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INT. KARA’S APARTMENT - NIGHT KARA (30’s) wakes up covered in sweat, her blankets a heap at her feet. She looks at the clock: 4:00 AM. Like a piece of steel grown weary on the forge, she sits up to put her arms on her knees and hangs her tired head between her legs.
By Travis R Lemke5 years ago in Horror
A Night to Remember. Content Warning.
I remember her, that day so clearly imprinted. I remember the way her shadow danced under the street lights. The way her silhouette crept up each building she passed. She was beautiful. Golden red hair and freckles that neatly collected upon her face. Emerald eyes that shine like diamond rings. Perfect teeth, I wonder what she ate that night.. Ahh.. if only she knew who I was. If only she had known how much I had admired her beauty.
By Ghoulishtale Studios5 years ago in Horror
The Harmony Slasher: Mr. Winslow's Revenge
“ESCAPED!!” I screamed! Scrambled and in shock, I started to pace around my apartment, “How did he escape?” I was scared to death. He would come after me; I knew he would. I was the reason he got caught in the first place. I thought after all these years, I would be safe. I was just starting to move past all of the psychological trauma caused by Mr. Winslow's murdering spree.
By Stephanie Downard5 years ago in Horror
The Reckoning
storm rages It was a dark stormy night and Bobo the Clown was sitting at his makeup desk. He hadn’t stopped crying since it all happened. He had seen a lot in his circus career but tonight was the exception. He threw his wig in the corner of his tent as he reached for his bottle of wine. He took a drink of the wine and grimaced as the warm liquid ran down his throat. He didn’t really care it eased the pain in his heart and his head. He got up from his chair and looked in the mirror. The bandage on his head was still there for all the good it did. He strolled to the door of his tent and looked at the lightning flash in the southern sky. What a night it had been and now it was only going to get worse. He took another long swing of wine and sat back down in his chair. What went wrong? How could everything have gotten all screwed up?
By Mark Lewis5 years ago in Horror
Twisted Elizabeth
"Lizzy, mija, ven aca, come here." Mommy always speaks Spanish when she has too many tall drinks. Mommy is still in her underclothes, black but with stains and the robe with flowers that feels nice when you touch it. Her face is falling off, yesterday's face, like a snake, because she says 'I need to put on my face.' I don't like her old face; it looks sad, and dirty.
By Jay Robbins5 years ago in Horror
Anna Just Wanted To Watch Her Show And Relax
Ding! Damn, it's another Facebook notification. I swear it has been about the fifth time today. Different guys trying to slide into my DM's. Picking up the phone sliding the screen open and before I could put the phone on silent. The bubble picture on the screen caught my eye. Tan skin, dark hair, and brown eyes. With the name "Love Stud." What a name, haha, opening up the message:
By Audie Edwards5 years ago in Horror
The Ashen Horse
The dead banker body was completely lifeless. Her blood slowly seeping into the ground. The grass appeared slightly dry, and it actually looked like it welcomed the steady flow of blood that was leaching around it. The woman watched a flower that the banker had somehow missed when she collapsed, appear to open it’s leaves and pedals as the blood oozed near it. Interesting. She didn’t know if she had ever taken the time to observe that before.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Horror
