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The Road killers
“Just relax and be yourself” said the sexy female voice from behind the lights, “Now….Action.” The short grey-skinned creature with the pointed features and deep- set black eyes shifted nervously on the tall stool. He straightened his high-vis vest and looked into the circular all-seeing eye of the camera. “Erm….I’m Spry, as you see I am the supervisor of the Transport network on the B493”, he held the lapel of the vest out to the camera so the insignia was clearly visible. “It’s a dirty job but someone has to do it, eh?” he grinned, showing sharp dirty yellow teeth. “You see we are a very underrated and unappreciated workforce. Those guys that work on planes, causing all those crashes, well everyone wants to be one of them. But I tell you, in reality mostly their tampering doesn’t work. The mortals they have all these checks and servicing regularly now. But all you get to hear about is all the high yield work. Bloody snobs all of ‘em”,he coughed briefly and spat out a globbet of phlegm on the floor. He then blushed, his cheeks touched with a mild green colour, “Sorry Miss, we don’t see many ladies round here, ‘scuse the manners.”
By Clare Smith5 years ago in Horror
Shadow Creature
Gloomy and boring as a Monday morning is, I decided not to go to school. i was already at my stop waiting for the bus when I decided to walk back home instead. Why? Just didn’t feel like it. As i sit in my room,I started to drift off to sleep and next thing i knew i hear a loud bang on my door i laid there in silence And too frightened to even breathe i hear the loud bang on my door again, the person behind the door screamed, “ LAYLA!,OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR OR ELSE!,” I was so scared I couldn’t even speak, the person behind the door was my abusive Father. I didn’t know what to do, I looked around my room to hide somewhere just as he was about to break down my door i hid underneath my bed. He was stomping around my room, looking for me and as he was looking for me, he was trashing my room I don’t know what he was gonna do if he found me. I saw him throw my dresser across my room, and trash my closet, every piece of clothing I owned was all over my bedroom floor and just as he was about to give up he was standing right next to my bed, tired and breathing heavy I closed my eyes hoped and pray he would just leave and he did, for a split moment i let out breathe of relief just as i was about to get up from underneath my bed i feel something grab me from my ankles, it was my father! He pulled me out from underneath my bed. While he grabbed me, he pinned me to my bed, started screaming in my face asking, “ why aren’t you in school huh?!,” I answered back,” because I didn’t feel like going,” he looked at me with such disgust he got close to my face and whispered, “ you know what happens when you don’t do as you’re told, he paused waiting for an answer, i was still so frightened I couldn’t give a response he glared at me and said,”Fine.” He then pinned me down on my bed and started to beat me and before I knew it I blacked out
By Kalee Smith5 years ago in Horror
We are being watched.
You have probably heard of grey extraterrestrials; the ones with big heads, black eyes, small bodies, slender limbs, etc. I have heard numerous accounts of alleged extraterrestrial encounters over the internet. Of course, I never actually believed any of these stories myself. I found the concept of grey aliens very interesting, and slowly began to have some belief in the subject, actually I more or less pretended to believe, and it was fun to believe. Deep within me though, I never truly believed in the existence of grey aliens, or any kind of extraterrestrial life in our solar system.
By Wesley Maddox5 years ago in Horror
Meeting new people.
Kevin wanted to look away, but would not allow himself to do so. This was his doing, not that he didn't feel on some level that it wasn't deserved, he just knew that he had to see this through to its bloody end. He could feel the blood curdling screams in his bones, and still he would not allow himself to look away.
By Wesley Maddox5 years ago in Horror
It's not my wife.
It's not my wife. It's not the primary time I've stayed late on the work , typing away for data and even just sitting here scrolling through Facebook for hours. But within the ending always find yourself finishing just in time. i made a decision to call my wife and asked that she'd pick me up from work since I'm able to leave.
By Wesley Maddox5 years ago in Horror
The Count
My lovely Mina Do you remember the dream I told you of in our previous communique? Well, it accosted me once again the very next night. Two nights in a row mind you. Two nights in a row I saw it. It was always at the same place on the horizon. And with the wind behind it, it was moving straight toward me. When I awoke that second morning I decided to investigate further. I looked into it through my brand-new set of Encyclopedia Britannica and discovered the vessel I had been dreaming of was a schooner.
By Dan Brawner5 years ago in Horror
My Sighting of the Pope Lick Monster
The Pope Lick Monster There is a Train Bridge outside of Fischerville Kentucky, near Louisville. My family moved in about 10 miles from the bridge in way back in 1959. A new neighborhood in the middle of what had been farmland for over a century. It was not a well-developed area at the time, there were only a few houses on each street, with large farms on the main roads in the area. Our property on a converted farm was apparently a potato farm in the past, because when we dug a garden we always found potatoes, that were almost fossils. Since Louisville was settled by a lot of Irish and German Catholic families, potatoes were a staple of both diets.
By Jim Dicken5 years ago in Horror
Tommy
This is freaking me out, just writing about it, because it brings everything back, as though I were back there again. It was the summer of 1988, I was 22 and our neighbors, Mr. And Mrs. Standish, who lived in the huge old house next door to us, went on vacation for two weeks, out of country, and being a nice (and broke) guy, I agreed to feed their pets in their absence. In their back yard they had 12 chickens and three baby goats, but in the house, there were six cats, two parakeets and a turtle named Tommy, after their beloved Australian shepherd dog that died a couple years before.
By Drew Shourd5 years ago in Horror
...never going back
This is a story about an experience I had back in the spring of 2017. For the record, I have never told anyone about what happened or what I saw, for me it was just too crazy, so frightening that I was sure that even my best friends and family wouldn’t believe me, so I have never told a soul about my experience on that day.
By Drew Shourd5 years ago in Horror
Secrets in the Bottle
Eve Sanders turns the key to her brand-new office. The anticipation is making her hands shake wildly. With the light creak of the door, Eve opens the office of her brand-new interior decorating business “Décor La Magie”. She walks over to her immaculately decorated desk and opens her emails in hopes of getting a new assignment. There’s nothing interesting except junk mail but still feeling the fresh excitement, Eve goes to make herself her first cup of coffee before buckling down on some marketing.
By Erika Ravnsborg5 years ago in Horror
