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“Are you coming tonight?”
Amber looked up from her book, slightly startled by the abrupt question. “What?”
“Are you coming?” Klia questioned again excitedly, literally bouncing up and down on the couch. “To the Halloween party at the Shinsei Temple tonight! It’s completely free, no admission fees or food sales whatsoever! And everything is funded by the Goddess herself!”...
Rain droplets covered his bedroom window; some rolled down the glass quickly, while some didn't move at all. Sinclair viewed the distorted world beyond those tiny beads of water and wondered how people could be so stupid not to see his deceptions and to thereby not witness the true evil that lurked inside of his soul. The Eisenhauer silver dollar rolled over his knuckles quickly and effortlessly; around and around it wen...
I looked at the dashboard clock. It read 7 P.M. and I felt the tiredness of a long day. Stiff and painful when I moved my body, I was seriously considering quitting my job as a taxi driver. I was tired not only physically, but mentally as well. No excitement. Just demanding, dull rides. Except for the nice lady I pick up every Wednesday evening. Loves to talk. Talks about many things. A nice woman. If I could only remem...
The Sign Of Numbers“Sir, We have just had an urgent call from Interpol, and the Superintendent wants you and the Sergeant in his office now!"“Alright, Constable, thanks, we’ll be right there!” Inspector Albright replied.“Good morning gentlemen, I’ve just received a Red notice from Interpol stating they need Scotland Yard’s help.” Said the Superintendent.” “There’s an international gang of antique thieves se...
"I'm never going out with you again" Sara said. 'You really scared the shit out of me'. Danny didnt apologize, he never did though. Danny was prone to this type of shit. Haunted locations, graveyards, the typical stuff "thrill seekers" get into.
Sara was the opposite however, she liked to stay home and get her scares through the t.v., 23 years old and this was her first time doing anything like this. Danny was t...
“Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder” I’d never tried the drink before. After the shit week I’d had an Iberian style bar in the middle of a bombed out downtown Tokyo seemed the perfect opportunity. “Coming right up.” The bartender was pretty in that generically androgynous j-pop way that had become globally popular towards the end of the last decade. In fact most of the crowd in the small bar were all of the same type. ...
The dinner was scheduled for 6:30 Amy had arrived on time. She thought it wrong to eat before her mysterious date appeared so she wiated. She scans the place impressed by the chandelier design . She hadn't known her suspect to be a romantic or classy, because this was the most fancy restaurant she'd ever been. Her waitress walked by with a smile like she was in on the conspiracy but part of her job for the night...
I woke up in a complete panic. I felt every single drop of sweat diving down my body, from head to toe. I could feel the pressure of the heavy breathing on my lungs, and it came so rapidly. I couldn’t believe myself, the part of me that told me everything would be alright.
Then, it all began to calm. Even though it was happening slowly, I could feel the difference dramatically. My breath was becoming more...
THE PERSON in that picture was him. It was him, I know it. It must be him, and no one else. No one else has the same face as him in this small Pennsylvanian borough. I flipped the photograph and there was a name written on the back: Kathryn Bellevue. But I still doubt it was him who did that.I LET out three loud poundings on her possibly repainted apartment door. For those who are curious by how I knew it was indeed repainted: I could smell it, hence my assumption. I gasped as I stood there, waiting for her. I...
Three times. That is the number of times Kira had a dream about the same place.
It was a frozen lake, with the ice in chunks, where cold black water seeped through the cracks. A strange, almost purple fog would always hang over the dream’s setting.
The first time Kira was there, wilderness surrounded the lake, with seemingly no one around. She was quite young back then and had been running ...
Kyle Kinkade studied the metal box in his hands and frowned. It was different than the others he had located that afternoon while geocaching around Lake Marburg. Instead of a small Tupperware container, this one was a gray metal box, about the size of a cigarillo tin. Opening the metal box, he saw a polaroid photograph inside. The picture was of a woman. She was pretty in that girl-next-door type of way, with long red hair and bright green eyes. Her face held a curious yet suspicious gaze as if whoever captured the photo had surprised her...
No, god not again. My eyes snap open, interrupting once again my not so peaceful sleep.
I know what is happening, it has happened countless times before, this one is no different. I am laying in my bed, my back is touching the soft mattress underneath me while my face can only look towards the white ceiling above me. My body is perfectly straight, like a yardstick, and I know for a fact that I didn’t slee...
The DreamA murky day. The sky is painted in shades of gray. I sniffed a whiff of moist soil. The dry red brick walls dampened soaking up the secret droplets in the wet breeze. The smooth red-oxide floor began giving me goosebumps. I ran out the door, off the lawn, and launched on the rusty iron gate. The feeble slanting gate gasped and shrieked as I swung, torquing mercilessly with one foot on the ground. The trees turned darker and the road grew eerie. I stared far down the dust...
I got a text from my friend, telling me to watch this creepy video that was just posted on this website I wasn’t familiar with. It seemed sketchy though my impulses acted anyway. I plop my laptop on my queen sized bed and close my door, turning the lights off behind me. I need a good scare anyway, besides how scary could it be? I've seen the green inferno, it was more gross than terrifying though still my point wa...
The mysterious picture with the scribbled date on the back was found during one of my many junk drawer treasure hunts. I think every house has a drawer like that. The one place where people toss odds and ends inside, soon to be forgotten. In our house that bottom drawer was always hard to open. A sticky kind of drawer that took lots of jiggling, wiggling, with two hands and a foot on the cupboard for leverage type of pulling to get it to budge an inch. When it finally gave way, the force woul...
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