Tag: Horror
The Tar Baby
The Tar Baby appeared on a Tuesday. It came from the cabinet under the sink, and I have little idea what birthed it. The amorphous, black thing somehow still managed to resemble a baby crawling towards me in its general shape. I, admittedly surprised at finding a blob of tar where there was supposed to … Continue reading The Tar Baby
The Pit
The hole in the ground scared the girl. She found it in the forest on her walk, and when she looked into its depths she saw… nothing. It was so dark that she couldn't see the bottom, or even the sides. She dropped a rock into it and waited for a splash… and waited, and … Continue reading The Pit
The Blinding Sight
The man came home and saw his family dead on the couch. He vomited at the sight of their shocked and frightened faces, but worst of all was their eye sockets. Their eyes had been completely burned away, the skin around them scorched and scarred. A gelatinous soup ran from the sockets, and the man … Continue reading The Blinding Sight
In-Body Experience
The man watched as he saw the entity walk into the house. He watched as it took the knife and stroked it across its hand, relishing in the blood that resulted. He watched as it came into the bedroom, walked to the sleeper, and methodically stroked the knife across her body. He knew that the … Continue reading In-Body Experience
The Librarian
The librarian crouched behind her desk. The night had finally fallen, and she was finally going to catch whoever was stealing books from the religious section. She listened for footsteps for hours Nothing. The librarian decided she would simply set call it a night. She got up, looked at the bookshelves, and jumped at what … Continue reading The Librarian
Anger
I’ve always taken a sort of pleasure in rage. Adrenaline junkies usually get their rush by getting scared, I get mine by getting angry. It’s always made me feel powerful, like I could crush the subjects of my anger with my bare hands, or even through my sheer force of emotion. Not to mention, it’s … Continue reading Anger
The Graves Awoke
It was not the light of the sun that woke the Graves, nor the chirping of birds, nor their clocks, internal or otherwise. Rather, it was flashing red and blue lights, and the sound of a hard knock on the front door. Mr Graves was the first to respond, walking up to the door with … Continue reading The Graves Awoke
When the Night has Fallen
When the night has fallen, I hear the chirp of the crickets, the rustle of leaves, the whistling wind, and the patter of feet. When the night has fallen, I feel the chill of the autumn air from the window, the folds of the sheets, and the frozen fear in my nerves. When the night … Continue reading When the Night has Fallen
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