Tag: Horror

100 Word Story – Cave Note (Part One)

This cave is a lot deeper than I originally thought. I’m starting to have a bad feeling about following this through all the way.

There was something in my gut that was telling me to turn back, to run away and ignore that note I found. The dark, eerie sounds of water dripping from the cave ceiling, the creeping shadows from the lit torches on the walls, the twists and turns around every corner—everything felt like a trap. But I, in good conscience, couldn’t go back.

I needed to know if there really was a girl trapped in here.


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100 Word Story – Stress Reliever (Finale)

Finished tending his wounds, Mizue threw a towel across her husband’s body to catch any blood that trickled out. As she placed it she glanced at her husband, their eyes meeting only inches away. His eyes were drowning in tears, from pain, from anger, from his reality as a meat puppet for a murderous wife.

Mizue watched the tears trickle down his face, her cold gaze seeming to make the tears slow down or freeze entirely. Giving into temptation, she leaned over and dragged her tongue across his face, lapping up the warm tears.

“I never loved you,” she whispered.


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100 Word Story – Stress Reliever (Part Four)

Her fists slowly became covered in blood as Mizue kept whaling away at the bound husband; old bruises and welts became fresh with marks, stitched wounds began to open, and the man’s cries and pleas were muffled from the cloth in his mouth.

With her arms getting tired and needing a moment to catch her breath, Mizue punched him one last time in the jaw, dislodging a tooth. She backed away and rested her bloodied hands on her hips, mumbling, “God, that was a stress reliever.”

She looked back at her battered husband in disgust, I gotta patch him up.


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100 Word Story – Stress Reliever (Part Three)

Reaching into her bra Mizue pulled out a silver key and unlocked the guest bedroom door. As the door opened, she felt around on the wall and flicked a switch to turn on the bright ceiling lights.

The entire room lacked furniture except for a bed in the far corner, and windows that were boarded up with planks of wood. On top of the bed was a man, bound by his wrists and ankles to the bed frame. Gagged with a dark cloth, all he could do was stare in fright as Mizue approached him.

“Hello, husband. Feeling any better?”


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100 Word Story – Stress Reliever (Part Two)

Mizue already had her heels off before reaching the house, leaving them right by the door once she got inside; she stretched and felt her body crack all over.

“I’m home,” she called out, heading for the kitchen area. The house was silent, no response or reply coming to her. She opened the fridge and pulled out a beer, using the bottle opener magnet on the fridge door, “Huh. He must be asleep.”

Mizue walked to the main hallway, stopping in front of the steps. She took a sip of beer and grabbed the railing, Let’s go wake him up.


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100 Word Story – Stress Reliever (Part One)

The cries of the crows signaled the end of the day, the sun beginning its slow descent behind the horizon. The city’s inhabitants were finishing up their business in town, gathering around and crowding the train stations and bus stops to go home. Luckily for Mizue, she managed to find a seat as soon as the train doors opened.

Letting her shoulders drop, Mizue let out a mental sigh, trying to forget about the stress from the office, the gentle rocking of the moving train easing her mind.

I need a vacation from that place, too much pressure on me.


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Legends of the Dark – Home Improvement (Part Two)

From the quick walk-though, I was already mentally calculating all of the expenses and amount of time it would be before this house project would be complete. I could hear the floorboard squeaking beneath my boots with every step–this home improvement would be worth the wait.

When I got to the second floor, I noticed a hatch in the ceiling. Darren and I didn’t see it before, nor did the realtor mention it at all. What the hell was it doing here and what could possibly be up there?

And more importantly, who the hell was running around up there while this house was being worked on? 

Part of me wondered if this was intentionally left out and hidden, possibly hiding some kind of secret.

I paused for a moment, waiting to hear something from Darren. His voice didn’t call out for a minute or so.

I called out again. No answer.

Legends of the Dark: Child at Play (Finale)

This was going to be the end of it, the end of Melissa. I never have imagined in my entire life that I would witness such a horrific thing, and have to be a part of it. Part of me wondered what would have happened if I never noticed her not coming into the classroom. 

It all started when I saw her eating away at the squirrel’s body while behind that bush. So many of the other children play pretend back there, acting like a hiding spot for their little games. None of what I saw today could ever have been make-believe. 

And I was the one who had to end it all, to end the life of a child. There was nobody else around, and my actions were exposed right on the playground. There’s no way they would have believed me when they came and found me staring down at a dead body.

Might as well go all-out. 

What if the real Melissa was still aware of everything that has occurred? What if she was consciously aware of everything she’s done but had no control over it?

This whole event—seeing her hiding behind the bush, looking a the squirrel’s head on the ground, hitting her with the bat—everything felt like one long nightmare.

With that in mind I brought the bat up over my head.

100 Word Story – Pizza

Tommy looked at the address listed on the pizza box: 15-90 Maple Drive. Making sure he didn’t miss it he slowly walked up the sidewalk, in the late-spring breeze, carefully reading off the numbers on every passing mailbox. When he found the one that was marked “15-90,” he walked up the cobblestone walkway and knocked on the door.

After knocking again, this time with more force behind it, the door slowly creaked open. He stuck his head in a bit, announcing “pizza delivery.” Still, no response from inside the house.

Curious, he took a step into the dark, empty house.


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Under the Bed

I didn’t hear him come in; he was completely silent. The only reason why I even noticed that somebody walked into the room was the creaking of the broken floorboards—he stepped right on the one floorboard that needed to be replaced. When I heard the loud squeaking sound, I rolled out of bed and went under it, squeezing myself in as far as I could.

“Where the hell did that little brat go?” he grumbled with anger. His heavy boots crashed into the squeaking boards with every step, obviously making himself present in the room.

He walked over to the bed and stopped. The front of his boots were covered in a red spatter, a faint smell of iron coming off of them. Fear overwhelmed me, my vision starting to get blurry and my heartbeat pounding in my ear drums. The urge to scream out for help again was strong, but I bit down on my mouth as a precaution in case I unknowingly did it. Please don’t let him look under the bed.

The boots stood there for a moment, just a few inches away from me. The man grunted and the boots turned around, walking to the other side of the room. My sight was cut off from the bed, but all I could see was up to his waist now. In one of his back pockets there was a small, clover-shaped charm hanging out.

He has my car keys! How am I suppose to get out of here now?

He started for the closet, his boots stopping right in front of the door. Just from hearing the loud snaps, I could tell that the door was suddenly yanked from its hinges and fell right to the ground. “Where are ya, girl? I’m getting real tired of looking. Come out now, and maybe I’ll go easy on ya.”


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Hoshige

Hoshige brought me out here to talk about something. I asked him what was the problem, but he just kept quiet, wanting to talk about it once we were isolated. He’s been acting strange the last few days.

I brought along a couple beers to help ease into discussion. Even though Hoshige and I go way back, he still has trouble opening up about certain things. When he told me that he wanted to speak in private, his face was rather tired and stressed out.

I hope his usual lifestyle didn’t finally catch up to him.

“Everything okay at home, Hoshige?”

“I wish everything was okay.”

Finally giving in, he sighed and shrugged, “Sorry. Thing have just been… strange lately.”

100 Word Story – Scissors

My legs felt numb, absolutely no sensation whatsoever. I couldn’t even feel the cold sting of the shackles around my ankles. My brain commanded my toes to try and wiggle but got no response or movement. My breathing started picking up, my heavy breaths seeming to echo in my ears. My sight started going hazy, everything rocking from side to side. In the distance I could hear a pair of shoes approaching me.

I lifted my head up and saw a young girl coming to me, massive, rusty scissors in her hand.

“It’s time for your operation, Mother. Lie still!”


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