The Room. III
Niamh was dead. My wife, my, how do they say it, estranged wife, his mother. She lay at the bottom of the stairs; limbs askew on the cold Victorian tiled floor. The perfect Christie chalk outline.
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Niamh was dead. My wife, my, how do they say it, estranged wife, his mother. She lay at the bottom of the stairs; limbs askew on the cold Victorian tiled floor. The perfect Christie chalk outline.
~Intro~ Becky is a caring, friendly teenager who lives in Gloucestershire with her Sister Rosa, Becky is sixteen where Rosa is only four, it has been Becky's responsibility to care for Rosa since...
"Where's mommy?" The voice should have been angelic, several octaves higher than the sound that emanated from the child's mouth, my child, my son.
New life,new me. Always with him.
Good morning all. Well before I announce the winner can I just say this was very very difficult.
The door closed with a creak, and shut behind me. The November nights were drawing in faster, and so were my dreams. My nightmares. My own personal hell. JD was my only friend now, but not tonight.
Day 10 The forest has become accustom to the darkness and so have the humans. No more distressed sounds emerge from the damp woodwork, they are now silent and content.
So far I have written about two very scary illuminations of reality during an awake like state, the first one being more frightening than the last one This last experience of horror during1980 was...
Continued from Poltergeist One Two weeks on since my terrifying ordeal during my training course while staying at a hotel in Llandudno North Wales.
Your eyes are open, you don't want to watch your parents getting murdered, the only thing you want is to get the hell out of there. His piercing eyes are staring at me, and all I know is that I'm...
I ran. I ran as fast as I could, away from that park, and away from HER. After what she tried to do, I am never, ever going back, not for all the tea in china.
My body was still achey from the long plane ride. I stretched again, reaching my hands up to the night sky. I yawned, and took my luggage again. Finally, a taxi came.
In 1980 I was due to start a new job for this I was required to do six weeks training course away from home.
My heart rate was increasing madly, my palms were starting to sweat as my panicked eyes started to dark around the room.
“Go upstairs and hide!” my mum screamed at me. The noise seemed to snap me out of my daze, I had no clue what was going on but this wasn’t right. I felt fear tighten its grip on my heart.
There’s a snowy park in the distance. Although the buildings on the horizon are tall and dark, all I can see in detail are the trees on the other side of the field. There’s a football in one of them.
-Not something I world recommend reading to young children, the ending is a bit 'dark' in tone and will likely upset some adults too.
In the Oklahoma panhandle exist five small caves carved naturally by erosion out of the sandstone.
The sky was dark, as I stepped out of the abandoned store. Darker than usual. It just had a slight grey hint, and there were no stars. There weren't ever any stars.
Hopeless, Not Romantic Everyday, is the same. I slowly started to feel nothing- I was fading away into the deepest darkness anyone believed their was. My emotions slowed, to a blank state.
They come and I try to push them away, but they push me back, that much closer. I can feel pain too. I try to hold back but the pain, its unbearable, like youre all alone, no one would understand.
The time on the clock says 9:49 Eleven minutes to go Outside, dark, quiet Time is ticking away.
I still remember the day it all happened. The day the disease was finally spreading around the entire world. Scientists were already crazy with the disease. I don't know how...
When we reached the fence I jumped out and ran over to the lock. My hands were shaking as I tried to insert the keys into the lock but finally I got it off.