Write about a mysterious figure in one’s neighborhood.
Posted in Horror on Oct 26, 2022
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“Fat Head” by Kendall Defoe
(Author's note: I have decided to use my real name after this story, since I have now reached fifty stories on this page. xox) My house is at the end of the street, really a cul-de-sac, so when I used to play outside we were surrounded by all of those neighbours we knew for years, and the kids were all the ones who lived around there and knew each other. It was perfect for all of us and then it w...
“Reflection” by 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙞 ☾
I tightly held my mum’s hand and lead her to my room. The lights had gone off and the dark always scared me. Every tick of the clock would make my heartbeat even faster. It felt like every second it got darker and darker. The bedroom was just tidy enough to show that I cared about the space and just messy enough to show that I was able to let her creativity roam free. My mum gently tucked me into bed and kissed me on the forehead.“Mumma, can you sing a lullaby for me?”“A lullaby? Aren’t you a bit too old for those?”“N...
“The Butterfly House” by Jon Casper
The Butterfly HouseThe realty agent’s smiling face on the “For Sale” sign had long ago eroded into a grotesque caricature. One foggy morning, the residents of Willow Brook Lane watched with wide eyes from behind their curtains as that very agent pulled up in front of the old Carson house — the house that over the years had itself become a grotesque caricature. The flecked paint, boarded windows, and weedy lawn belied the quaint Victorian’s better days. It was something quite unusual when someone stopped there now.<...
“The Lost One” by Marilena Pairi
Frightened. That’s the only thing Amelia could feel as her tired eyes looked outside her wet, rain-tapped window to the old apartment building across the street and saw once again that familiar yellow light from the sixth-floor switch on. Soon enough, a dark, enigmatic shadow arose against it. A shadow that the past week had Amelia feeling paralyzed with fear. Every night, as the pale crescent moon ro...
“Betrayed due to selfishness” by Melody Frost
TW: murder Every human in this selfish world has varied perspectives and expresses distinct emotions. Anger which is a salience member of it is one of the commonly manifested emotions. ** Rumors in the neighborhood began spreading like wildfire about Blake Romero, who remained as an enigma. Soon, the media started to flood at Winsle Falls. A corpse found inside a 3-feet barrel that was not far apart from Winsle Falls remained a mystery. It has been nearly a month since the death of Stephen Walt...
“The Radley Place” by Katharine Widdows
TRIGGER WARNING: injury detail, arson, suicide, murder. ‘The sign’s down at the Radley place.’ Lucy picked up the spoon the waitress had brought and dug into her tropical sundae.‘Really? Is that why your aura is so muddy? Disappointed?’ Helen followed suit, attacking her banana split in its creamy middle.‘I’d do anything for my parents to buy that place. But that For Sale sign is down. The timing couldn’t be worse. They were going to put in an offer tomorrow, the price has fin...
“Dad's Gone” by Colin Devonshire
“Oh, mum, can’t I watch TikToc a little longer?” asked Patsy. “You’ve got school tomorrow. After this long break, aren’t you excited to see your friends? I want you asleep before I leave for work.” “You’re leaving me alone tonight?” “Darling, you know I must go back to work. You are a teenager now, not a baby,” said Hathai Chantawan, Patsy’s mother. Chantawan was not her legal name. Fifteen years ago...
“Grape Soda” by Annalisa D.
Annette looked like an angel sitting in a windowsill on the third floor of her sprawling gothic mansion. Her pale sickly skin, long golden hair, and glacier eyes gave her a porcelain doll appearance. I could and did watch her for hours from my hiding spot behind the pink rose bushes that fenced in her lush green yard. Often, she stared out the window in a dreamy way. Sometimes her eyes would fall in my direction and my breath would catch in my throat forming a hard lump that I could barely manage to swa...
“Newcomer on 4th Street” by Ruth Smith
No one knew anything about him, that man that showed up last Spring. He had purchased the Mainsfield house, which had been vacant for at least 10 years. Most people in town didn't even know his name, they referred to him as “that newcomer on 4th Street.”Jack, from the Hardware Store, knew him a little better than most. Mr. Cromwell was a regular at the Store, buying various supplies and tools a person would get when fixing up a house. One week it would be paint and paintbrushes, along with a drop cloth and som...
“the cursed lady” by Aisa M
That afternoon she asked him, ‘Do you remember the cursed lady?’ It was the type of question she asked him randomly. An idea or memory that suddenly came in passing, probably triggered by something or someone. Her voice was animated. The one she unconsciously used when she was excited about something.The two were sitting opposite each other at a table in a coffee shop. Apart from the acoustic music in the background and the occasional grind of the coffee machine, the place was pretty quiet. It was a Monday afternoon. Qui...
“The Witch of Bayberry Avenue” by M.A. Williams
She was known as Old Lady Dodson, or sometimes The Witch to the kids around the neighborhood. Nobody actually knew if her last name was Dodson though. That was just the name that was on her mailbox. No one had ever been brave enough to find out. She lived alone in the old run-down house at the end of the cul-de-sac on Bayberry Avenue. Timmy Harris claimed that shortly after she moved into the neighborhood, h...
“My first muse” by Scott Skinner
Of the thirty-four summers of my life, that one was the most revealing and the one that comes back to me most often, because it was then that I realized that the subject is more important than the picture. I am a photographer. My job is to capture moments worth remembering. The older I get, the more I think about this Diane Arbus quote, "Lately, I've been struck with how I really love what you can't see in a photograph." I have the pictures I took of Mr. Gorey that summer hidden in a folder within a folder within a...
“The Man Across the Street” by Phoebe DeNeve
"Why does that man look sad?" I've been asking that question to my friends and family since the man moved to the neighborhood when I was 12. The answer for the question was always the same: "Some people are just sad, Amy." However, no matter how many times I was told that, the answer wasn't enough for me, so I kept asking. I would sit on the book-nook, and peer out the window, trying to catch a glimp...
“The Lost Alpha” by Athena Ember Antigone
"Anna hurry up, we're going to be late!" Sall yells. "I'm coming, geez," I yell back. "I don't like that tone, Missie," she says as I run down the stairs. She's already at the door holding it open. Her black veil is blowing in the cold autumn breeze, matching the pace of her dark dress. Not exactly the dress I'd choose to wear to my husband's funeral. With lase more for dec...
“Commander Fletcher” by Jj Gomez
“Pete, run the counter while I’m-Pete!”Pete’s father’s voice managed to cut through the music. Pete pulled his headphones out of his ears. He was sitting in the backroom. He looked around the corner and called into the shop proper, “Yeah, Dad?”“Watch the counter while I go get us lunch,” his father, August said, already starting towards the front door. He was tall man, with iron-colored hair. Muscular, but he wasn’t going to be on any swimsuit colanders thanks to that beer belly of his. Even so, most of...
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