand and looked at the number, only to see that the number was fro
Hasretbal MosqueHasretbal Mosque*Hasretbal Mosque3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A haunted mosque
"There is no god but the great outer god and Yogsothoth is his prophet."
In a remote corner of old Memphis, Egypt, where even tourists avoid, there stood an old and crumbling mosque. It was rumored to be haunted. However, neither ghosts nor what the natives believed to be Satan haunted this mosque.
Twilight in this mosque was a sound and light display unlike any used in any country of the world today. The lights were alternately bright and dim and sparkling. They were also alternately big and small and resembled the sparks and flashes of mechanical devices. The accompanying sounds were emphatically inhuman and alternately soft like whispers and loud like shouts; but they contained no recognized languages.
In the midst of all these, there was occasionally the presence of a giant swirling and flashing mist. This mist extended long dark tentacles that wound about in the darkness.
Shortly after this display, a shadowy dark and tall figure of a man in a bl
A short conversation with DeathJust the other day, I walked up to Death, pissed off.A short conversation with Death3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You!" I shouted in rage. "What is going on? Why is everybody I know loosing their families? Why are your deeds everywhere around them? Am I the one who affects it? I feel guilty for being the only one who didn't experience the death of someone that close! Why?!"
Death could've recited me the whole paragraph. It could've explained why in details, because it knew the answer. But instead of a paragraph, it answered only with simple sentence:
"Because I know you wouldn't be able to stand it..."
Journal of the Last Person on EarthThe barren landscape did not hint of an invitation to anyone or anything. Grass had long ago given way to dusty dirt. The remnants of a forest bordered the bare ground. The air would blow teasingly around, but not enough to be called a breeze, or really stir anything.Journal of the Last Person on Earth2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sole person walked across the plateau. He was of medium height and slight build; the latter most likely could be attributed to a meager diet. He wore a tattered overcoat over his t-shirt and jeans, as protection from the sun. A wide brimmed hat protected his head. A shepherd mix dog walked beside him.
He approached the forest, but in the middle of the sandy range, he knelt. The dog stopped, and sat beside him, as he scooped up some dirt.
“Dry sand,” he muttered, as he opened his hand and watched the fistful he took pour smoothly back to the ground. The few larger grains that remained in his hand were held by his own skin's moisture. Frowning, he stood and dusted his weathered hands.
The dog followed him to t
And Then There Were ThreeOn a day just like any other, a mom and her daughter into a toyshop. They walk the ordinary aisles, with their ordinary toys. They come the aisle of dolls just like any other and the daughter's eyes come to rest upon a doll, which by chance, was certainly NOT like any other. But how could they have known? To them it was just a doll on a shelf. The daughter, as a young daughter would, pleaded for the doll, the doll with the pretty pink dress, the pretty green eyes, and the pretty peace sign she held up.And Then There Were Three3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mother of course agreed, for what mother would refuse their daughter the thing she wanted most? The daughter cried out her thanks as her mother took it off the shelf. She gave herself a small smile. They go up to the cashier, just a bored looking girl chewing bubblegum. But her demeanor suddenly changed as she saw the seemingly ordinary doll. "You don't want that one. Any one but that one." The mother looked puzzled, while the daughter just plain furious. "Why not?" the mother asked,
Feline TasteThe scientist sat staring at his cat. This wasn't particularly unusual. When he was stuck with his work, he often stared at his cat for inspiration. Not that he got much from the somnolent animal.Feline Taste4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
On this particular occasion, though, the cat was licking himself. The scientist, despite wanting to focus on his work, found himself instead wondering whether cats liked its own taste. They must do, surely, or else they wouldn't do it. However, a brief experiment involving a piece of tuna revealed that, no matter how much the cat liked his own taste, he preferred that of tuna.
It wouldn't be all that hard, he thought, to make a cat taste of tuna. A tiny change to the hormone level perhaps, or...
Some time later, the scientist had mapped out a concrete plan. Not for the work that he should've been focused on, but on the idea of making cats taste better. He knew that he should focus on his work, but he knew that, if he didn't work this all the way through, concentrating on anything else would b
Creepypasta: NBC News 9 Hijacking IncidentOn the evening of September 19th, 2013, a local NBC news broadcast in Denver, Colorado wasCreepypasta: NBC News 9 Hijacking Incident21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
hijacked by an unknown person. The appearance of the signal hijacker could only be identified
as a young goth girl in black garbs, medium length hair, jade green eyes, age unknown.
This hijacking occurred several days after the rape and suicide of a young woman-- her
rapist was never convicted because he was the son of an evangelist. Viewers were treated
to the hijacker's face for only 25 seconds, but there was no audio. Just the face.
This happened at the height of the evening news.
Later, the hijacker interrupted an episode of Law & Order: Special Victims United. This
time, staying on the air for a good minute and a half. Below is a transcript of the words
from the signal hijacker, who some believe to be the ghost of Lauren Thomas aka Dead Air...
"Good evening, everyone. Do not adjust your satellites. For the next minute and thirty seconds,
I'm controlling the transmission. Many of you are awar