Bert found the hole when he went out back to mow the lawn. It hadn't been there before. It was a fairly small hole , about a foot wide , which led him to believe that a gopher might be responsible.
"Damn gopher!" he muttered.
He adjusted his Dodgers cap , and went into the shed...
He woke to the sound of falling rain. He lay there , not wanting to get up , letting it sooth him , as it had when he was a boy. It was after midnight. All was quiet , but for the rain , and the white noise static coming from the television , which cast a ghostly blue light...
It was three minutes before midnight on Saturday. Me and my brother sat on the couch in our living room as the fire died down before us. Our parents were out for the evening, as usual, and we were forced to fend for ourselves in all things. As my eyes closed and my head drooped...
Once we were back on the motorway, we didn't speak for a few minutes, I think we were both trying to process what had just happened. It wasn't just the situation. but I mean...there was NO lights at all, it looked like a small little village form what we could make out yet...
so I was in bed and the room was dark no lights and a little cold.
When the heat was turned up.
Then It was around 3 or 2 am.
I was barely asleep then I saw this moving person In the dark.
I couldn't tell If It was a man or a women or a person?
It was a horrifying...
You know when you're a kid, and most horror stories are the same..Either a Blood thirsty monster, an old haunted house and some stupid kids, or some bimbo who decides to go into the room where the noise is coming from while babysitting! The one I'm about to...
I see horrific visions in dark dreams and
I believe in insanity
The enslavement of humanity
Causing a dillema of callosity
A disconsolate atrocity
Collusion,a one world society
Conoclast becoming reality
Open eyes yet still unseen
With open arms mankind will plead
A little girl’s parents went out for a business dinner so they hired a babysitter to watch her.
“Can I have some ice cream?” the little girl, Holly asked after supper.
“Sure” the babysitter, Beatrice said. “Where’s the freezer?”
“In the basement, so are the...
"Pete , I told you to turn the television off before you came to bed!" Sally said.
"Then what is that I hear?"
Your big mouth? he was tempted to say.
Grumbling , Pete sat up on the edge of the bed. Switching on his bed side lamp , he distinctly said ,"Son of a...
Clothhanger abortions,rotting phetus flesh
Remains of guts my tongue carresses
Torrid muscles I lust to chew and
tasting filth of human stew
Sucking the boiled fat from a straw
Gushing the eyeballs,on thick tongues I gnaw
Saving the liver for some more fun
Bowels of discharge,a...
Hatchet man,hatchet man
grinding your axe
One thousand victoms
with one thousand wacks
Choppidy chop and hackidy hack
Off comes another head
thrown in his sack
A student of Cain
on a brutal attack
Hatchet man,hatchet man
Grind down that axe
Hatchet man,hatchet man
I have awakened from my slumber
In ragged clothes soaking in blood
I tear the throats of mortal beings and
leave their remains in the mud
Secrets of the Neverworld are
seen through unknown eyes
Reflections of forbidden truths
This blackened mirror never lies
I live in many...
I keep thinking about the night my mother died , what my uncle said , and what happened after that , the unspeakable crime I committed. I doubt you will understand when I tell you that I did it out of love. You will probably think I'm crazy , and you would be right to...
until this past week. I thought it would be gory and to much to handle for me but its AMAZING. The only downside is that I have to much empathy and get attached to character to much. So instead of being scared I'm always crying.
The Darkness came for me when I was six.
Ever since that night I had always been terrified of the dark , sleeping with the lights on , and when I got older , popping caffeine pills like candy because i was afraid to close my eyes. I knew there was nothing to be afraid of...
I never get tired of horror stories. This one genre of books that really sucks me in. I will seriously forget where I am if I'm reading a good enough (and scary enough) book. I like dark and mysterious things, in general. If Im reading a really good horror story I won't be...
brown hawk with huge, yellow eyes was devouring a squirrel it had killed only moments ago. He tore the squirrel’s bloody guts out of it’s stomach and proceeded to eat them very slowly, wanting to enjoy every last bit of his disgusting meal. After all the guts were eaten, he...
I wrote this story while staying at the Victory mission in Springfield. It was a Saturday afternoon , and it rained all day , so we were not forced to wander the streets while they closed the dorms. I wrote two that day.This was based on a dream.I don't know what caused the...