18 Jun, 2015 09:13 PM
“I hate the moon — I am afraid of it — for when it shines on certain scenes familiar and loved it sometimes makes them unfamiliar and hideous.”
— H.P. Lovecraft, What The Moon Brings.
Studying plant-life had long since taken hold of my attention, so I resolved to earn a degree in botany. Although I was still considered an amateur, I had my fair share of academic accomplishments; my manuscript on the characteristics of non-native plants had been the object of scholarly inquiry for months after a scientific journal had agreed to print my work. I sought more knowledge, — and more specimens as my expertise and credentials grew. Eventually, my endeavors lead me to a secluded part of land located in the French countryside. My colleagues had boasted that many rare specimens flourished in this part of the world, many undiscovered or scarcely examined. The cottage I stayed... [Read More]
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Creepy,
Moon,
Vampires,
DarkVotes: 314737
13 Apr, 2014 06:25 PM
Honestly, Julia didn't want to go to this party. It would be boring, dull, a waste of a perfect afternoon. But Eric wanted to go and he wouldn't be happy if she stayed behind.
They arrived somewhere after twelve. The venue was an old house, small and neat.
"It's beautiful!" Julia breathed, clutching Eric's hand tightly in her own.
He laughed. "And you wanted to stay home!"
Soon, though, every guest was bored out of their mind. Beauty does not keep a mind from straying, becoming idle, and the initial effect of the house disappeared fast. Smoke in the wind. The host quickly came up wtih an idea. "A game of hide-and-seek!"
The game began. Julia rushed about frantically, trying to find a place to hide. There! The attic! No one would think to look for her there!
The attic was clean and well kept. A wardrobe, a desk, a... [Read More]
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Trapped,
Panic,
Desperation,
TerrorVotes: 914730
09 Mar, 2013 01:40 AM
Dark. Everything Dark. It's hard to think. It's hard to remember...
I wake up in the same room I left in. My arms bolted into the chair making me view the same scene repeatedly. Walls, bleached white with tears of yellow as if they too are trapped in this eternal place, with the low ceiling castrating their every move with it's own bolts. The voices again, the whispers of foreignness that brought me to this room with what felt like weeks ago. I tense as I hear the slow tapping of boots hitting the floor, in sync with my rapidly beating heart. Louder, closer, louder, closer, the noise of my heart almost becoming to much as sweat pours down my body. I suddenly tense as a click is sounded through the room with an almost instant crash of the door opening. A women strides in, as tall as the celling... [Read More]
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Dark,
StrangeVotes: 614417
23 Sep, 2014 07:21 PM
Sir Alan Redants was a solidly put togheter man, with a flowing moustache and healthy brown skin obtained from years of hot sun in various deserts and jungles all over the world.
He was not easily frightened, nor did he appear to be frighteded the night he announced he was sending back the souvenir his wife had picked up from a Pharaho´s tomb on their last trip to Egypt. The momento, a piece of bone which had been fashioned into a bracelet, must go back to the tombs, he said, for it´s spirit was endangering the health of his wife, the Lady Lydia.
That night was an experience I shall never forget. Redants had invited five of us to his country home for a little dinner party to send off two of our geologist friends. Things began to happen right after Sir Alan announced that he wanted the bone returned.... [Read More]
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Scary,
Scream,
HorrorVotes: 314362
09 Jun, 2015 03:24 AM
When you are told one thing for so long you believe it. I know I look good, I know I'm not evil, I know I'm not an addict, I know I'm not a mistake. But I am.
You can't grow a rose in a burning pit of tar, no matter what people say. It may look like a rose but inside, inside its a rotting weed. Tortured by its thoughts and feelings. Broken down by everything and everyone around it until it decides to break its self. Its sorry for everything its done to you, it doesn't know what it did, what it said but its sorry.
It cries itself to sleep because it doesn't understand why it doesn't belong. It gets high and drunk to finally love itself, to finally feel some peace. Only to be screamed at, tossed around and disgarded like trash because it can't get love... [Read More]
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Alone,
Sad,
HelpVotes: 1513931
12 Jul, 2015 05:20 PM
This happens quite frequently in the making of legends. In small towns
after all, who really believes that some old man’s disgruntle tales of his family home being invaded by a werewolf fifty years ago on a Halloweens night would ever come true.
By a young boy’s dead father last words before he died.
Jack and his Mother Deborah accounts to there his son, now
being an old man himself many many years later.
The belief was real in fact, the boy’s father believed it so much that there was a silver barrel shotgun with a homemade large thick wooden stock to hold its adamant size and weight by the front door remembering when he was a young boy.
In that and a water stained cardboard box of silver bullets was all that
remained to his father’s true belief carries with the shotgun as the shells rattled in his pocket... [Read More]
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Death,
Family,
Terror,
WerewolfVotes: 813817
04 Apr, 2013 03:28 PM
Breathing heavily, my eyes begin to burn. I start to freeze from my toes to the top of my head. Inside feels cold and broken as if I was dead. I get the eager to have a taste of blood. The thought rolls in my mind for a few minutes. Hunger builds up inside, before I get the chance to move I fall to the ground. My eye site is gone.
I open my eyes and see nothing but darkness around me. I get up slowly, for my body is very weak. I start to smell something that makes me want to go after it. So I run towards the smell like I was hunting for food. I reach where the smell was coming from, my eyes become wide. My fane’s grow, and I bit down on the animal that I had been after. The taste of blood flows through... [Read More]
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Vampire,
Death,
BloodVotes: 513816
13 Nov, 2013 02:48 PM
Whilst reading the obituaries in the local newspaper, I came across the name of an old acquaintance of mine whom I hadn't seen in a number of years. In our youth, we were the best of friends. We went through school and on to college together and were almost inseperable. That was, until a miss Helena Watt entered our lives with a certain air of confident beauty that swept both of us off of our feet. We were both besotted. She knew this and she played on it to the extent that it broke up our friendship and we lost touch. The notice said nothing of the cause of death, only that it had been sudden and that he'd be sadly missed by all who knew him. This saddened me greatly as, reading the obituary notice, many fond memories of our youthful frolics came rushing back in a flood of... [Read More]
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Ghost,
Vampire,
Madness,
Mystery.Votes: 213749
19 Dec, 2012 11:46 PM
I awoke this morning with a feeling of peace. It was eerie. My coffee maker emitted a familiarly delicious aroma. My eyes crusted over with the dust of sleep would not function properly until the first cup of rejuvenation had been ingested. I stumbled from my room down the long green carpeted hallway, Cursing the day from under my breath. The sunshine danced happily across the floating speckles in the air and leaped from the window sill to the carpeted living space. Somethings should be forced to wait until the afternoon, I thought.
I ransacted the cupboard for my cool black mug, and moved religiously towards the maker of the sweet brown nectar of gods. The kitchen linoleum was chilly. This is an odd occurence in the summer. I tripped over my wifes cat who had been rummaging through some of my old college papers. The gray dwarf cat would... [Read More]
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Horror,
Beast,
Thriler,
SuspenseVotes: 313730
19 Feb, 2016 11:56 AM
Bitter Sweet Symphony
“Daddy, where’s mummy”??
My 6 year old son looks up at me from his bowl of kellogs corn flakes I had just served him, with milk dripping from his lower lips and worry in his eyes.
“Daddy, where’s mummy”??
He asked again
I couldn’t look him in the eyes, what would I say?? How will I explain this to him??
Where did my loving wife go??
I had asked myself that question for almost a year now, where did my loving wife go??
Funto was her name, I called her my Elf, not because she had pointy ears, no, I called her elf because she always managed to stay beautiful, look the same way all through the time I knew her. Where did my elf go??
She was the girl your parents prayed for you to find, the perfect wife. Loving, caring and ooh boy could she... [Read More]
Tags:
Death,
Lovers,
Drugs,
DemonsVotes: 313378
