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Horror
There are people everywhere who hate me. They despise my very existence. To them I am but an ant in the grass and they are the naughty kids with microscopes using their desperately sadistic nature to try and put an end to my life, to cause endless misery by burning off my feelers, making me scratch endlessly in the dark for something. Anything.
I can hear them, even touch...
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Horror
Corruption
"sentenced to imprisonment in a mental hospital pending a psychological exam." Those words rang in my mind like a fire bell. Never before had mere words sent chills down my spine. It was only a month ago that all the commotion had stopped. I was hung out to dry by a couple of morons. My family supported me through my court case as well as my hard times....
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Horror
The wind was howling, a hard rain was descending, and thunder was crashing in the sky above. Everything was dark; so dark that nothing could be seen.
A flash of light lit up the sky, revealing the scene of which you are about to read: the Hotel Motel.
It was a small motel. It had four bedrooms on the upper floor. On the lower floor there was a...
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Horror
"Growth"
By: Fabian Villegas
I tried to decipher the hieroglyphics etched on the toilet seat in
that disgusting gas station, I wondered about the state of mind
one has to be in to be compelled to etch one's name in a place
where people go about their business when nature calls. I...
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Horror
"The Weight"
By Fabian Villegas
"You would be so pretty if you just lost some weight," My aunt means well, I
understand that much. However, when she says this it boils my blood. She is assuming that I don't
get obtuse...
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Horror
O God, what have I done to offend thee? Save me from this desolate place! I search the impenetrable darkness; I strain to hear a reply to my calls, but none is given. The darkness and I have become one. I am not alone. Others are in the darkness; they moan and weep.
Pounding. Pounding. Pounding in the deepest depths of the darkness; the sound of nails being hammered into wood. The sound...
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Horror
THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL
She was making popcorn on the stove when the phone rang. She had just hung up with Joe so she figured it was him again. She pressed her thumb on the talk button and put the phone to her ear.
"Yeah, Joey? Two hours wasn't good enough, huh? You know, my dad is going to kill me when he sees this phone bill." She waited...
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Horror
The wind was howling, a hard rain was descending, and thunder was crashing in the sky above. Everything was dark; so dark that nothing could be seen.
A flash of light lit up the sky, revealing the scene of which you are about to read: the Hotel Motel.
It was a small motel. It had four bedrooms on the upper floor. On the lower...
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Horror
When you're in high school, nothing around you matters much except your...
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Horror
Testure = Test + Torture
Dr.
Grey placed the subject on the table, using the winch controls to lift
and position it on the test bed. Its struggles resurfaced the moment
the winch was retracted. But Dr.Grey was ready for this, he flipped a
switch, and immediately, the straps and reinforcing binds locked around
the subject, around its arms, legs, waist, and its jaws.
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Horror
2008,NEW YORK
she smiled at him lovingly,he smiled back. he tossed over in the bed, and crawled out.
" john, you dont have to go today, stay with me..."
" no, baby, i can't... we are having a big meeting today, one of the biggest companies in the world have asked us to make a pitch for their product... i cant miss it."
" please, today is my...
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Horror
prelude
1908, NEW YORK
it was night, the moon bathing the city in pale light. a very wiry man, kirk freehan, walked the streets beside central park. his eyes darted back and forth, as if he was searching for something. he had a briefcase in his possesion, which he carried at his side. he was breathing heavily, his breath coming in rasps. he almost jogged as...
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Horror
May evenings were unpredictable in the lovely area known too most as Burrell, where it was a balmy eighty degrees all day, but now the temperature sat closer to fifty - five. Lower Burrell and Upper Burrell, both of which wrapped around the small city of New Kensington, defined the township of Burrell. All were nestled along the winding Allegheny River as...
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Horror
An achingly cold fear holds you still as you stare blankly out into the darkness of it.
You hear music playing a familiar tune, something jaunty, something to dance to, something wholly unsettling that makes you wince.
One step.
Two steps.
Stop. Calm down, take a breath.
You're panting.
Deep breaths.
Better.
Three steps....
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Horror
(The Cat's Meow and Beyond) *Just a preview*
Lightning flashes in the sky as a blue VW Bug pulls into the parking lot of The Cat's Meow. The parking lot is gravel and the tires crunch over it loudly. The driver pulls the car into a parking space marked "staff only". The driver smiles briefly at the sign and turns the key...
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Horror
Prologue
The room was dark, the only light was flickering candles that were set on old tables and unused steel barrels. It stank, since the smell of garbage, mold, and dead animals swirled throughout the abandon mill. He did not know how long this place was here, let alone how long it...
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Horror
The breeze whipped through Carol's long black hair. Her eyes watered as the cold wintry air slapped her face. She turned away from the wind, inhaling the crisp cold, but sweet air. She shuddered slightly as the gusts...
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Horror
His incessant
laughter was muffled by the wallpaper, the carpeting, but most of the
hotel was empty. Few guests were present; the weather was not
inviting during this year, and tourists were harder to come by. Like
the grainy footage from an older camera, the room was not very clear.
Dust danced in the air, despite a lack of movement from its
occupants. The laughter was not a response...
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Horror
Hot blood filled my mouth like fire, so hot, and yet the pleasure this created was immeasurable. I held onto him for longer than perhaps I should have; his blood was sweeter than anything I had tasted before. Only a small, but equally as potent, part of my brain was conscious of the real danger I was putting him in.
I had been on his neck for a short while before I felt his hand...
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Horror
At seven in the morning, it didn't matter that my Chevy no longer had air. With the window down, the cool November breeze made the drive from Jacksonville to Florida State Prison in Starke refreshing. As I drove, I daydreamed about the murder and how getting this crime story would be a piece of cake.
I'd be at the prison about eight, do the interview, cruise down to Keystone Heights and...
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