monster
Monsters and horror go hand in hand; explore horrific creatures, beasts and hairy scaries like Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein and far beyond.
Massive Damage: Chapter 1
IN 1983, ON THE DARKEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR WITH THE FULL MOON BRIGHTEN UP THE SKY. TWO LITTLE GIRLS ARE SLEEPING PEACEFULLY UNTIL THEIR FATHER COMES TO THE ROOM DRAGGING THEM OUT THE ROOM TO GET THEM OUT THE HOUSE WHILE TRYING TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE THEIR MOM IS BEING THROWN AROUND BY AN UNSEEN FORCE THAT IS TRYING TO POSSESS HER THE CHILDREN ARE FRIGHTENED BY THEIR MOTHER’S SITUATION AND DON’T KNOW WHAT GOING, AND THE FATHER IS DRAGGING THEM TOWARDS DOOR AND OPENS AND SEES A FIELD OF PEOPLE OUTSIDE INCLUDING THE KIDS GRANDMOTHER WHO COMES TOWARDS THE HOUSE AND GRABS THE FATHER FROM HIS KIDS.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Horror
The Fireplace
There’s something living in my fireplace. The ancient thing hasn’t worked since we moved in, and I imagine it’s been decades since a real flame scorched the insides of the cinder block chimney. Although, the blackened space where logs once rested is evidence that it did, indeed, once upon a time burn red and orange. Now, the only signs of life coming from the old fireplace, is an occasional spider emerging from the cobweb laden hearth. That was of course, until I started hearing the noises.
By Andrew Perkins3 years ago in Horror
The Vampire in the Window
A peculiar man crosses the street in the dark. This far out in the country there are no lamp posts for comfort or guidance. No cars cut through the ink with their headlights far this part of the world is quiet sleepers who turn to their pillows early in the afternoon. So, he moves as a shadow under the moonlight, caught only by the distant porch lights of other houses.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Horror
An Unexpected Gift
Chris saw the drone flying away from his apartment and raised an eyebrow. He hadn't ordered anything, certainly nothing that a drone would deliver, and he came up the stairs two at a time before his crackhead neighbors came out to steal it. Calling them crackheads might have seemed a little disparaging, but Chris had actually come home and found them smoking crack on the front porch, so he thought it more than fair. The Palm Breeze weekly rentals were far from posh, but they were the best he could afford. Chris had a dead-end job that barely paid him minimum wage and hardly worked him part-time these days. He was behind on his rent, looking at ramen noodles for dinner again, and, if he was lucky, he might get halfway through tonight's football game before they shut his cable off.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Empty
Tomas peered down at the box on his porch, and the box stared back. He leaned against his door, still clutching its knob in his right hand. His shoulder and head hugged around it the way one might do on a winter's night, wanting to look out, but afraid of being cold.
By Sebastian Russo3 years ago in Horror
Catastrophic Life
I didn’t mean to run away! Oh dear… I hope I won’t get into too much trouble. I just got so scared of the mist cloud as it was rapidly flooding into the city that I panicked. My mind went absent and my limbs wouldn’t let me anywhere else than the park. The housing mother was so angry. She kept shouting over and over again to come back, but I couldn’t. No matter how much I wanted to turn back to the comfort of my bedroom and sturdy walls. I went to the closest and safest place I knew.
By Nesryn Fletcher3 years ago in Horror
