Raphael Fontenelle
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Horror movie fan trying to write decent horror.
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Nostalgia Trick-or-Treat
Halloween has been a holiday that I’ve loved since I was a kid. The holiday itself meant that I could dress up in anything that I loved. Any mythical creature or T.V show character that I adored. Like a sprite, a fairy creature not the soda, or Gabrielle from Xena. The day that I went as Jason Vorhees from Friday the Thirteenth did something change.
By Raphael Fontenelle4 months ago in Humans
Keyhole Peeking. Top Story - October 2025. Content Warning.
Looking through a keyhole isn’t as cool as it looks in the movies. Right now, I’m looking through the keyhole of my neighbor’s room. Normally I wouldn’t be doing this. Since it really violates other people’s privacy. But an hour ago I heard something from the room. At first it wasn’t all that loud. Sounded like soft sobbing. It’s almost as if someone was trying to not be heard crying.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 months ago in Fiction
Between Two Worlds
Last week I bought this mirror at a garage sale. It was only two dollars. And since I have gotten it, I’ve deeply regretted it. Since I’ve put it up in my bedroom it hasn’t shown me my actual reflection. This has only shown me a different version of myself each time I look into it.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 months ago in Fiction
Things You Can't Say Eight. Content Warning.
When I wake up later, I’m completely alone in our big bed. Our room is dark. Much darker than I remembered it being when I closed my eyes. Since Master had left the light on before we crawled into our bed together. At least that’s what I remember. Getting to my hands and knees, I looked around for any signs of Master. Listening carefully as I tried to think of what time it was. With how dark it was it had to be late. Super late. Maybe midnight? If only I could spot the alarm clock that he had on his nightstand. When I did, I froze. The clock said eleven-thirty. Much later than I thought it was going to be. Why did he let me sleep this long for?
By Raphael Fontenelle5 months ago in Horror
Never Let It In
I was yanked out of a dead sleep from a knock at the door. My heart pounded in my ears as I sat up. Trying to figure out if I had dreamed of the noise or if it were really happening. Before I could even begin to calm my heart, I heard the knock again. Louder and more frantic. It is almost as if the person on the other side of the door desperately needed my assistance at that exact second.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 months ago in Fiction
