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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 Full Moon
The worst cramps I have ever had set into my biceps. My arms began twisting. I could feel my ankles popping. It came on so suddenly. I dropped to my bedroom floor. I looked out the window and saw a full moon. I could feel my bones cracking and breaking. Behind me, I heard this voice that said, “Mommy?” I crawled around to face the voice, and it was my little seven-year-old daughter, Emily. Emily started to cry at the sight of me. I tried to calm her down, but all she did was run out of the room screaming.
By Natalie C..8 years ago in Horror
Maiden to Monster
Growing up, I absolutely loved learning about Greek Mythology. I was always a bit of a nerd and, to me, mixing an ancient history lesson with an element of fantasy or mystique was GOLDEN. So when I stumbled upon the Ancient Greeks, it was a match made in Olympus. The myths and legends fascinated me! The Gods, demi-gods, quests…and let’s not forget the monsters. The Ancient Greeks have some of the most interesting monsters I have ever seen. Some you may know, like the Minotaur, Pegasus, and Cyclops. Others may be more obscure such as the Graeae, Empusa, or the Manticore. But the most popular monster, and the one most discussed, is Medusa the Gorgon. This snake-woman hybrid was said to have the ability to turn man to stone and could only be killed by cutting off her head.
By Rowan Flores8 years ago in Horror
A Suburban Horror
Damn it! That’s the curfew claxon. Bloody Mike! I didn’t think it would take so long to get back and now there’s no time to put the bins out. It’s all very well thinking it will only take a minute, but you never know if one of the bolder ones might be hungry enough to brave the last rays of sunset. It’s just not worth the risk.
By Hazel Hitchins8 years ago in Horror
Czar Hobgoblin
It is alleged that only a madman would believe such heresies to common logic that are written in this tale. In a world ignorant of its past, all of the tell-tale signs, monoliths dedicated to pagan worship within the city’s ancient inhabitants demolished by power-hungry iconoclasts are plastered on every building new and old; all signs of the universe that lie many fathoms beneath the asphalt-laden earth, of inhuman beings who were vanquished by their greatest enemy, the alien race of mankind. They are a diverse lot, many of whom live like outcasts reveling in Sodom, others having morphed into more feral beasts lingering below, feasting upon whatever living meat they could sink their fangs into, and others who still to this day, after thousands of years, await the day they could wage war on the world above and conquer the earth they once inhabited in freedom. Their transition into the sunlit world varies to this day, perhaps due to their intolerance of the light, or their physical weakness outdone by the might of creatures above them. But what is clear is that they still plague the sewers and tombs underground, breeding like pigeons and waiting, just waiting for the day they will infest the city like viruses and drink the blood of gods.
By Dyl Elner8 years ago in Horror
Transit into the Tenebrous
It is with aversive opposition that I now recount my unusual experiences in the log concerning the submergence and subsequent destruction of the Underwater Marine Biological Observatory. The following events began as a result of the endeavor of the human race to explore the world’s oceans after the many advantages in pressure equalization and other innovations in technology which made the observatory a possibility.
By Dr Joel LaNacey8 years ago in Horror
A Guide for the Different Zombies
The world of literature and media are infected with the threat of zombies. In general, zombies have lost their humanity and are out for blood. If you get in contact with them either by saliva or by blood you will get infected and eventually lose your humanity and try to kill and devour your loved ones. However, you will come to see that there are two types of zombies. Both are similar in that they have lost their humanity and all they want to do is snack on a brain, but both are different in ways involving the infection and virus itself, the traits of the two types of zombies, and the ways to kill them. This discussion will compare and contrast the two types of zombies.
By Nicole Emery8 years ago in Horror
Nightmare
I've been here before. The oak floorboards that creak at random intervals, the yellow-ochre walls, and the off-white doors. The smell of rotting flesh and the site of coagulated blood spattering covering the hallway from top to bottom. A slight twinge of regret courses through my body as a low growl penetrates the stillness. I can feel the growl in my bones and my feet stop moving. At the end of the hallway, a red door looms slightly ajar. My senses telling me to turn and run the other way, to not take another step, yet I can't help but wonder what is on the other side of the door. Another growl sends every hair on my body standing at attention. A pool of fresh blood begins to ooze towards me from underneath the door as if to beckon me closer. The sound of meat tearing from bone reaches my alert ears. As I reach for the door, the smell punches me in the gut, doubling me over as I hurl what hasn't digested of my lunch all over the floor. I try to fight back the nausea and push the door open and that's when I see it.
By GQ8 years ago in Horror
Series: Riddled
The moon was high and hidden beneath black clouds. I stood at the foot of the long corridor dominated by tall, wet trees and broad lampposts, as if guards, placed ten feet exactly apart. I took a brave step forward and froze at the, only heard by me, rustle in the dark corner of bushes far to my right. Another step and the rustle was no longer a simple rustle but a violent hiss to my ears. This is not my territory. I shouldn’t be here. I have to leave, now. The doubt in my head spoke loud. A sudden burst of courage punched me in the gut making me feel sick at my sudden vulnerable state. It took over my legs and dragged me further ahead. The further I walked the further the end moved, so I began to run. No use. The faster I ran, the further it moved. I felt like a lovesick fool running towards my lover, without a second thought.
By M. J.S8 years ago in Horror
A Wolf's Cry
A wolf’s cry is what I hear at night. This is the first time I've ever heard it. It’s an unsettling sound to hear so late at night. What made it worse was the fact that I lived alone in my big house at the edge of the woods. My closest neighbor was about three miles away. I have no pets to guard me or tell me if something was wrong. I am completely alone. I did like being alone in my house, but at the moment I was scared to be alone.
By Scarlett Love8 years ago in Horror
He
The worst thing about the monster is that He never stopped chasing, and thus, we never got a rest. He was a being of endless stamina and dedication and determination. There was no getting away. You were hunted until you were caught and then. . . you were no more.
By Brenden Davis8 years ago in Horror
Alien
I live in the shadows. No one sees me. I don’t need a name… yet I’ve apparently been given the name “Alien.” They don’t know me. They wouldn’t want to if they had ever laid eyes on me. I guess I’m pretty much their worst nightmare. I look similar to the humans, I like to think, besides my skin being a bit too tight. It extenuates the muscles in my body and my cheeks are as wrinkled as the elderly in their race. This bottom jaw of mine comes to a point up towards the few teeth at the top of my mouth. My eyes are cloudy, but I see fine. There're multiple horns bulging from the top of my head. A new one sprouts on what they would call my birthday every year. Our years go by differently though. One year where I’m from is three years here. I’m 24 years old.
By Sydney Essex8 years ago in Horror
Cage
I sat in front of the cage in a leather recliner staring through the bars as the girl began to open her eyes. She let out a soft groan and lifted her head to look around. Her eyelids were still drooping from being half asleep. She blinked a couple of times in the light before stretching her eyes wide open and looking directly at me. I just smiled and sat back in the chair. Where I sat was bathed in shadows so she wouldn’t be able to see me even if she squinted her hardest. At most, she would just see the silhouette of my body resting in the chair.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Horror