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Monsters and horror go hand in hand; explore horrific creatures, beasts and hairy scaries like Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein and far beyond.
The Red Mark
In a country in a distant place, two families were warring. The feud had gone on for so long no one could quite remember the original cause. The present hostilities were based on more recent grudges and murders. One family was named Wren, the other Fox. Both desired to control the countryside and eradicate their enemy.
By E.L. Buchanan5 years ago in Horror
Maze
“Oh, we have to stop!” exclaimed Suzanne, pummeling Greg’s shoulder with both fists. She was looking at the hand-painted sign beside the two-lane road that read “Matthew’s ‘Mazing Maze of Maize” in large red letters. Below that, “Largest Corn Maze in the South! Games! Prizes!” Off to the side was a rudimentarily-rendered row of corn plants with question marks floating over it.
By Brian Wright5 years ago in Horror
It Lurks
Friday. Not the thirteenth, but from Kyle’s point of view it might as well be. He stand outside a large tent that he and Shane have propped up in a small clearing. Their campsite has a fire going and plenty of beer in the cooler. Kyle faces his fancy DSLR that rests on its tripod. He talks to it. “We are getting ready to scare the shit out of my ex and her… girlfriend.” He makes a face during the last word.
By Kelsey Harris5 years ago in Horror
I AM WOLF
WOLF : Guardian / Protector / Spirit / Wild / Ferocious Through the stars the story tells of a WOLF who wanders at night. Some say they see a Girl riding his back, others says she walks beside him. A third visioner says, “There never were two but one. GIRL or WOLF, no one sees but knows.” How the story goes…depends on the night. Maybe there is one, maybe two, depends on who is walking and who is telling who. But, believing is what we do. It all depends on if you believe in what you feel or what you see.
By Angela Grillo5 years ago in Horror
Can't Leave
I've kept to myself in my own little apartment for a while since I don't really like interacting with people since people seem to know how to piss me off most of the time. I work at home and once in a while drop by the convenience store nearby to grab myself some food and water to survive since tap water sucks major ass a lot of the time - I think it mostly has to do with me being in the city though.
By CynicalPepper5 years ago in Horror
Monster of the Appalachian
Since I was a child, I have always been fascinated with creatures that are yet to be on any biologists list of known species. Nessy, Bigfoot, The Mothman, chupacabra, all of them. I would study for hours. Read encyclopedia entries, eyewitness accounts, and even fiction novels by avid monster fans such as myself. As big as my interest was, I never considered actually encountering one of the creatures. But, to understand why I was in the position I was in that caused me to come face to face with a legendary cryptid, I need to take you back a little ways.
By Nick Buntin5 years ago in Horror
The Converse Carnivore
Major Abraham ‘Bram’ Miller let out a deep and audible sigh. He had waited weeks for this moment, but now it had arrived, the look of confusion and disappointment on Ethan’s face was more than he could bear. The boy was shaking, and the old soldier knew that at any moment the tears would start to flow. Damn it, your first rifle and you act like it’s a turd he thought. As if on cue, Ethan turned to face him, tears streaming down his cheeks.
By Luke Phillips5 years ago in Horror
The Four-Armed Crow
Journals of Josiah Foster. September 5th, 1870 It wasn’t dark out when I spotted the beast. I wish it had been. Maybe then it would have made sense why this shadowy hellspawn was so brazen or perhaps it would have disguised its truest form from my vision in a manner that would have led me to believe it was mostly my imagination. But it was sunny, and not a cloud could I see from the bayou banks.
By James Lovett5 years ago in Horror
Doctor Barnowl
“Sit over there. he’ll see you soon” said the guard as he thrust her through the door. R began walking through the velvet red hallway, guards in black suits, faces covered by white masks lined on either side, looming over her. She wasn't afraid of them, she saw them as mere pawns. The hall seemed to gradually narrow as she approached the waiting room. Dishevelled raven hair covering most of her face, a gleam of aqua blue eyes, and crooked smirk in vision. She sat across from a disgruntled old man and a young innocent looking boy.
By Lauren Jane R5 years ago in Horror
