Tag: Horror

100 Word Story – Buried

I left the shovel stuck into the dirt, letting my foot rest on one of the edges. I unrolled the sleeves of my blouse, ignoring the red strains and dirt caking my palms. I took a moment to look over the last few hours of my work, realizing the striking pain in my spine.

I could hear my entire back crack free of stress when I leaned back, “Jesus, that felt great.”

I brought my chest back up, fixing my posture, and looked at the dirt in front of me. I still had work to finish: hiding my husband’s grave.

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100 Word Story – Approach

Something was behind me, I could feel its hot breath hitting the back of my neck as it groaned. Its cold, clammy hand rested on my shoulder, I could feel a faint, irregular heartbeat coming from the palm. We both stood still for a moment. From my years of traveling I easily recognized the sensation, so I was rather surprised when the thing didn’t make an attempt on my life.

I didn’t bother turning around when I spoke, “What do you want, you living undead?”

When it spoke its voice was raspy and struggled forming words, “C-C-Come with me, S-Silvana.”

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Legends of the Dark: Child at Play (Part Four)

Now was the time I had to decide what my next plan of action would be. From the way things were going, it was starting to become obvious that Melissa couldn’t go back to being a normal girl, that she was no longer a normal human.

I had to see her in a new, darker kind of aspect. I started to have twisted thoughts as she was twisting her body back into place. There were so many things that didn’t make sense, but it didn’t matter right now.

Right now, I had to save myself.

Looking at the door was a mistake. When I looked back at the tree, Melissa was gone.

My eyes scanned every leaf on that tree, keeping a lookout for the slightest of movement. Everything remained still.

Whoever Melissa was beforehand, that little-girl identity, no longer existed. In its place was a monster trapped inside the body of a child.

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100 Word Story – News

A real reporter would never do what I am about to do. My journalistic integrity is completely in question by doing this, but my morals are telling me to take this as far as possible—the desire to make the most out of this situation and prolong it as much as possible.

“Please, please, just let me go! I-I swear I won’t tell the police!” he cried. He shook his arms with ferocity, begging for me to remove the shackles.

I brought the axe over my head, lining up the shadow with his leg, “Not yet. You’re my money maker.”

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100 Word Story – Parents

I am never going to be one of them, even if it drives me to insanity. No matter how much they try and force me to meld into their twisted and wicked mindset, I could never understand why they found so much joy out of what they did.

Bodies being ripped limb by limb, organs being harvested and collected, even heads exploding just to watch them pop. Every time I was forced to witness such events I threw up my food from earlier in the day.

I vowed to never follow in my parents’ footsteps, I’ll stop them by myself.

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100 Word Story – Ghostly Investigation

I had just four days remaining, and I’ve barely made any progress since the last update. Nakamura went away on his business trip, but he left behind a few noteworthy places that I could float around for more clues. The only bad part is now I have to possess somebody entirely different—a complete stranger.

“Fuck.”

Just the thought of it made me feel guilty about my newly acquired talents. I’ve taken possession of Nakamura only three times, but he was willing to do it. But regardless, I had to do it.

I needed to find out who killed me.

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Legends of the Dark: Child at Play (Part Three)

This was going to be my end, right here in this bush behind the school yard. I could imagine the news headlines the day after they find my body: Young Teacher Unidentifiable Due to Missing Face, Eaten Alive.

This bush wasn’t going to let me go anytime soon. These small twigs were prodding me all over, making it more and more painful to move around. My arms were getting weak from supporting myself up. Melissa kept her eyes on me, and I didn’t want to look back.

If I did, all I would see is the bloody face of a monster.

My face would have probably shredded apart with ease if those fangs dug into me. I forced that graphic thought out of my mind—I had to focus on trying to get out of the bush, and away from her.

Mouth salivating and getting onto her feet Melissa let out a loud, blood-curdling growl and leaped up into the tree.

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100 Word Story – Medical

I am awake, but I don’t feel anything, was all I could think at the time. My lips wouldn’t move no matter how much I wanted them to; my mouth made no sound whatsoever. The only thing I could hear was my panicking heartbeat and the rapid inhales and exhales from my nose. I rolled my eyes down as far as I could to see what was happening.

There was a flashing light beaming in my eyes, slowly traveling down until it faded out. Behind it was a silver surgical tool—a scalpel.

I couldn’t move.

But the surgeon could.

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100 Word Story – Power Tools

We were finally done—Marcel took off his face mask. There was a fine line between where the splatter reached his face and how everything just below his nose was still untouched. His eyes looked at the massacre on the table then at me.

His hands were still shaking violently even after dropping the buzz saw, “Okay, it’s your turn. Go get the bag and clean up.”

My body was stuck on the other side of the room, refusing to move. I kept shaking my head, tears flooding out of my eyes.

“We just chopped up a guy’s dead body!”

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Legends of the Dark: Child at Play (Part Two)

This wasn’t a kid anymore; I was looking at something much different. A normal kid would have been climbing through the tree, acting like the bushes were walls to a fortress that they were trying to sneak into.

How long was she back here like this? How did the other kids not notice her back here? More importantly, how the hell did she even get like this?

This wasn’t my student–this was a monster.

As hesitant as I was, I forced myself to lean over and look behind the bush. That’s when I got my answers, but a new question arose: Why?

Part of me wished I didn’t.

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Legends of the Dark: Child at Play (Part One)

That’s not a normal child. Children are always running around playing some kind of made-up game. Children laugh and have fun making new friends and having new experiences. Seeing a child barely interacting with others is a big disheartening, something not normal.

But what I saw that day… What I saw was anything but normal. It was horrific, graphic, bizarre–something a child shouldn’t be doing.

She can’t be a child, she just can’t be!

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Legends of the Dark – Cellar Chills

Yukiko felt the blood tricking out from her arm, ignoring her nerves screaming out in pain—her hand still had a tight grip around the pair of scissors. Her hair, flipped over and hanging down like a curtain, blocked all sight of her face, forcing her to watch the ground as she inched down the dead-end cellar. Her fingers started getting anxious, twirling the scissors around one of her fingers.

Her breath came out as thick mist as she spoke, “You have no idea how much I’ve been waiting to do this. I never actually tried this out on somebody.”

The young man couldn’t control the shivering that wrapped his entire body, partly from enduring the bitter bite of the fifty-eight degree cellar, and from the overwhelming fear that ate away at him. Even though he didn’t sustain too many injuries to cripple his ability to walk, his legs violently shook and made him come crashing back to the titled flooring anytime he tried to get back on his feet. The only thing that kept the small gap between him and the approaching woman was him clawing at the ground, trying to pull himself back further and further down to the other side of the cellar. He was afraid to try and look back behind him; he was afraid that if he looked away, the woman would vanish and take his life without even being seen. He would soon realize that he trapped himself in a corner.

The woman, Yukiko, continued spinning the scissors on her finger, her mind focused on the situation at hand. She lifted her head, sweeping her hair to the side, allowing just her right eye to be visible. Bloodshot, it rapidly darted around to get a complete scope of the hallway: windowless, freshly painted white walls, and a single vent in the ceiling. The faint humming a central cooling unit came from above. Every now and then the heel on Yukiko’s shoes would come down hard and echo.

“Aren’t you glad that I finally decided to come talk to you, one-to-one?” Yukiko asked, her voice calm and relaxed. The scissors spun at incredible speeds, eventually coming off of her fingers and went flying straight down the cellar, passing just inches away from the man’s cheeks, and wedging into the back wall. She saw the reaction in the young man’s face, his eyes widening, and his body locking up. Yukiko felt a smile crept across her face, “What’s wrong? You’re acting like you’ve just had a near-death experience.”