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So Four Serial Killers Walk into a House...
Disclaimer: This short story contains graphic descriptions of murder. Night had fallen not too long ago, and all repairs to the car were finished today. Today—All Hallow’s Eve—is one night this town will never forget. It’s been seven years since Hudson’s Church was put into a state of fear, but only on this holiday because that’s when people get hurt. Hudson’s Church was never like other small towns because there was virtually no crime here. Sometimes the occasional teenager would joyride down the road in their parent’s car or something, but for the people who lived here, the town was perfect.
By Lauren J. Bennett4 years ago in Horror
Hooks
When I heard her screaming for help, I knew I was out of time. No time to get any help or find any more useful weapons. The concept of backup is a joke in this business, so there was no sense in trying to call in the cavalry. Out here, you were all the backup that you were going to get nine times out of ten, so there was never any point in assuming that you'd have any help along for the assignment, especially this time of year. It was a funny way of doing things, sure, but a method borne from necessity rather than practicality, since there were never enough of us former-mortals-turned-guardian-angel types working for the agency.
By Michael L Dietz4 years ago in Horror
Rocking
The waves nestled my boat like a swaddle, rocking me like a baby. I couldn’t feel anything as I lied on my back just allowing the boat to rock but not quite soothe me. The rocking damn sure couldn’t begin to touch the survivors guilt immobilizing me as all I could do was lie down and revisit each haunting memory of this morning's events.
By Tiara Oquendo4 years ago in Horror
Scarecrows
Scarecrows By A. Michael Day Hassan had paid good money to be in the boot of this car. He considered himself extremely fortunate as he felt each lurch inside the dark, cramped, trunk, as it rocked back and forth. He was no longer on the smooth tarmac of a maintained road, Hassan guessed his smugglers were driving along a dirt track. He could feel every pothole as he bounced around within his claustrophobic compartment like a ball bearing in a pinball machine. Nevertheless he was excited!
By Ashley Michael Day 4 years ago in Horror
Troubled Waters
The wind howls loudly and mercilessly in my right ear, making my hair swirl in an unforgiving tornado, whipping into my face. The violent water below crashes against the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. I stare down at my feet, watching as a drop of blood splatters onto the rocks. Ugh, I think, it’s bleeding again.
By Kara Thomas4 years ago in Horror
Lake of the Living Dead
First there was a virus. Millions of people died with an infection which attacked human brain cells. Symptoms started with an imbalance, people began to fall over, the weak, old and alone suffered as they were unable to get back up after a sudden vertigo-like feeling caused spills down the stairs, heads hit off bathroom sinks, days left alone led on the floor with a broken back or hip and no help from the relatives who had forgotten to check in on them. Another heart-breaking effect of the virus, peoples short-term memories began to vanish, as if erased from the brains hard-drive. Ovens were left unchecked, children forgotten in baths, families left devastated as routine things began to be overlooked.
By Stacey Howarth4 years ago in Horror
