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Monsters and horror go hand in hand; explore horrific creatures, beasts and hairy scaries like Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein and far beyond.
Monster of the Appalachian
Since I was a child, I have always been fascinated with creatures that are yet to be on any biologists list of known species. Nessy, Bigfoot, The Mothman, chupacabra, all of them. I would study for hours. Read encyclopedia entries, eyewitness accounts, and even fiction novels by avid monster fans such as myself. As big as my interest was, I never considered actually encountering one of the creatures. But, to understand why I was in the position I was in that caused me to come face to face with a legendary cryptid, I need to take you back a little ways.
By Nick Buntin5 years ago in Horror
The Converse Carnivore
Major Abraham ‘Bram’ Miller let out a deep and audible sigh. He had waited weeks for this moment, but now it had arrived, the look of confusion and disappointment on Ethan’s face was more than he could bear. The boy was shaking, and the old soldier knew that at any moment the tears would start to flow. Damn it, your first rifle and you act like it’s a turd he thought. As if on cue, Ethan turned to face him, tears streaming down his cheeks.
By Luke Phillips5 years ago in Horror
The Four-Armed Crow
Journals of Josiah Foster. September 5th, 1870 It wasn’t dark out when I spotted the beast. I wish it had been. Maybe then it would have made sense why this shadowy hellspawn was so brazen or perhaps it would have disguised its truest form from my vision in a manner that would have led me to believe it was mostly my imagination. But it was sunny, and not a cloud could I see from the bayou banks.
By James Lovett5 years ago in Horror
Doctor Barnowl
“Sit over there. he’ll see you soon” said the guard as he thrust her through the door. R began walking through the velvet red hallway, guards in black suits, faces covered by white masks lined on either side, looming over her. She wasn't afraid of them, she saw them as mere pawns. The hall seemed to gradually narrow as she approached the waiting room. Dishevelled raven hair covering most of her face, a gleam of aqua blue eyes, and crooked smirk in vision. She sat across from a disgruntled old man and a young innocent looking boy.
By Lauren Jane R5 years ago in Horror
The Omen
Silence. Normally unwelcome by the average person, pure silence was bliss to her. Not a single sound escaped down the stairs, not even the creaking of a floorboard. She took a moment to listen and be sure there was no stir before taking a deep breath and starting.
By Tannis Bruder5 years ago in Horror
Who is afraid of the Dark?
Do you ever get that feeling like you are being watched? You look around and you don't really see anyone or hear anyone. You still feel like something is there. Is it a ghost? There is a weird feeling building up inside and your imagination is playing tricks on.
By Misha Trubs5 years ago in Horror
Lost
“I always have to be the hero.” Faye thought, admonishing herself for her current predicament. This was supposed to be good for her. This was supposed to be different. A fresh start. A new place, a clean slate, a step towards normal. And here she was, in trouble again. Lost. Again.
By Pryia Blunt5 years ago in Horror
Dark Corner Closet
Shadows crawled across the walls, the safety of the streetlight mingling with the trees to cast warnings on the floor of what will come to get Johnny in the middle of the night. The claws and teeth of unknown beasts and monsters cast through the window crept along the floor, faded before they slid to the middle of the room. The only other source of light was the narrow sliver cast by the open bedroom door. Johnny tried to focus on the light, his rebellious eyes drawn back, past the scratching claws of the beasts and monsters, into the dark corner of the room.
By Vulture Writer5 years ago in Horror
The Bar Near My Home
My neck was stiff from lying too long on the couch. I could not recall when I last had the urge to move a muscle. My face was numb from hugging the sofa fabric and my back was screaming from bowing like a bridge into the cushions. Somehow, it felt as though I had just said goodbye to visitors, and was then wallowing in the sudden absence of interaction and embrace. This did not help motivate me to rouse myself from this self-induced anguish. In my line of sight, a show I had watched through a dozen times played on. The comedy had lost its fervor to me this day, and the drab daylight seemed to turn everything grey. The ache of my skeleton only perpetuated my exhaustion, and I realized if I did not move from this position, the cycle would continue indefinitely.
By Antonio Surita5 years ago in Horror
