Horror

Murders in Crescent Valley
Emma Jean stripped naked and folded the clothes at her feet. ‘’Now rest your chest across this hickory stump and arch your buocks high into the air. A whore like you doesn’t deserve to die with dignity.’’ Emma Jean reluctantly did as she was told. She cried and whimpered. ‘’Please God save me; I’m a wretched sinner.’’ The clown grabbed the girl by the back of the neck and stabbed her hard, repeatedly eighteen %mes in the face with the blade of the knife. Soon the dead girl’s face looked like ham covered in chocolate syrup. The blood dripped profusely out of the massive hole in the dead girl’s face. The maniac climbed back into the stolen truck and sped o1. The killer turned up the Radio and blasted dark, modern heavy metal music. His dirty, shaggy, brown hair hung down slightly past his slender shoulders. His feet were bare. He played over the murders he had just commied in his mind over and over again. First he pictured Tony gazing dumbly at him through the windshield of Tony’s own truck before ge>ng killed. He could s%ll hear the snapping of Tony’s bones as the truck squashed him. He could s%ll feel the skull give way when Tony stabbed Emma Jean hard through the face repeatedly. In his own mind the killer had done well. He felt he was purging the world of evil.
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Chapters
The Whispering Shadows
The town of Graystone had continuously been cloaked in riddle, its cobblestone roads lined with ancient houses, a few well-kept and others disintegrating beneath the weight of time. But what genuinely set it separated from other little towns was the story of the Whispering Shadows. It was a story told to children to keep them interior after dull, to startle the inquisitive and to quiet the cynic. The legend talked of anxious spirits who meandered the town at night, their voices carried on the wind, delicate as whispers but chilling sufficient to solidify the blood.
By sri lekhaabout a year ago in Chapters
Stand Against Injustice and Remain Just: A Call for Humanity
Stand Against Injustice and Remain Just: A Call for Humanity In a world filled with complexities and inequalities, standing up against injustice is one of the most powerful actions we can take. The notion of “do not tolerate injustice and do not do injustice to anyone” is a moral directive that challenges us to lead lives rooted in fairness, compassion, and responsibility. When we stand against unfairness, not only do we protect others, but we also preserve our own integrity. This article explores why opposing injustice is crucial, how it shapes our society, and how small, compassionate acts of justice create ripples that inspire and transform lives.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Chapters
Shadows In The City-Character Unveil
1. Leo Reyes - The Relentless Detective Caption: 📸 Meet Detective Leo Reyes: The Relentless Seeker of Truth 🔎 Traits: Resilient, analytical, morally conflicted
By Marwa Jawadabout a year ago in Chapters
The Monster Inside me
This host is growing weaker by the moment. "Are you dying human? You barely lasted a week." That eerie voice says echoing in my head again.
By Jazmine Ambrosiaabout a year ago in Chapters
The Impact of Artificial Intelligence in the Media Industry. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In the modern era, the evolution of cutting-edge technology has revolutionized the way information is disseminated across various platforms and channels. The integration of artificial intelligence in media industry has transformed the landscape of content creation and distribution in the realm of mass communication.
By Kearny Jesusabout a year ago in Chapters
The Unsolved Mystery of Elisa Lam: A Real-Life Horror Story
One of the most terrifying real-life horror stories is the case of **Elisa Lam**. In 2013, Elisa, a 21-year-old college student from Canada, checked into the Cecil Hotel in Los Angeles. The hotel, notorious for its dark history of violence and strange occurrences, became the last place Elisa was seen alive.
By Tasnuba Humayraabout a year ago in Chapters
The Timekeeper’s Notebook
Jasper, a middle-aged watchmaker, lives a quiet life in a small town, spending his days repairing antique clocks and watches. One evening, a stranger enters his shop carrying a tattered, leather-bound notebook with a peculiar symbol on the cover: an intricate, geometric pattern of overlapping circles and lines that seems to shimmer when touched. The stranger insists that only Jasper can fix what’s inside and, after a vague warning, leaves the notebook on the counter before vanishing.
By Huchamabout a year ago in Chapters
Read this if you are in need for comfort
Hey there stranger! If you are reading this, I hope you are doing okay:) Even if you are not it is okay. I do not want to tell you to be optimistic or pretend to have it all together because I know how chaotic and messy life can be sometimes. While I know you are not feeling okay, that is why probably you have reached upon this video. I hope you remember that there are still so many days when life will feel lighter, where the beauty of nature will astonish you with the warmth of the sun and the somberness of the night.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
Mama! Papa!
Back in 2008, a few months later, after I came into this strange world, he inaugurated his small startup school with zero students but a million hopes. He says that our school was a gift that God gave us because you came into our lives. We were not financially better at that time. So he bought a place with several rooms that were okay for him to represent as school.
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Chapters
The Unseen Gaze
It is said that in the deepest hours of the night, when silence thickens and shadows grow, an entity lurks just beyond our sight. No one knows its true face, for it hides, forever veiled in darkness. It’s been called many names throughout the centuries, whispered only by those brave enough to believe in its existence.
By Tasnuba Humayraabout a year ago in Chapters
The Silent Forest: Shadows of the Forgotten
The Silent Forest had many names over the centuries, each culture that lived near its edges assigning it their own, each more foreboding than the last. But the one that endured the longest came from the settlers who had built the first town at its border—an effort that failed miserably. They called it "The Silent Forest" because no birds sang within its shadow, no wind rustled through its branches, and no sound broke the suffocating stillness that blanketed the trees.
By Tasnuba Humayraabout a year ago in Chapters