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Home Away From Home
In droplets of water, we fell from where we had been seeded in the clouds. Through cold air we soared and plunged, unable to see clearly as the world below was warped and blurred past the water’s edge. But we knew life was waiting for us, and it had been a long journey since the last life we’d found. When we land, we will know what to do.
By Theresa Markila4 years ago in Horror
Shallows Of The Damned
Who wants to live in a swamp? With water knee-deep in the streets, ankle-high in the houses. The townsfolk could rebuild, elevate their houses on platforms above the slow-flowing water, but until they do, they are forced to dwell in the murky, fungus-harboring shallows.
By Ziah Miller4 years ago in Horror
The Truth About The MacKenzie Poltergeist
[Author's Note: When I lived in Scotland from 2002 to 2007, I lived about 40 minutes north of Edinburgh and one of the things me and my husband did one time was go on one of the (many) scary ghost tours that are available around Edinburgh ~ C ]
By Caitlin McColl4 years ago in Horror
Waters Abyss
By the waters edge, a young woman is seen sitting on the sandy shores. The moon light shinning down on her, and the waves lightly tapping onto her feet. As she sat there, her mind races in circles of the day that had past on by. Without paying any attention to her surroundings, she leans her body backwards to sprawl herself out in the sand. Though she felt her head bump against someone. She whispers a 'sorry' as she bends her body forward and looks towards where she thought the person would be, just to notice that no one was there. Getting onto her knees, she turns her body around, her eyes skimming around to see if she notices anything out of place.
By Ashley Tenold4 years ago in Horror
What lies below
My skin burned. It burned like a spit roast pig slowly turning over an open flame. The heat ravenously lapped at me and the way my skin slowly wilted and peeled away was like petals from a flower in winter. My thoughts screamed louder than any other sound in the world, but nothing left my lips. My mind wanted me to move somewhere, anywhere, it didn’t matter. I couldn’t. 30 minutes passed with my eyes sealed shut, body frozen in place like a corpse. I wondered, as I felt myself grow crisper whether this was hell. Whether I’d died and I’d done something so cruel in my life that it warranted being barbequed alive without even being given the luxury to scream. There was the constant crackle of flames and rushing wind around me, falling as frequent as rain. My eyes finally opened, and I saw darkness directly above me with a weak promise of light towards my feet. I was in a kind of tent, constructed of the fallen roof of the pub next to me, propped up on chunks of brick and concrete. It was enough to cover my whole body with an inch or two of room for my breath to flee. My peripherals teased more of the diabolic artistry that awaited me. Looking to my feet I could see small drops of bright orange hellfire clattering to the pavement in a deadly shower, the claustrophobic shelter under which I found myself being the only protection. I could hear the tiles sizzling and scorching, inches away from my face. A beam of light suddenly broke through and cast onto my left shoulder. Shit. The tiles were giving way. The hole was small, so I foolishly didn’t feel an immediate panic. Moments later: a single drop of flaming rain landed above, stalked down towards the breach, trickled in and landed on my clavicle. The patch of skin hissed and caught fire for a few fleeting agonising moments before cooking like a piece of bacon, the meat quickly turning darker and crunching like autumn leaves. I managed to find my voice then. The way I screamed; my vocal cords threatened to tear. With tear-flooded eyes, I lost my vision again and in a panicked state I started spasming like a trapped animal just trying to move away from the danger.
By Michael Coffey4 years ago in Horror
Silence on the Shore
Summertime in Maine, especially around any lake tends to be busy. Families busy themselves at their camps and go about their daily tasks maintaining the camp that they spend a month out of the year at. When things really start to drop off, is in the fall.
By Clyde Ford4 years ago in Horror
It wasn't witches that were burned
I laughed as me and my three best friends and I walked through the doors of the “Psychic” we were going to see. The room had a strange, sweet smell, dim lights, and strange pictures on all of the walls. Crystals were placed randomly on chairs and shelves, and I felt like I had walked into a completely different universe. My friends had been interested in the “woo woo” for a few years but I had not jumped on board the crazy train. The only reason I was in this place today was because Alisha was getting married, and this was her idea of a wedding shower – past life regression. Seriously? But I decided to be a good sport and have some fun with it.
By Suzanne Arden 4 years ago in Horror







