The House With Mirrors Part:1
All I wanted was to see him one more time. To see his face again. But it was to late. He was gone.
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All I wanted was to see him one more time. To see his face again. But it was to late. He was gone.
He yanked & pulled my body. Out into the dark. I knew it was the devil. He had hold of my ankle. Over stones or brambles. Over something sharp. They ripped, they tore. My back did pour.
I was three blocks away from Jake's apartment and I could still hear the music as if it was I was wearing headphones. "That is some party going on.
‘Do it again,' they commanded. 'Are you sure?' I asked. My head swam. 'Yes, yes.
I know you're close behind, I can feel your breath, Hidden where I am blind, Pulling me into death. Was my freedom just another one of your lies. Do I even have a claim to my life.
As I walk through the kitchen, It's funny that you mention, You don't want a fancy funeral. Just a cremation. As my intention, You'll never know Because it'll never show. Look, look at the snow.
Without thinking of the consequences I opened the box -which beckoned to me as it stood lavishly on an ironically tall-moss-encrusted, throne-like pedestal -except it was not a pedestal that high;...
(Possibly hitting the lower end of 16+ please read with caution -or not at all.) ---- Go ahead and make my day Take your pitiless heart and stray.
The Hollow Tree A shadow in my dreams, since I was a boy, haunting me with tales of trolls , and witches, goblin kings, ghosts, and tiny, hidden thieves trying to steal the fingers of little boys who...
She comes at night, excited to see my face, her cloths stained red, her skin cold as the dead.
Every step I take closer, a step too far, I know. Each step, a death sentence, each stop, claws at my soul. The call, your voice, alluring. That call -whimpers in my core.
I sit in the dark, moonlight streaming through my window. I hear the creaking of floorboards, but I know I'm alone in this house. It always happens when I'm alone.
Oh how that lunar orbit strikes fear into my very body and soul. It grips and squeezes me so tightly. So pythonly tightly that my very soul feels like its leaving the body it held together.
I can't chance it. I've held him back this long, nothing must get in the way. No matter what happens. If he were to get out... Well I can't even imagine.
The door closed with a creak and shut behind me, -I hadn't moved an inch, something wrapped past me. Stains on my hands, red gluke of fear, my Jekyll cursed my Hyde with tainted grunts of jeer.
A shard of a mirror, A piece of a glass, A reflective, smooth surface, I pray this will last. A pale face inside it, The eyes, empty pits, The shadow reflected, Just quietly sits.
Who turned out the lights. It's too early to be night. The clock has just stuck three, It's afternoon by me. Where did everyone go. This room has lost its glow.
Based on an old piece that I wrote called 'Red lilies'. I like the idea, but not the way I'd written it, so I decided to alter it, and write it again...
When you realize your not not alone Don't forget to scream You will be waisting your time no one can hear you I'm not afraid of you I'm better than you You have no idea that I've been following...
I hid in the back corner of the empty, dusted room, hiding from reality. The viscous, angry world waited for me behind the door I stared at.
~Becky's POV~ I laughed as I saw Rosa run off into the forest so I quickly ran after her to make sure she was ok, when I caught up with her she was sitting on a log with a tiny stick insect on her...
Jacob vanished without a trace on Saturday 6th June. I saw Niamh's smiling face displayed on my phone, as it vibrated on the glass coffee table.
~Becky's POV~ I skipped down the alley towards Rosa's school, once I got to the gates I waited at LEAST five minutes before going in to look for her.
Dear friends I invite you to suffer the most painful thing ever which will probably result in your slow, painful, beautiful death. Just a small party any thing to big gets too messy.