Tag: Suspense

Playing with the Dead

May the passed rest in peace. Thy has no right to disturb those from their eternal slumber. Restless souls will rise up and roam through the gates of purgatory and seek vengeance on who desecrated their resting place.  

One’s intentions may be pure and without malicious intent. However, that would make one look like a fool in the eyes of the dead. 

“Conjuring up spirits isn’t something we shouldn’t even be thinking about!”

Story Preview: Kazumi (Working Title)

For those of you who read my little sum-up of February so far, you saw this coming. For those who didn’t it’s just a bigger surprise!

As promised, here’s a sample of the story I was working on before I became sick. Feel free to leave your opinions and ideas in the comments or email them if you’d like. All feedback is appreciated!

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“Hmm. I have a feeling that the main character is going to be put through something that will require him to sacrifice something. That’s how the plot seems to be leading itself.”

The tiny girl flipped the pages of her obviously over-sized novel. In comparison to her tiny body the book could have acted like a small divider that protected everything below her neck. Book propped up against her legs and her narrow fingers traveling along as she read the words Violet carefully read her novel: The Unfortunate Life of Mr. Takeshi. Those who knew about that book we’re at least the age of twenty-one, legal adults who wouldn’t dare pick up the book unless they wanted to have nightmares for the following month.

Young Kazumi kept her excitement for such horrors on a tight leash as he eyes darted across the aging pages. She was the sole collector of the unedited edition before it was released for a general publishing first edition.

As she lost herself in the vivid description of graphic gore, shredded limbs and torn body parts Kazumi had to constantly regain her immersion into her horrific novel after hearing all of the other children running around and having fun.

Kazumi tilted her head to the side to see the dozens of children running on the playground, “What’s so fun about running around a yard and screaming your head off? If anything, you’ll just get a sore throat and a headache afterwards.” She hid back behind her book and let out a disappointed sigh before continuing her reading.

Kazumi was obviously different from the rest of the elementary school students. While most of them enjoyed burning out their absurdly high amount of energy, jumping across imaginary lava pits, playing fake gun wars with their fingers, or just climbing across the massive jungle gym like actual animals, Kazumi would prefer to find the darkest corner of the sun-lit playground and read horror novels aimed towards older crowds. Kazumi had purposely made herself the “black sheep” of the entire school, but it allowed her to avoid unnecessary conversations from other students.

However, seeing such unusual behavior caused her homeroom teacher, Mrs. Honomura, to call her parents in for a one-on-one meeting. It was futile as her parents approved of Kazumi’s high desire to read, regardless if it was a children’s book or a violently graphic novel. They were just happy that their child actively wanted to read.

Nonetheless, Kazumi thrived in her alone time.

Today, as she read about her favorite main character having to choose between losing a leg or an arm, a group of children on the playground thought it would be a good idea to disturb her daily reading ritual. Many of the school children felt like Kazumi was unusual, almost like she was a robot sent into spy on them like their imaginative playtime sessions. In their sessions robots possessed supernatural reflexes, able to dodge anything within a matter of milliseconds.

To see if she really was a robot, one of the fifth-graders grabbed a red rubber ball and launched it with all of their strength. This particular fifth-graders was known for hurting other students during a game of dodgeball: he was rumored to have knocked out an entire row of teeth from another student who got hit in the face with a ball. With a quick wind-up the student launched the ball with all of his might, his target seemingly unaware of the red sphere flying towards her.

It took no more than a second for the ball to travel across the playground. Right as the ball was about to crash into Kazumi’s book it came to a sudden stop. The only thing is, nothing caught the ball nor did it hit anything: the ball was suspended in mid air. Confused about if they should be scared or amazed the children kept their eyes on the ball to see what would happen next.

Noticing the sudden silence on the playground Kazumi put the book down and immediately saw the dodgeball just a few inches away. However, from her point of view, she could clearly see the reason why it never hit her. Her eyes darted up Kazumi saw a familiar arm extending out from over her head.

The arm was muscular along its entire length, veins lightly protruding on the forearm. The skin was an unnatural color, an off-gray color with faint hues of blue patches. The hand tightly gripping the ball was large and had talon-like fingers that could shred anything to strips within seconds. The hand occasionally squeezed the ball like a beating heart.

To many, seeing something so dry, so dead-looking would throw them into a fit of panic and fright. For Kazumi, she knew the body that the arm was attached to and felt no such fear. She didn’t have to look back to see who was behind her.

“Thank you, Ogaki. I was just finishing up this chapter when that ball was thrown.”

Kazumi brought her attention to the group of students bundled together across the playground. They’re still in shock about the ball, but she could see a growing fear in their eyes; she knew that they were unable to see “Ogaki,” but that was only because Kazumi didn’t want to cause an uproar as it would further disturb her reading.

“Throw the ball back, Ogaki,” she said as she picked her book back up and went back to her reading.

Following the young girl’s words the arm gently tossed the ball back across the playground. It quickly fell and went rolling along the gravel ground. The other school children didn’t dare touch the ball, thinking there might be something cursed on it. After a moment of complete silence one of the children breaks out in a sprint, screaming at the top of their tiny lungs. Many more follows behind in the same manner.

Kazumi took one last glance at the other school kids, “Idiots.”


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Catsuit Yakuza

It’s always a deadly game when wanting to rob somebody or something. There’s always the chance of getting caught and being thrown in jail to serve time behind bars. However, if one is able to get away with such an act, they can live a life of luxury and knowing they’re able to fill their pockets without getting caught.

However, if one of those places that’s being robbed turned out to be a den of a notorious and violent gang, it would be a better idea to hope that you don’t end up dead should you get caught. Even then, who would be stupid enough to even attempt such a foolish act?

Those who don’t have a choice.

“Hiro,” Masane began speaking, “what do you think this man’s reasoning is for breaking in? Think he’s in debt with another clan? Wanted to support his family?”

She crumpled up the lottery ticket, “You’re taking too long to answer. I got tired of waiting. Somebody hold him down.”

Wine Shop of Horror

The daily life of a stock clerk may seem simple, but having to deal with obnoxious customers can easily wear down a person’s willingness to be the best employee.

In reality, one person won’t always know everything about what they sell, especially if it’s a rather large area that covers multiple regions and areas. In this example, one man doesn’t realize just what kind of person he’s dealing with.

Due to such, he ends up in a dire situation that easily could have been avoided.

“Are you trying to threaten me?”

“That wasn’t a threat. It was a warning.”

I tried to call out for help, but nobody ever arrived.

Spooktober – Drive-by Slasher

Afternoon, everybody! Spooktober is ALMOST over, but I managed to squeeze in a little quick thing I wanted to put out for you guys to read. To be a bit honest, I had an idea that I wanted to work with, but it kinda derailed halfway through. Nonetheless, it’s still worth the read. May come back to it later in the future.

Without further delay, here’s “Drive-by Slasher.”

When you’re a young, single man who has his own bachelor pad, most of the time you’ll just want to enjoy your life before settling down for a bit. Having a nice job to help keep you financially able to do these things is always a plus. Stylish cars, fancy clothes, and an appetite for fun comes with the lifestyle.

However, suddenly realizing that you’re missing limbs after going grocery shopping doesn’t fit into that lifestyle.  

“My… My foot… What happened to my foot? It’s gone!”

Spooktober – Hand of Darkness (Part One)

Happy Spooktober! It’s that time of the year where Halloween is just a few days away! To celebrate this ghastly month, I’ve decided to post a new horror-themed story every were. And now, here’s the first one – “Hand of Darkness – Part One.” Enjoy!

Chain and bondage have always been used as the simple and effective way of torture. It forces the victim to be bound to one place, often bound by multiple parts of their bodies. Unable to move or protect themselves, the victim is forced to endure and live through whatever events they have to witness. Sometimes the victim themselves are enduring the pain. Other times, they could be forced to watch somebody else suffer. Regardless of the method, the cold, metal restraints will be a long-lasting sensation on their skin. 

Should they be able to survive the ordeal and escape. 

“Please, somebody help me!”

The woman in the shadows let out a small sigh, feeling a mixture of annoyance and disappointment, “Really? What good would calling out for help do for you?”

For just a brief moment, the chained woman manages to lift her head up to see who walked into the alley. Seeing a bright light appearing in front of her, the woman notices the approaching police officer, in his dark blue uniform and badge proudly on display on his uniform shirt. When he shines his light towards the back of the alley, he breaks into a panic and runs down the alleyway.

One Way Out

I just want to get out of here. I’ve seen enough gore and grotesque scenes to last multiple lifetimes. How a virus can cause such devastation still boggles my mind.

And now I could be the next victim of the same virus. Locked in a room with Jack, a corpse, and a growing viral bomb, I don’t want to imagine what it would be like having to suffer like this.

But at the same time, dying would be the easy way out. And I don’t want to die.

Legends of the Dark: Arctic Mansion (Part Two)

After being attacked by a strange, blue stained corpse, Suzume is finally starting to make some ground around the mansion. With a key in hand, she can now explore an old room that she passed before.

However, when she enters that room, it only leads her into more danger, much much more danger than before. With a strange shadow walking through and an unknown voice singing, will she be able to save herself and her sister?

Shortly after, she could see a slender shadow walking through the mist. She couldn’t make out any fine details, just that the shadow was approaching the house with every step.

“Hikaru… What happened to you? You look so… lifeless.”

Sorceress of the Dead

Hiding around the corner, the last remaining sorceress could only look forward, keeping her eyes on the narrow hallway, I can’t go out like this! I’ve come so far and there’s no way I’m letting myself go out like this!

A place that was once the pinnacle of magical development and research, is now the last remaining line of defense from the infected that roam the city streets. The sorceress came to this building in search for the forbidden spell that could reverse all this, but It all seemed to be in vain; all she found throughout her search were just the bodies of once proud masters of all things mystical, now rotten corpses wandering the hallways.

The sorceress turns around and looks at the wall, running her hands along it in a frantic search, “C’mon, there has to be an invisible switch here! Hell, even a fake brick in the wall would be just fine, too!”

As her hands feel around for some kind of clue to being a fake wall, her fingers feel a faint breeze coming through from between two of the bricks. She tries to push the bricks in, and even tries to remove them, but they don’t budge.

“Come on, come on. There’s got to be something there. I can’t see it, but I know something has to be back there! In a fit of anger, she punches at the wall and takes a few steps back to get a better look of the entire wall from top to bottom. As her eyes scan the wall, something suddenly comes to thought.

“This is a magical building… What if I wasn’t suppose to see it with my natural sight…?”

She approaches the wall again and places her hand over where the breeze is coming from. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, uttering the words “Gaze of Light.” Upon opening her right eye, a small, purple aura floods out, enveloping her entire eye. Temporarily losing her natural eye sight, everything is outlined in a bright pink border. However, just on the other side of the wall, there’s a small, square shaped blue object resting on a podium.

“What is that? More importantly, how do I get it out? I don’t know any spells strong enough to blow this down.”

She knocks on the wall just to make sure it’s solid brick. She blinks and the purple aura around her eye fades. She runs through all of the spells in her mind that she can do without an issue, but none of them are really destructive in nature. At least, nothing that could make an explosion. As she’s going through her spells, a loud groaning sounds behind her.

She quickly turns around and sees the deceased corpse staggering down the hallway. All of the physical attributes that identifies a person, such as their hair and eye color, are nonexistent on the corpse; all that remains are shredded clothing and dead skin falling off as it moves.

“Damn it,” she says as she snaps her fingers. Each of her finger tips start glowing a bright blue. Shaping her fingers like a fake gun, she takes aim at the corpse, “Bang.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a flash of white lightning shoots out from her finger and hits the corpse straight in its head; it explodes upon contact.

When the corpse falls to the ground, the sorceress walks up to it and starts checking its pockets for anything useful. All she found was a wallet with a Photo I.D and a few cut out coupons. She throws it aside and kicks the corpse, “Nothing I can use.”

She looks back at the wall and can sense a strong energy coming from behind it, most likely originating from whatever is waiting behind it. She lets out a sigh and goes around the corner, “I’ll have to come back later. Maybe there’s a spell book lying around somewhere with a spell I can use to blow up this wall. Whatever is behind that wall… it must be something dangerous if it’s hidden like this.”

— via Daily Prompt: Mystical Mystical