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25 Word Halloween Horror Story Contest 2018

25 Word Halloween Horror Story Contest 2018

Welcome to our 25 Word Halloween Horror Contest 2018.  You know how much we love Halloween and horror, so this is one of our big contests. This contest is for bragging rights only. We will announce the top 3 winners on Halloween night 2018. Honestly, it just wouldn’t be Halloween without a 25 word story contest.

The rules are very simple:

  • 25 Words or less
  • Post in the comments
  • Deadline is October 28, 2018
  • Enter as many times as you like.
  • Must be scary, clever, awesome….best story wins
  • Must be unpublished original stories

We look forward to these every year. Please have fun. Be nice, and I hope your story wins.

Please leave your stories below, DO NOT EMAIL THEM. Good luck, leave your stories below.

 

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  1. Suparnaa Sinha Dutta says

    October 28, 2018 at 7:53 am

    It was our honeymoon.

    Air was heavy.

    She gave me a cold-eyed stare.

    I was about to kiss her.

    My bride vanished in the air.

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  2. Lisa Miller says

    October 27, 2018 at 5:53 pm

    You’ll stop dead in your tracks with my icy blank stare.
    Without conscience. I’m the guy who won’t die.
    Stick around for upcoming Halloween terror!

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  3. Lisa Miller says

    October 26, 2018 at 7:35 pm

    Rat-a-tat-tat. Trick-or-treat! Two young girls tricked into coming in a house. Eye-balling the ghoulish white-icing treats. Friendly Jack-o-lanterns warning: TERROR. Girls scream running. On Halloween.

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  4. Marya Chaithonh says

    October 26, 2018 at 11:11 am

    I speak, no one hears me.
    I move, no one sees me.
    She sees me, but why only her?

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  5. Destiny Liggins says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:52 am

    “But you don’t understand I’m not suppose to be here.” He said. “Ha ha…that’s what they all say…” The creature replied.

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  6. Riley Mochowski says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:52 am

    The sound of screams surrounded me as I tried to escape.
    I climbed and climbed, only to fall back into the abyss.

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  7. Riley Mochowski says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:51 am

    It wouldn’t come out.
    I go to my room and scream in agony.
    I look down and see it’s monstrous form laying on the ground.

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  8. Cassandra Klapp says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:48 am

    Halloween is the night where witches and ghouls come out for tricks, but don’t be fooled. I heard they’re dressing as children this year.

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  9. Bryan Noah says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:47 am

    It was bloodcurdlingly dark, and the midnight wind was howling. The orange moonlight glow lit up the cornfield filled with fleshy leather scarecrows dripping blood.

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  10. Devan Smith says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:46 am

    He told me he had the eye. He’d always see me. I didn’t believe him, naturally. But on that night, he saw what I did.

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  11. Leyni says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:46 am

    She said she loved you like a brother.
    You smirked and continue on.

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  12. Sean Whalen says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:46 am

    Hallows’ Eve
    had come
    and gone.
    I remained,
    with
    you.
    My
    love.
    My
    prey.

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  13. Regan Carlson says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:44 am

    He had killed me.
    But I was content.
    Because I would be back to hunt him soon.

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  14. Leyni says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:43 am

    You are late to school.
    Tension rises as students show disgust.
    Someone points at you and screams.
    You look down to your naked body.

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  15. Bryan Noah says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:43 am

    The cloaked man continued fiercely ripping, shredding through her flesh. A pool of blood spills onto the ground. The perfect watering hole for the reapers.

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  16. Regan Carlson says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:43 am

    The walls were closing in on me. Nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. It was over. And he just sat there watching.

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  17. Devan Smith says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:42 am

    They reach out for me. Their arms constantly swaying. Their fingers rustling. These tall figures speak out to me. They want me gone.

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  18. Blessyd says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:42 am

    Spoke with a man today. Read the news…Police found his body yesterday.

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  19. Sophie Solomon says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:41 am

    When his body hit the pavement, it didn’t explode; it didn’t even crack. In fact, he stood right back up and continued walking.

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  20. Sean Whalen says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:39 am

    “So, what IS in the special sauce?”

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  21. Ralitsa says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:38 am

    Her eyes unrecognizable,
    she walked towards me slowly.
    Her lips on my neck,
    with her sweet teeth,
    she ripped open my flesh.

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  22. Sean Whalen says

    October 26, 2018 at 10:38 am

    I had, with confidence, invested in the housing market.

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  23. Lisa Miller says

    October 24, 2018 at 7:07 pm

    Dark clouds covered the full moon. A fog so thick,
    a Superhero, Creepy Doll and Psycho Clown wickedly lured away.
    Spooked kiddos tricked.
    Gruesome discovery.

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  24. wesley jones says

    October 24, 2018 at 2:47 pm

    The cold never bothered me, but that voice, that song… it just won’t stop. I found a solution, the cold barrel is a merciful release.

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  25. Wesley Jones says

    October 24, 2018 at 2:45 pm

    With glee he swung the knife, separating flesh from bone, she was his fifth. He had to maintain his lead, only a few hours remained.

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  26. Sophie Williams says

    October 24, 2018 at 8:51 am

    The Walkers

    It was such a beautiful twilight.

    The autumn leaves clustered crisply along the edges of the pavement, brightening the drab grey with their melody of yellow, orange, russet and ruby.

    Not to be outdone, the sky separated the pale azure of afternoon from the intense ink of evening with a wide girdle of gold, pink and purple, and ornamented itself with an immense pearl brooch; the full moon.

    This night was made for lovers, and the young married couple who walked, arm in arm, were still very much in love and deep in conversation. He, bespectacled and lightly bearded, in his long, grey and white hounds-tooth coat and trilby hat, and she, with long blond hair sweeping across the shoulders of her deep green trench-coat, under which an ankle length purple skirt swished, could have been from any era. Victorians walking out, new romantics going to a gig, hipsters on their way back from coffee.

    In any case, the young couple’s appearance epitomised a type of timeless respectability which is, to children of a certain age, an irresistible invitation to mischief.

    At first, they did not realise that a small, slight figure had hurried up behind them and was drawing level with their long, gliding pace.

    However, it was not long before the lady turned her head to see the blankness of a white hockey mask staring straight at her.

    Her expression an equally blank, she looked into the eyeholes of the mask with cool, blue-grey eyes. When the little figure did not turn away, she raised a pale eyebrow. Over the top of her head, her husband smiled slightly.
    The little masked figure stared back.

    Deciding to ignore him, the couple continued to glide down the road, their walk fast but not rushed. Unperturbed, the little figure continued to keep pace with them, staring determinedly at their faces.

    Suddenly, the woman spoke.

    “Watch out, little one, you’re about to collide with the bus stop!”

    The child turned to see the wall of the bus shelter a few inches away from his nose. He leapt aside.

    “Thanks!” he gasped, pulling away the hockey mask to reveal a small, pointed face, liberally dashed with freckles and lit by smiling brown eyes. “I can’t do this any more, I feel too bad” he added. “I’ve been scaring people all down the high street.”

    The woman laughed, her voice light as an icy stream “It is a good trick, I expect most people jumped.”

    “Yeah, they did!” the little boy said happily.

    “Very creepy” her husband approved in his deep voice.

    “I would be careful, however” the lady said gently “there are some very dangerous people about, who would react violently to being scared, especially this late at night and so close to Halloween.”

    “Yeah” said the little boy earnestly, looking up at the deepening sky “I spent too long in Kesgrave, I should have been home earlier!”

    He grinned at the couple, who smiled back. “Goodbye!”

    “Goodbye little one, stay safe” the lady said, waving to him as he ran around the corner.

    When the child was out of sight, she sighed “Such a sweet child.”

    “Yes” her husband agreed, putting his arm around her.

    “I wish we had had children” the lady sighed “I should so have loved to have a little boy like that”

    “I know.” He replied “I am sorry”

    She paused at the cemetery doorway, the lamplight reflected off the dampness of a large dark stain on the deep green of her coat “it was not your fault, neither of us heard the carriage.”

    He turned to her, the cracked glass of his spectacles glinting, “I just wish we’d lived longer.”

    “I know.” She said softly, leading him into the graveyard “but now we have eternity.”

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  27. Tracey Brown says

    October 24, 2018 at 2:23 am

    Like us, Karen never missed a School Reunion.

    Like us, Karen looked ten years older each time.

    Unlike us, Karen had died thirty-one years ago.

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  28. Tracey Brown says

    October 24, 2018 at 2:21 am

    She put a rose on his grave.
    He took it.

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  29. Papa Tivlate says

    October 23, 2018 at 5:57 pm

    Tastes like chicken a bit more fatty. Diner fit for Tantalus. Apartment and freezer empty. Time for a new “roommate wanted” ad.

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  30. Papa Tivlate says

    October 23, 2018 at 5:51 pm

    Loud obnoxious cat robing me of sleep with whines in the night. The chainsaw roar drowns out the cat. To tired to clean the chainsaw.

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  31. Papa Tivlate says

    October 23, 2018 at 5:47 pm

    Silent hands, silent steps, approaching the child.
    Silent hands, silent grasp, robing innocence.
    Silent hands, silent squeeze, soft flesh soft bone.
    Silent breath, guilty hands.

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  32. Gloria Pape Caviglia says

    October 23, 2018 at 4:52 am

    Mama couldn’t afford to be careless. She needed to move them, and quickly. The abandoned infirmary, complete with an operating table, convinced her.

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  33. Tracey Brown says

    October 23, 2018 at 4:51 am

    You wake.
    You feel your cat snuggled against you, as usual.
    Then remember you’re not at home, but visiting Grandad.
    In Florida.
    The snake state.

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  34. Miss Maria Bertolone says

    October 22, 2018 at 7:40 pm

    The angel of death hovers over me.
    viewing my soul with an evil eye.
    I’m now dead!
    I see him again, I feel his embrace.

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  35. Robin says

    October 22, 2018 at 1:06 pm

    Dart to gloomy public urinal, ziiiiiiiip…. relief!
    Being watched?
    Look over my shoulder, a body slumped in the cubicle.
    Glass junkie eyes locked on mine.

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  36. Lisa Miller says

    October 21, 2018 at 5:18 pm

    After a horror flick, my imagination terrorizes me. Every sound is a serial killer, with a jagged knife, creeping up the stairs to murder me.

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  37. Shanique Hawes says

    October 21, 2018 at 12:32 pm

    When the clock reaches 12 the lights seem to fade the children go to bed and the demons come out to play they howl and they whale they terrorize and they freight, not a single soul was left alive on All Hallows’ night.

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  38. Lisa Miller says

    October 20, 2018 at 8:23 pm

    Knocked-out. Coming out of unconsciousness, lifting my head, looking around, I see my feet. I’m in a box. Still alive. Buried. Only my worst nightmare?

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  39. Lisa Miller says

    October 19, 2018 at 8:37 pm

    Hmmm…something seems off.
    When the door slams shut.
    This is a creepy haunted house. John? John!!
    Satan picked her place in hell. Sara’s stuck inside…forever.

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  40. Nicole Velazquez says

    October 19, 2018 at 4:23 pm

    What skin shall I wear today?

    Should I wear the young girl’s skin?

    Or rather the middle-aged man’s?

    I’d do anything to not get caught.

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  41. Every Writer says

    October 19, 2018 at 7:50 am

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  42. S. Newton says

    October 16, 2018 at 9:34 pm

    They’re everywhere…bugs.

    I can taste them. Forcing their way into my mouth, they’re feasting on my tongue.

    Why did they bury me?

    I’m alive…help me.

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  43. Cindy says

    October 16, 2018 at 7:02 pm

    The zombies purged themselves before they stumbled into the super bowl. With a stadium weapons check, they knew this was going to be easy street.

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  44. Wylde Abandyn says

    October 16, 2018 at 5:57 am

    Kids with strange eyes banged on our door, demanding candy. We passed out pennies instead. They broke in later that night with pumpkin carving knives.

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  45. Tracey Brown says

    October 14, 2018 at 7:33 am

    “But, Granny, screaming and begging’s good for us.”
    “So they say now. Fiddlesticks! In my day we ALWAYS gagged the man-things before we ate them.”

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  46. Tracey Brown says

    October 14, 2018 at 6:40 am

    “Bring out your dead!”
    She brought Edward out. By the time the herbs had worn off, he’d be buried. Death? Well, what was the hurry?

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  47. Every Writer says

    October 13, 2018 at 10:29 pm

    Find our the winners of our contest on Halloween night, October 31, 2018…9pm…..

    https://www.everywritersresource.com/halloween-movie-night-2018/

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  48. MICHAEL ANTHONY RAMIREZ says

    October 13, 2018 at 12:25 pm

    A man on the ground seems to be dead,
    Gushing blood streams from his head.
    Gruesome sight to see,
    More terrifying when he grabs me.

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  49. Wendy montoya says

    October 12, 2018 at 8:12 pm

    Jagged Edge:

    Cringing at the saw, and my friends screams…..
    Warm blood splashes my face.
    I’m unable to scream; he spins me around.
    “Your Next” he chuckles.

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  50. Seb Blackbourne says

    October 11, 2018 at 11:55 pm

    My blood turns to ice.
    The monster’s not from without:
    My own cursed self.
    The mirror laughs back at me.
    Her widening smile’s not mine.

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  51. Brian Adair says

    October 11, 2018 at 2:07 pm

    Here on this vile planet
    We take a piece of you and
    clone it.
    Your eternal punishment is that
    you get to watch it squirm…..

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  52. Brian Adair says

    October 11, 2018 at 2:05 pm

    “You’re getting warmer” was all I heard
    While I lie dying on my bed
    I could feel the flames now
    The hot breath of Gabriel

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  53. Brian Adair says

    October 11, 2018 at 2:03 pm

    The ghost simply hovered at my door
    Moaning a slow deep tone
    Sad for me that I could not fly away
    from my dirty life

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  54. Brian Adair says

    October 11, 2018 at 2:00 pm

    Death found me in the twlight….
    Not as a ghost or a grim reaper
    But as a child giggling
    forcing me to take my medicine.

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  55. Wayne L Adams says

    October 10, 2018 at 12:01 pm

    A white figure stepped out from behind the gravestone, its face a skull, its arms just bones. It looked at me, screamed “eek!!” and ran.

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  56. Gregory C says

    October 10, 2018 at 10:45 am

    Her lips wet with blood, she spit down the well. She’d been promised her son back if she ate her husband. She’d been lied to.

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  57. SHARONDA J. BRIGGS says

    October 9, 2018 at 9:47 pm

    Cracking bones above my head, neighbors whispering as they eat something that
    sounds like wet baby pigs trying to get off of a greasy plate.

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  58. Sharmyn McGraw says

    October 7, 2018 at 4:39 pm

    Maggots gorge his oozing larynx. The sun rots his torso tucked in the muddy marsh. Crows feast on his eyes. And then there were none.

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  59. Cindy says

    October 4, 2018 at 6:30 pm

    There was a squishy sound, the kind a butcher makes when he pulls organs from a carcass. Creatures awaited morsels shared by both the executioners.

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  60. Nicoli Carr says

    October 4, 2018 at 11:30 am

    Rag and Bone Man

    A torn body lies at his feet. I draw my weapon.
    “Turn around.”
    He turns, grinning. Holds out a ragged duffel.
    “Fresh bones for sale.”

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  61. Annabelle Roberts says

    October 4, 2018 at 10:12 am

    I didn’t know my son’s ailment was contagious until my body too began to split apart like wet paper.

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  62. Annabelle Roberts says

    October 4, 2018 at 10:11 am

    When I see the ghostly white shapes moving through the distant fog I wait for them to break out of the mist but they never do.

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  63. Annabelle Roberts says

    October 4, 2018 at 10:11 am

    My grandmother ordered my mother to cover up all the mirrors every night. On the night my mother disobeyed, my grandmother died in her sleep.

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  64. Annabelle Roberts says

    October 4, 2018 at 9:56 am

    When the police came, it was too late. Whoever was hiding in the vents had ran away after overhearing my phone call.

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  65. SHARONDA J. BRIGGS says

    October 3, 2018 at 3:48 pm

    Feeling strange as if someone was holding on to me. I couldn’t shake them. The more I walk, my throat tightens. Get off me!

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  66. Gregory C says

    October 3, 2018 at 10:28 am

    I’d always ignored what was in front of me. But I couldn’t any longer. Not with my father dead, knife in my hand. My fault?

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  67. Michael Dale says

    October 2, 2018 at 1:21 pm

    No one knew of my adventure to explore this cave, alone. Heavy rain upstream filtered down, rapidly filling this secluded cavern, while the air disappeared.

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  68. Gregory C says

    October 2, 2018 at 12:40 pm

    The imp crouched on top of the tombstone. It glared at her, trembling in anticipation. The husband she thought she killed wasn’t dead after all.

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  69. J. H. says

    October 2, 2018 at 11:43 am

    I can’t speak in this cramped closet. Feels like I’m on my back. No doorknob? I hear flames. It’s getting warm in here. Uh oh.

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  70. Michael Dale says

    October 2, 2018 at 11:10 am

    By morning, at least fifty leeches were permanently attached to my body, including my face, swelling with my blood. I watched helplessly, hopelessly, growing faint.

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  71. W. Montoya says

    September 27, 2018 at 10:42 pm

    Pumpkin spice Ice cream,

    “That’ll teach you” I grumble. Then licked his blood from my figures, he screams. I just wanted to eat my ice cream in peace.

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  72. W. Montoya says

    September 27, 2018 at 10:08 pm

    Surgery,
    I was counting down from 10 like the doctor said, Warmth spilled down my thighs. I tried to move and someone yelled; “Stop she’s awake!”

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  73. Ashly Rice says

    September 27, 2018 at 7:24 pm

    Here there is only darkness. A faint whisper of death that lingers on your skin. It crawls over you, leeches into you. Drowns you.

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  74. John Dallal says

    September 27, 2018 at 8:15 am

    I walked thru a graveyard on Halloween night. A spectre appeared-I trembled in fright! A spectre
    appeared and I ran from the night!

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  75. Gregory C says

    September 26, 2018 at 9:01 am

    She pulled it out of her mouth. Blood mixed with tears, landing on the bird’s feathers. Its lifeless eye laughed at her. It had won.

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  76. Devan Charity says

    September 24, 2018 at 6:29 pm

    Licking his lips he seduced the last embers of the flame like he did his last victim nice and slow.

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  77. Jorge Saldivar says

    September 24, 2018 at 12:27 pm

    I wake up and my room’s dark, I can’t move. I hear whispers inside my head, they’re laughing, they’re saying they are inside now.

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  78. Jorge Saldivar says

    September 24, 2018 at 12:15 pm

    The baby cried, loud and desperately. Mom had a knife in her hand and a smirk on her face. Suddenly, there was no more crying.

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  79. Neil P says

    September 22, 2018 at 12:57 am

    Swirling red mists fill my mind with need. I claw upwards through earth until moonlight bathes my face. I crave blood and the hunt begins.

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  80. Neil P says

    September 22, 2018 at 12:48 am

    Cold, fetid tentacles quests across my flesh. They desire my sanity for only the insane are able to withstand the full glory of the Master.

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  81. Ghost Writer says

    September 17, 2018 at 10:18 pm

    Rain poured while lightning flashed outside her window. Her heart stopped when she saw what stared back at her. It was the face of evil…

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  82. Ghost Writer says

    September 17, 2018 at 9:39 pm

    Walking alone in the woods she knew she was being followed but couldn’t see who it was. Whoever or whatever it was footsteps sounded closer…

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  83. Ghost Writer says

    September 17, 2018 at 9:31 pm

    She awoke in the dark, not knowing where she was. She knew she was being watched and saw a dark figure looming in the corner…

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  84. Ghost Writer says

    September 17, 2018 at 9:02 pm

    She woke up frightened Halloween morning in 2016. She had a nightmare that Trump would win the presidential election. Thankfully it was just a dream…

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  85. Barbara S. says

    September 17, 2018 at 3:09 pm

    An existential void. We all are made of mist. A question that we can’t avoid—how do we know that we exist?

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  86. WinterClock says

    September 14, 2018 at 5:06 am

    Hillary won . . .

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  87. Brad Eddy says

    September 10, 2018 at 12:18 pm

    Deep in the woods, the earth splits and ten thousand screaming voices fill the air. Something wicked crawls into the world. Nobody witnesses this.

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  88. Miss Maria Bertolone says

    September 8, 2018 at 3:16 pm

    wandering the dark shadowy woods.I heard a whimper,it was coming from one of the trees that was slowly turning into something grotesque.

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  89. Miss Maria Bertolone says

    September 8, 2018 at 2:52 pm

    I wandered the dark shadowy woods from behind I heard a whimper coming from the tree behind me which was slowly transforming into something grotesque.

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  90. Miss Maria Bertolone says

    September 6, 2018 at 8:08 am

    The carriage thundered along the moonlit highway suddenly, the horses reared in fright.
    “STAND AND DELIVER!” There stood the skeletal remains of a dead highway man.

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  91. Miss Maria Bertolone says

    September 5, 2018 at 4:50 pm

    He felt something icy grab his leg. looking down at the grave he saw the white hand that was slowly dragging him down into it.

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  92. Miss Maria Bertolone says

    August 31, 2018 at 5:11 pm

    The mirror hung before her, there was no reflection. Was it a trick mirror? Then she remembered she’d died the year before in her sleep.

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  93. Miss Maria Bertolone says

    August 31, 2018 at 4:25 pm

    The Cliff

    I walked along the edge of the cliff. Suddenly I felt a push from behind, free falling blood and viscera spilled out below on impact.

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  94. Cheryl Spenard says

    August 23, 2018 at 9:45 am

    She walked along side of her childhood home, hearing hushed voices as horrible as the scars on her body. She slipped on the hood and smiled.

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  95. Alfredo J Ramirez says

    August 20, 2018 at 10:46 am

    An unknown hand grasped my ankle, kidnapping me from slumber. I thought I was alone, until her pale, cadaverous face emerged from beneath the covers.

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  96. Robbie Mori says

    August 19, 2018 at 8:04 am

    I was here before and I know what’s coming next. He smiles and lines up the knives like soldiers. ‘Shall we finish what we started?’

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  97. Robbie Mori says

    August 19, 2018 at 8:01 am

    My head is in some kind of metal vice so I can’t turn it and when I look down my hands are tied with wire.

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  98. Robbie Mori says

    August 19, 2018 at 7:56 am

    If you scream when I take your gag off, I will crack your skull like a walnut. So, are you in? Didn’t think so, shame….

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  99. Allen Alright says

    August 17, 2018 at 6:26 am

    Trying to escape from the dark a cold shiver ran down my spine;
    I reached my trembling hand out, “There’s No Doorknob!”
    Still trapped inside.

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  100. Lis Lovén says

    August 16, 2018 at 12:11 am

    She sucked the blood out of his very gut.
    He was slowly falling apart, drained…
    He was dripping of fear from every cut…

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