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comfort-person · 1 year

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The rise of anger

Synopsis: Henry creel has children of his own who grew up in the lab, someone kidnaps them… how is he supposed to suppress the anger within him? Well. Simply. He cannot.

Pairings: y/n x henry (henry x the kids as well)

Trigger warnings: distressing scenes, punishment of reader, gore, blood, killing all that stuff- if you’re sensitive to any of these then please read at your own discretion.

“What’s happening to him?” The voice of the small girl asked, eyes turning to look at her sister who was one year older than her. They were both frozen in fear hearing the horrifying sounds of electricity buzzing throughout their father figure. All the children in the lab were practically Henry’s children because he was the only one that cared but the small girls- Matilda and Harriet had gotten quite a fond bond with Henry. So much so he allowed them to call him “dad” or anything they wanted to. He was a father figure to them and seeing him getting tortured to this extremity with no mercy made both children sick to their stomach, Matilda and Harriet were sisters- they had grown up together since the very beginning and although they weren’t very old they both knew they had to stick together during this time, even if they weren’t proper siblings. Harriet was 004 and Matilda was 005 both sisters having a bond that was meant to go unbroken.

“Why are they hurting him? Matilda you’ve got to do something… we can’t let him get hurt anymore” Harriet spoke tears practically ready to fall from her eyes, Matilda soon grabbed a hold of her sister by the wrist yanking her just behind the wall as the sound of the fuzzing was cut short, groans of agony leaving Henry’s lips body limp as he was dragged out of the room the guards merciless and careless. “Dad-“ harriet sobbed out forcing a hand to quickly cover her mouth but it wasn’t Matilda’s “shh” a gentle hush came from just behind the two girls. Both young girls turning to see you, worried and clearly upset by the whole situation. The worry was soon washed off of your face pure terror taking over your body as you slowly rose up from the ground eyes filling with fear as you stared at papa. He had caught onto the fact that both girls had seen what had happened,

“Children… y/n… why are you out so late? You know you’re supposed to be in bed.” He spoke and you took a shaky breath inwards “I’m sorry… it was my fault.” You quickly spoke not wanting the girls to be hurt in anyway. You watched papa knowing he wasn’t impressed and you kept your composure as you slowly leaned down just between both girls “listen close, follow my instructions…” you whispered keeping your eyes on papa as guards seemingly walked towards all of you at an angrily fast pace “run… run as fast as you can and don’t stop… run.” You whispered pushing both girls behind you as they sprinted away, two other guards appearing behind the others as they ran after the girls your jaw clenched as you stared at the guards and papa “y/n, you broke my trust.” He spoke in a condescending tone and you slowly lowered your glance body rigid “I’m sorry,”

You tried to apologise. You tried to get them to hear you. You tried to get papas forgiveness but instead you were dragged into the room Henry was last in your body being thrown into the wall as a long baton which had electricity running through it was shoved straight into your chest the other guard immediately bringing the other baton down to stab into your stomach cries of mercy leaving your lips as your knees began to weaken body slumping to the ground as the sick punishment continued, your body seizing every time the electricity ran throughout you until you were curled up trying to protect yourself but within minutes your body was completely weak, reeling in and out of consciousness before everything turned black and you were left in fear of not knowing what had happened to Henry or the girls.

~a day later~

“Y/n” a soft whisper was heard a long with a little gentle nudge, a palm resting upon your shoulder as you were given another shake

“Y/n”

The voice spoke again and your eyes fluttered open body aching terribly as your eyes met with those beautiful sea blue eyes “henry?” You whispered out. He looked tired, as if he was in pain…. “Yeah it’s me.” He soothed hand tracing just against your arm in a comforting manner “are you okay?” He asked eyes searching yours and you stared silently and confused “I’m okay. Just hurt…” you murmured as he ran a gentle palm over your forehead lightly brushing some hair off of your sweaty forehead “they really hurt you didn’t they?” He asked you, rhetorically of course, eyes full of anger… if he could he would kill every single one of them. Well he could and he would, but not right now. But before he could think anymore of that a soft gasp left your lips your eyes widening as you forced yourself to sit up, henry was sat on the edge of the bed eyes widening as he gazed at you visibly concerned “what’s the matter?” He asked eyes searching yours,

“Matilda… Harriet… did you see them this morning?” You asked and his brows furrowed head tilting to the side “what?” He asked concerned and you breathed heavily “they-they saw what had happened to you… papa saw us… I-I-I told them to run…. They ran… I…” that was enough information from you Henry’s tall figure immediately lurching up from the bed as he rushed towards the door, glancing over his shoulder to look at you “I don’t care what you hear- you stay here” he demanded but only for good intentions. He didn’t want you getting hurt. He couldn’t have you getting hurt… no way.

Henry rushed down the hallways each turn only coming to absolutely nothing. He couldn’t find them. He couldn’t find his kids. Someone had taken them. He just knew it. He had a horrible gut feeling. Every door came to a dead end, it was either a sleeping child or an empty room- Harriet and Matilda’s rooms empty. Completely empty. And he wouldn’t of been that concerned if it wasn’t for the fact that their bedsheets weren’t made. All children made their beds. Every day. Matilda and Harriet not missing a day of doing it ever. So it was unusual. Strange. Unlike them. He wouldn’t stop until he had found them. You remained in bed breath hitching, you were fearful… worried… you knew you had to help in someway or another and so you instead of following Henry’s orders got out of bed, body weak as you stumbled out of the room hurrying down the corridors until you came to the bathing room where you only got to use it if you needed it. Truly.

You locked the door as you filled one of the baths up until it was enough to let your body float, you hated doing any of this but you had to find them…. For Henry’s sake. You then clambered into the cold water shivering as you got inside. You knew it had to be a certain temperature but right now that wasn’t plausible. You then closed your eyes relaxing into the bath as you began sinking more and more into the darkness until you were completely submerged in darkness, eyes moving under your eyelids as you looked around- looking for any trace of the children.

“Please! Please! Please! No!”

Echoed screams ran around your head as you spun around in circles trying to find the source of the voices until your eyes landed onto a little spec of light two small girls cowering together from two guards, you watched in silence as they gripped onto each other sobs and pleas leaving their lips. You breathed heavily eyes wide. “Matilda” you whispered reaching out to the small girl watching as her head turned to look to you, eyes full of fear as she screamed fading into waves of memories along with Harriet and your breath hitched before you struggled in the water, your body in real life trying to wake yourself up before you suddenly shot up a gasp leaving your lips, the body of water you were in splashing about as you quickly got out- blood dripping from your nose as you stumbled out of the bath, white clothes dripping with water as you sprinted the hell out of there body trembling in complete fear. You had to save them. Somehow. “Henry!” Your voice yelled echoing around the empty halls, tears were clear in your eyes as you continued shouting his name but it was no use. No use whatsoever.

You tried to keep your composure, barely breathing as you searched and searched for them until you came across them guards gripping onto both of them unaware of you being there “please don’t hurt us… please… please.” The small girls begged as you trembled with anger slowly raising your hand and just as one of the guards went to strike Matilda your fingers curled as the guard was lifted up into the air before being smashed into the wall about ten other guards appearing out of thin air practically. You tried to hold them off, but couldn’t- but that’s when you felt it,

A strong magnetising feeling as screams of fear began leaving the guards lips, spiders leaving the walls- imaginary spiders… a guard being thrown in every direction as your head slowly turned to the side seeing henry, the vein in his neck visible, eyes cold and angry and blood dripping from his nose as he dealt with the guards each one collapsing onto the ground one by one… and when there was one left Henry walked towards him slowly, head still tilted slightly as if challenging him to do something. “I-I-I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” The guard cried out and then it happened Henry’s hand wrapping around his throat as he lifted a fully grown man up into the air fingers practically digging into his throat stopping him from breathing before Henry threw him into the wall, head jerking to the side forcefully as the guards neck snapped. Henry’s body soon froze breathing heavy as he turned to look at you, eyes still angry,

“I thought I told you to wait”

His words were soft yet that undertone of anger was there but before he could even be that little bit more angry at you both girls frantically wrapped their small arms around his waist, his arms wrapping around them as he embraced them holding onto them tightly “I promise you won’t go through anything like this again… I’m so sorry.” He whispered to them both as he gripped onto them. But the reunion was cut short by gunfire Henry’s jaw clenching as he slowly stood up “listen close, follow my instructions… y/n take both girls and hide… I don’t care where… just keep them safe. Keep yourself safe.” His finger then rested under your chin forcing you to look at him “keep yourself safe. I mean it.” He whispered and you nodded your head “good.” He then pulled back both girls emotional as Henry pressed a kiss to each one of their foreheads “I’ll be back soon I promise… and when I’m back we’ll be able to live our own life outside of here… the life you both deserve…. The life we all deserve.” He whispered before he looked at you “now go. Go. I promise I’ll be back.”

And so you listened dragging the girls into a room as you held them both in your embrace, Henry’s tall figure starting to walk down the hall towards the constant gunfire and he watched as guards stormed towards him, guns raised and a cold devilish smirk tugged at his face as the lights began to flicker as blood went everywhere the lights soon flicking off completely… Henry was going to make sure every single one of them regretted every hurting him, you, the girls… anyone- he would make sure of it. He would also make sure that this was their last day on earth. They wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else… not anymore.

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jackie74 · 4 months

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Don't trust emails from strangers

Heed my story; this is a dark sad story. I was a normal man until I read an email. The day started normally, I came home after a long day at work. All I wanted was to play some video games. When I saw I got an email from a random person, I didn’t think much of it until I read the header; it said, “want to hear a scary story that will keep you up all night” I don’t usually read spam emails but I was bored and thought it may be fun to read. The story was about a man that keeps hearing a tapping sound around his home. He looked all day for it but couldn’t find it. That night when he was laying down the noise got louder. It was so loud he couldn’t sleep. This keeps going for days and days until one day he lost his mind. He grabbed his shotgun and started shooting everything where he thought it was coming from. After he shot all his shells he slumped down against the wall. He started laughing, not hearing anything. Thinking he was free from the sound he went to bed, hoping he could get some sleep after days without it. When he closed his eyes he started to hear the tapping sound again right next to his head. When he opened his eyes he saw something in the dark before letting out a scream. As I finished the story I shook my head. Thinking to myself that was a weird story, but not thinking much after that. I started to play some games, when I thought I heard a tap behind me. I turned around to see nothing but the dark. Maybe that story did scare me a little more than I thought. Realizing what time it was I got up from my desk and went to the kitchen to make some food before bed. I opened my cabinet to find a pack of ramen the only thing that kept me alive since I got out of college. The entire time I was making my ramen I felt uneasy. It felt like I was being watched someone breathing down my neck. Every time I turned around there was nothing there. I thought it was still the story messing with my mind. After eating my dinner I walked around my home locking all the doors and windows to make me feel at ease. When I was done locking everything up, I laid down to sleep. After some time I got woke up by a loud tapping sound. My eyes shot open, but my body wouldn’t move, no matter how hard I tried. Then the tapping sound started again, this time right next to me. I know I had to look, to see if it was just my mind being scared. I gave it all my strength; I rolled myself over to see something: something I cannot even being to understand. It was like a thing from nightmares; something that cannot be of this world. After seeing it all I could do is shut my eyes. I hoped with everything it would just go away and I would be safe. After what felt like an eternity, my clock went off. Hoping it would be gone now that the sun was up, I opened my eyes. It was no longer there. I sat up in my bed, hoping that it was just a dream. Looking around, I didn’t see anything; it all seemed like a dream. Then my computer made a sound letting me know I have an email. Getting up I walked over to it and saw an email, the header saying, “thank you.” I clicked on it and my eyes opened up wide to what I was reading, “Thank you for reading my story last night I hope it was to your liking. I hope I didn’t scare you too much I just was so excited that someone read it. I just had to come see you.” I looked up and over to a mirror hanging on my bedroom door, to see the monster from last night standing right behind me, with a smile on its face. Frozen in fear I looked back at the email; the last line read, “I hope you don’t mind but I have a hard time not tapping my fingers on things when I’m happy.” Just as I read that, I heard the sound of tapping. I let out a scream of terror.

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elizaknightwrite · 7 months

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Horror Story

The walls are pale yellow, the same color as the pages of an old book, and the room smells faintly of hand sanitizer and air freshener. The old wooden clock mounted to the wall ticks loudly, the noise rattling around in my ears. Dr. Shannon keeps glancing over at the face of the clock, counting down the seconds to the end of our session.

“Describe to me what you saw, Angela.”

Dr. Shannon’s voice is calm, disinterested. She doesn’t look at me, only the clock, and occasionally the notepad resting on her lap.

“There isn’t much that I did see. It all happened so fast. But…something was in my room that night.”

“So you believe a person broke into your house,” Dr. Shannon drones, scratching something down in her notepad.

“No, not a person, some Thing.”

I sit up on the couch, the plastic cover squeaking underneath me. I catch a flash of Dr. Shannon’s gaze. Her lips curl into a smirk, but only for a second.

She doesn’t believe me.

But I knew she wouldn’t believe me.

“Why do you think it wasn’t a person, Angela?”

“Because…because I know! Its shadow-its shadow was so tall, it loomed over everything in my room. It didn’t speak, it clicked, like-like the ticking of the clock! Except faster, without any rhythm. And its fingers were way too long and cold to be human.”

A shudder runs through my back, and I stroke the three long scratches on my arm that by now have faded into thin pink lines. Bile rises up in my throat at the memory of that night, feeling that Thing’s piercing eyes on me. I squeeze my eyes shut and force that memory away.

“I was frozen in my bed for what felt like hours. I was too afraid to even breathe. When I finally got the courage to turn around and face the Thing, it was gone. But my mirror had been shattered, and blood was oozing from my arm. The Thing had just vanished. All my doors and windows were still locked, and my alarm hadn’t gone off once. What could do that? What human could possibly do that?”

“Calm down Angela, you’re hyperventilating.”

“I swear, it was like something out of a-out of a-“

“Horror story?”

“Yes!”

A quiet, strangled sound escapes Dr. Shannon’s mouth, but she quickly muffles it with her hand. It was a laugh. She’s laughing at me.

I get up from the couch, my blood running hot in my veins.

“I know what I saw, Dr. Shannon.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do. Please, sit back down, I want to do an exercise with you.”

I don’t want to sit back down. I want to storm out of this office. I want to sue this fucking hospital. How could they let such a vile woman practice psychology here?

But before I realize it, I’m laying down on the squeaky plastic couch again. I really meant to leave. What am I still doing here?

“Alright, now that you’ve calmed down, I’m going to start the exercise. I want you to close your eyes and describe yourself to me. Not how you’re feeling, but how you look. I want you to describe to me in detail what you look like.”

I close my eyes and conjure a picture of myself in my mind’s eye.

“I look…normal, y’know. Scared, but normal.”

“Normal? What’s normal? Normal can be anything. Tell me what you look like.”

“Oh, y’know, I have brown hair. Well, maybe it’s more black than brown, but in the summertime it lightens up quite a bit, so I look blond, and in some lights it looks red-”

“So, your hair is brown, black, blond, and red?”

“N-no, it’s-it’s only one color-“

“How about your skin, Angela, what color is that?”

“In the winter, it gets pretty light, but when the sun is out it gets darker-“

“Everyone’s skin does that, Angela. Do you not know what you look like?”

“Of course I know what I look like. I-I have-“

I’m African American. I keep my hair in box-braids and I wear gold, thin-wire glasses.

No. I’m white. I have copper-colored frizzy hair and freckles around my-

No! I have black, pin-straight hair and dark eyes.

“No!”

The image of myself fizzles away and morphs between several different women, their bodies shifting until they form one unrecognizable tangle of pulsating limbs and teeth and hair.

My eyes fly open and I turn back to Dr. Shannon, who’s no longer hiding behind a mask of professionalism. She’s openly laughing now, all of her teeth bared in a gaping grin.

“Why don’t I know what I look like?” I hiss. “You’re supposed to help me so help me.”

Dr. Shannon’s laughter echoes around the room, its pitch getting higher and higher. It doesn’t sound human.

“Angela, you’re the main character. It doesn’t matter what you look like. All that matters is what happens to you.”

The office is cold. The yellow paint on the walls walls molt and curl off like dead skin, peeling away to reveal the old gray concrete underneath.

“What do you mean ‘it doesn’t matter what I look like’?”

“You said it yourself, Angela. The things that happened to you felt like things from a horror story. That’s because they were. You’re inside a horror story. None of this is real.”

I know my heart must be racing. I can feel the heavy heartbeats pound away in the backs of my wrists and behind my throat. But my body is numb. I don’t know if I’m in the same room I once was. I can’t feel the plastic couch underneath me anymore. The antiseptic and hospital smell has faded away. Now I can’t smell anything. The clock is still ticking in the background, getting louder and faster, losing all of its rhythm.

It’s just like that night. It’s just like the noise that Thing made.

“This is real,” I say, but my voice sounds distant, and garbled. More like loud wind than actual human speech. “It’s real. I’m real.”

“No, Angela, you’re not. This is all made up. Just words typed into a computer that someone out there, out in the real world, strung together without a thought for how it would affect you, the main character.”

Dr. Shannon’s voice blends together with the ticking noise. I still can’t move.

“Someone out there created you, Angela. They didn’t even bother to give you an appearance. Because you weren’t important enough to have one. They wrote about you, and they wrote about me, alone together in this sad little office, our own never-ending universe.”

Dr. Shannon’s body starts growing. Her limbs elongate into gnarled, thin talons. Her spine gets taller and taller until her head hits the office ceiling and her shoulders hunch forward. Her skin rips and tears, falling away into moldy heaps on the floor. Her skeleton is black like a shadow. She has no face.

I can’t scream anymore. I’m not even sure if I could in the first place. I never had a mouth. I never had a body.

“Isn’t that tragic?” Dr. Shannon, the Thing, asks. It can only speak in clicks now, but I know what it’s saying. “Someone made you up, created you, with nothing but the images shuffling around in their own polluted mind, and this is what they chose to do with you. Trap you in an eternity of repeating the same horror story over and over again, doomed every time someone reads or rereads it to live out the same fate. Your creator has no love for you, because to them, you’re not real.”

The Thing slinks closer. Its cold fingers wrap around the entirety of my neck.

“But to you, this is real, Angela. To you, this world is the only one you’ll ever know. You have been given thoughts feelings; you know what’s happening to you is bad and scary. But you can’t do anything to stop it. Because the only things that happen in this story are bad and scary. Now, let’s get back to our exercise. Why don’t you try and describe the room this time?”

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guyawks · 1 year

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Karen’s Diner

Karen’s Diner: Where our burgers are mean and our staff are meaner!

“Are you fuckin morons gonna stand there gawking at our sign all day?!”

The young couple, having just wandered into the near-empty diner from the highway outside, flinch at my rude outburst—before descending into giggles.

“See, Sarah, I told you we should eat here!” says the man excitedly to his partner. “This waiter is hilarious!”

“Oi, dickhead!” I bark, thrusting menus into his chest. “Go sit in that booth and shut the fuck up.”

Exchanging amused looks, the pair take a seat at said booth while other waiters flip them off from across the diner. I take the opportunity to eavesdrop by aggressively wiping the table beside them.

“So, the whole gimmick is that the staff are nasty to us?” asks the woman sceptically. “How dumb, Chris. And what’s a ‘Karen’?”

“You know—abrasive, selfish, entitled assholes. Karens. Anyway, novelty aside, the menu looks great! All our favourite meals are on it.”

“Gonna order something, dipshits?” interrupts a scowling waitress with a notepad.

Thirty minutes later, we bring their food out. Setting the plates on their table, I elbow a soda glass straight into the woman’s lap. She yelps as freezing ice drenches her clothes.

“Oops, clumsy me” I sneer, eating a fry off her club sandwich.

“Hey! What the hell?!” the man shouts, flabbergasted.

“So soweee” mocks the waitress, spitting in his spaghetti.

“Okay, this is going too far...” the woman murmurs. But it’s far too late for them to stop it.

At once, the waitstaff begin pelting the couple with glassware. Terrified, the pair’s complaints become shrieks as sharp projectiles lacerate their skin.

“Help! I want the manager!” screams the bleeding man, attempting to leave the booth. In response, I slam his head into his plate, splitting open his cheek.

Joining in the carnage, my fellow waitress uses a steak knife to slash chunks of hair from the screaming woman’s scalp.

“You can’t treat us like this!” they sob defeatedly. “We’re patrons!”

Us “waiters” just turn to each other and laugh.

That’s where they’re wrong. They’re no customers.

They’re death row inmates.

Back in the dark days, every prisoner was entitled to a last meal of their choosing—no matter how undeserving. Meanwhile, the cost of executing killers kept going up. Eventually, government officials had an idea.

Why not kill two birds with one stone?

Grab death row inmates, wipe their memories, drop them at a diner across from the prison, serve them their last meals, have the victims’ family members perform as malicious servers and…execute monsters.

And so Karen’s Diner was born—named after the last child to be savaged by criminals before society stepped up its justice system.

“This is for my daughter” I seethe, inching towards the maimed, memory-wiped convicts in the booth. ”The girl you killed.”

“This is for Karen.”

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carrotex-cat · 1 year

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[ Sacrifice ]

"Why did I fucking agree to this shit?" Rachel thought to herself while she waded past the thickly frosted pine leaves of her country's forest in regretful trepidation. The singular thing generating sound was her timid footsteps on the twig-laden ground.

crunch

snap

"the hell was that?"

"It was probably just some damn animal, calm down for fucks sake" She retorted to herself in an attempt to divert her ascending fear.

The moon shone bright, piercing through the winter night, shining its melancholy light upon the forest.

crunch

snap

Rachel turned her head, to glance at the animal that was 'probably' just scuttling atop the snow and sees it.

Its looming figure emerges casting its elongated shadow upon her, coupled with its fractured cow skull and deer-like antlers.

It screeches, she runs.

She tries to run as fast as her tired weary legs could possibly take her but she couldn't outrun whatever it was.

It caught up to her quick and swiftly ripped her right hand clean off. She rightfully screamed and writhed trying desperately to get out of its sharp serrated fangs, if you could even call them that.

It pinned her to the ground with ease and took a savoured bite out of her abdomen, blood seeped out of the freshly exposed flesh. That seemed to entice it as It ripped her intestines apart and began mercilessly consuming them.

Skin, bones, organs. clothes.

everything.

There Rachel lay, intestines sprawled across the snow, organs half eaten, ribs exposed, legs broken, and neck snapped. All because she wanted to be seen as brave, she'd died alone and in pain.

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bella-jade-books · 5 months

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The Forest

I sprint as fast as my legs will carry me, hoping I'll make it out alive.

6 Hours Earlier:

I reach forward, turning the small knob on the stereo of the car as I drive down the winding road. The sun beams through the windshield of my dark blue car. I couldn't be more excited than I am right now. I'm finally going on my dream trip out to the Appalachian Trail. I'd spent a month or two preparing as I was only planning on being gone a week or two. Most of the time if I wasn't sitting down writing I was cleaning, eating, packing and analyzing. My car was packed full of supplies I would need: sleeping bag, compass, bug spray, cooking pan and utensils, my journal and shower supplies as well as a few jugs of water. I knew I could fill them back up along the many running streams throughout the area I would be in.

I'm thinking about how beautiful the views will be on my many planned hikes as I continue singing along to the music, switching one hand back to the wheel and using the other to roll the window all the way down.

Today was the hottest day of the week so far and I'm grateful for the setting sun. I'd get to my campsite at night, sleep then wake for my morning hike. Originally I planned on leaving at night and hiking just early enough that by the time I got to the top of Springer Mountain, the sun would be rising. I would enjoy the beautiful sight then sleep.

Unfortunately due to the spike in temperature I was stuck indoors until tonight when the heat wave stopped. The trip had been canceled over and over again due to severe weather. At first it was thunderstorms and then heat waves.

I'm hoping I'd be packed and gone before the forest fire warnings went out. It wasn't definite but if it were to happen, I surely didn't want to be here when the woods caught fire.

The music suddenly cuts out and my phone begins to vibrate. Grabbing my ear piece, I stick it in my ear and click the button.

"Hey Dad!" I say

I smile when I hear his deep and soothing voice on the other line.

"Hey kiddo, how's the journey so far?" Dad asks

"Going good so far. Traffic was backed up for an hour due to construction but after that it was a breeze."

Seeing the sign for my exit, I move off of the highway and onto the exit ramp, decreasing my speed as I get to the stop sign. Looking both ways, I continue forward after a moment, going straight through.

"Glad to hear it."

As happy as I am to hear his voice, I feel a pang of sadness as well. This was a trip we were supposed to go on together. Unfortunately about 2 weeks prior to the trip he broke his foot and was on bed rest by order of the doctor for at least the next month or so. I have a family friend spending time with him, keeping him company until I come back home. It hurt to leave without him but we both agreed that this was the best thing for me. I promised to take a lot of pictures and of course, to be careful. He tells me to have fun and I say I will and we end the call.

A few miles ahead and I pull off on a side road, heading to the parking area. Pulling into a spot, I park. Running the plan through my head yet again, I take the keys from the ignition, shoving them into my pocket and climbing out of the car. Heading for the trunk I grab the overstuffed bag I'd brought.

Grabbing it, I swing the pack over my shoulder putting one strap over my shoulder and then the other.

Time to go find my spot.

I head to the trail.

After about an hour, I turn and head deep into the woods. Looking for a level spot, it takes a bit and I stumble over a root or two but eventually I find a spot to set up my tent. Setting my pack down, I pull out a light with a stand and set it up. Grabbing a flashlight from my pack, I get to work grabbing twigs and stick for a decent fire. I grab by the armful, dumping it beside the previously used camp site.

Scooping up a few handfuls of leaves, I dump it about a dozen feet away. Grabbing my fire starter log and my torch, I place the log in the pit and ignite the torch. When the two make contact, a bright flame begins to appear and soon a stable fire burns. After clearing away everything and setting up, I'm exhausted and decide to skip the tent for the night. I'd been on a dozen camping trips using just a sleeping bag and a fire and enjoyed it quite a bit.

The birds continue to sing as they had since I'd arrived. I know soon it'll be replaced by the peaceful chorus of crickets. Lying my sleeping bag on the ground a dozen feet or so from the fire, I climb in and fall into a deep sleep.

I wake with a start when I hear a noise in the darkness. Freezing, I listen intently. Peeking slightly to the left, I see the fire had died. Grabbing ahold of the double bladed knife I'd brought, I wait. Hoping it may just be a curious animal or even a squirrel, I try to relax and go back to sleep.

Then I hear it.

It's unmistakable.

The sounds of footsteps.

It's close.

Best guess, 200 feet away.

I hear by heart racing but I do everything in my power to stay as still and quiet as possible.

I won't attack unless necessary.

If I did need to, whatever it was needed to get closer.

The sounds of sticks snapping at the weight of whatever this thing is, it makes me almost want to scream.

To startle it.

But as I hear it get closer, the blood freezes in my veins.

Breathing.

Whatever it is sounds large.

I can't take this thing down with a knife. Maybe I should just wait it out.

So I do, staying as still as I can as this thing moves closer. I feel like an idiot for letting the fire die out. I knew better, a foolish error due to exhaustion. One that might cost my life if this thing finds me. I listen as it breathes, stepping closer, the leaves crunching. Without light I can't tell what it is or if I'm truly in danger. So I wait. And wait.

Until finally it seems to lose interest and I hear it walk away.

Waiting a bit longer just to be safe, I toss another pack on the fire and a handful of thick tree branches and light the fire again.

Closing my eyes I do my best to relax. I didn't want to head back to the car in the dark with this thing walking around. It takes awhile but finally I manage to fall back asleep.

I wake again, startled out of my sleep. The fire is out again.

It shouldn't be out. That should've been enough for...

A chill runs down my spine.

The footsteps have returned.

It's back.

This time, it doesn't leave, whatever it is sounds like it's coming straight for me. I jump up, launching a large rock I had picked up. I don't hear it make contact...with anything.

The breathing becomes heavier.

Angrier.

Scrambling, I grab my flashlight and run. In moments, it rushes forward, right through where I'd just been standing, heading towards me. I sprint as fast as I can. I don't dare stop to point the light behind me.

Hopefully I can make it to the car.

I dodge a tree in the nick of time.

What is this thing?

Can I outrun it?

It sounds huge.

A bear?

Climbing a tree is out of the picture then. I have to get to the car.

I move the light back and forth in the the woods, looking for the path.

It should be right here.

I didn't head deeply in the woods, maybe a few hundred feet from the path. I headed in the same direction as before. What the hell is going on? It couldn't just disappear!

My breathing becomes heavier, my lungs ache. Branches cut and slice me as I run for my life.

It's getting closer.

I need to know.

I reach down, grabbing another large rock and duck behind a tree, throwing the rock S far as I can. The creature takes off after it and I breathe a sigh of relief and collapse against the tree, trying to ease my racing heart before it explodes.

Making my way through the trees yet again, I look for the path. Walking a dozen feet. Hundreds.

Nothing.

In any direction.

I'm lost.

Breathe, breathe.

I head for the campsite, but it's as if I'd been dropped off in a completely different location. I'm lost with nothing but my flashlight.

Then I hear it again.

Shining my light, I see nothing.

Just trees, rocks and leaves.

But I still hear it.

Without a better plan, I take off again, sure of the direction this time. It sprints behind me, catching up more and more with each passing leap it makes. Whatever it is, it isn't being the least stealthy anymore, snarling and yowling behind me. I run, my legs almost giving out. Jumping over a fallen long, I take a left, then a right, hoping it'll lose sight of me. It won't give up, even carelessly crashing into bushes and trees, snapping off branches, unfazed. I can hear it all.

I'm never going to see my Dad again. He's going to be alll alone. What if he never finds out what happened to me? Will it really kill me?

It's even closer now, almost on my heels. I see a hill, with no choice I rush down trying as hard as I can not to fall, but I trip and roll with a scream. It's coming up behind me, shrieking with joy. Desperate to protect myself, I tuck my knees into my chest, using my arms to shield myself as best as possible.

It's screaming now.

I feel blinding pain.

Then... there's just nothing.

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anicarissi · 6 months

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I recently learned the hardcover of HIDE AND DON’T SEEK: AND OTHER VERY SCARY STORIES is now in its 3rd printing, which set my heart aflutter like an attic filled with bats. Thank you, librarians, educators, booksellers, and readers! 🦇🖤 If you don’t have one yet, you can also find it in paperback or ebook—Carolina Godina’s full-page illustrations are absolutely gorgeous in all three. (And the audio version has multiple talented narrators!)

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just-phils-things · 1 year

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Watch ""We Escaped A Haunted House, But I Think Something Is Wearing My Wife's Skin." #r/nosleep Stories" on YouTube

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Freaky Friday story time r/nosleep story

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seanthescreenwriter · 1 year

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THE ANNIVERSARY (Short, Horror - 10 pages)

LOGLINE: After communicating with his dead wife through a ouija board while staying at a secluded cabin, a man returns on their anniversary in hopes that he'll get to meet with her one last time.

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Let’s kickstart this new blog of mine with my newest piece of work THE ANNIVERSARY, a short horror screenplay I had written over my vacation in a secluded cabin in the mountains of Colorado.

You know what that means, right?

While I left the cabin with my sanity still intact, I had also completed a short 10-page screenplay based on my location as a fun challenge for myself to get some writing done while away.

This script went through various rewrites, starting with John taunting the ouija board with no background information.

Eventually I added in the dead wife, May, who is contacted via the ouija board. From there I included a second character, Brett, who was a friend of John’s. Originally the two were on vacation to take John’s mind off of his dead wife, where they find the ouija board that John soon obsesses over.

After yet another rewrite, I took Brett out altogether and left it as a one-character-script (technically two characters, but May’s Demon doesn’t count).

The ending was something I’d always find as a personal hell. You escape from something horrifying only to continue on and on without any memory of ever going anywhere. Going in circles, cursed to live in fear forever, as well as a dark, depressing abyss where you never see the light of day again.

Anyway, enjoy!

Stay spooked!

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alandrasella · 2 years

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Oliver Glunt Part 1

Chapter 1: The unknown tail

Not knowing if today was the day he would face his inevitable death. Oliver Glunt ran through the halls of the mansion. The taunting heavy footsteps behind him grew louder. No matter how fast or far he ran they only seemed to move closer.

Suddenly his legs could take no more and gave out, as he fell he could see a black figure nearly standing above him, but he never touched the ground.

Somehow Oliver was no longer in the walls of his mansion he was in the empty cold grasp of the ocean. The feeling of helplessness washing over him. Unable to yell or move his thin body's once fierce will to survive had now vanished.

Suddenly an alluring brown skinned young woman with long coily hair gracefully swam towards him. Grabbing his waist she smiled as she carried him out of the water onto the shore of what appeared to be an island.

The woman wiggled a bit before standing up and dragging her new discovery further onto the sandy beach of the island.

Oliver's body appeared to be lifeless, his lips were as blue as the night sky, and his once Rosy beige skin was now pasty pale. The young woman had a slight look of concern, but it quickly washed away as she began to sing a harmonious song that could make even the god of war fall to his knees.

Almost immedtely Oliver arose jerking up, and

spitting out waterfalls of water that seemed to have been lodged inside of his lungs. The curly haired young man who should have been declared deceased was now revived and vomiting.

Realizing what had just occured, the shivering wet Oliver staggered to stand up. The alluring young woman began to swiftly walk back towards the ocean her hips swaying so elegantly it appeared to have hypnotized the confused oliver; snapping out of the spell, the thankful young man shouted at the woman "Wait what's your name!"

She stopped for a split second slightly turning her head as if considering an answer, then disregarding the distraught young man she continued walking away unswerving.

Not knowing what to do the now revived Oliver ran after her, but it was to late as she had already dived back into the depths of the ocean. Confused and alone Oliver shouted at the water with the slightest hint of fear in his mellow tone, but to no avail.

Turning back towards the island it was spacious with the beach leading to endless amounts of jungle. The young man couldn't fathom how or why he had arrived to such a destination.

Despite his racing mind, feeling that the small leather satchel his grandmother had given him last year for his 17th birthday, miraclously remained stuck to his body allowed space for relief.

Interestingly enough all the items in the satchel were dry including the empty pages of his grandmother's owl embossed journal. In fact everything was oddly enough in perfect condition.

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