Gary missed the imaginary friends he used to have as a child in stately old Victorian home, with whom he would spend the nights making up scary stories and whispering beneath the plush blankets until the morning rustling of his parents banished his friends to silence.
When he later learned the police pulled no fewer than a dozen bodies from the crawlspaces in between the walls of the old house, Gary wept with unfathomable grief, partly out of guilt for his complicity in the crimes, however unwittingly, and partly because even now, he missed the voices still.
I've got my popcorn, RC Cola, Doritos, and am about to watch my favorite show that I've been looking forward to all week.
"Sorry, your internet connection appears to be down."
The tallest of tree
A stupid urge to cut down a mighty old tree, Released from eternal curse something finally put to sleep.
I look to my hand and im growing roots and twigs to where my fingers had been.
My mother tucks me in and kisses me every night. I wish I could tell her that I've been stuck inside the mirror for months now.
Nonfiction Make It Worse?
It’s a small world with millions of murderers. You have probably seen and spoke directly to more than one that have seriously considered killing you during the conversation in the last few months.
My Body, Yet Not Mine (an attempt at a two sentence horror story)
When I opened my eyes I saw that a knife was poised over my throat, held in a hand; my Hand, but I had utterly no control over it, since it floated unattached in the air. As I opened my mouth to scream, I realized that my Voice was not with me, but in the corner of the room and I heard it say, "Farewell!" as I watched it walk out the door.
It Was Quick
The large albino wolf pounced on me quickly, his large maw opened wide, his sharp carnassial teeth ripped through my chest like a hot knife to butter. I stared in deathly horror watching him chew my heart before he changed into a man and said, "Now, you will roam the land in search of prey."
When the bough breaks
Voice a monotone whisper she says, I was hugging Hannah close, rocking, murmuring, crooning, crying hard right along with her..seemed like hours. Staring at endless nothing, she continues, When she finally stopped, I was so happy she had finally fallen asleep...so happy.
On my knees, staring into the lake, something stares back, but it’s not a reflection of my face. It’s a montage of a failed future in which I didn’t fight to decide my own fate.
Creature from the Darkness
It was a dark, cold evening and the barest sliver of moonlit filled my room as I opened my eyes to find, poised precariously close and above me, a creature whose large fangs took overwhelming prominence in his hollowed, chiseled face. As he stared at me with eyes the color of black coal, I knew he had come to claim me as his own, and life as I knew it would change forevermore as I began to forge a path of despair and evil with this creature from the darkness.