Horror - Page 12

Raya got out of her shower wrapping a towel around her body. She had a hot steamy shower every night, getting refreshed, it gave her a sense of cleanliness, as if the hot steam, and hot water melted away the weight of the world from her shoulders

It was a cold winters night. A light snow falling down from the skies as Christina walked down the streets, in search of a present for her boyfriend. She had been out for hours now, searching. What she didn't know though is that she was being watched. Followed

CHAPTER FIFTEEN 4TH WEDNESDAY The alarm wakes Mike at six thirty. He quickly turns it off so as to not disturb Marlene. She's laying half on top of him and he tries to slip out from under her without her waking

Antonio was lucky to have such supportive parents. They appreciated him and his hobbies. Proof of such was in his hands at the very moment. His father had given him this rod for his 18th birthday, it was some fancy pole for ocean fishing or something, he didn’t care or know

The sheriff had seen enough inside the mad farm house. He reached the porch door and took a deep breath of the afternoon air. In his time he had seen many sights but those devices down in the cellar made his heart pound with disgust and morbid sexual fascination

Deep and lovely dark - Chapter 6 Rachel watched in horror as she saw something unbelievable. Vlad was scared. His face was straight and stern, but she could see it. His eyes betrayed his true feelings. Vlad turned and marched towards Rachel. He pushed her towards the car

In then, the Beginning. “ Man was made from not but a grain of sand and his companion and savior made of marrow and blood.” -- Old Saying Marshall, Minnesota The soft hills of rolling grass and farmland during the early spring year was nothing short of amazing

CHAPTER 5::: THE THING At last Olleda and young Carletta were fully awake from their pleasure and pleasuring the “Thing”

Note: Though this is a sequel to “The Wolves of Paris,” it is not necessary to have read that story first. "You never kill anyone you want to in a war.” -Ernest Hemingway, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" *** June 1, 1944, Paris: 1,440 days under occupation

These memoirs might come as a surprise, however my story needs to be told. I'm far too mentally famished to face a juror, and too eloquent to be caught other than by self submission

it had been 2 years since my father visited me that night. Violet and I ran away together about 3 months after we graduated. we've been living together in a small cabin in the middle of a mountain range

Ellie woke up in a dark, dingy dungeon. It took her a few moments to comprehend what had just happened, with her murder and violent death. She had been a complete bitch and was devastated at the sight of the afterlife. God would not have mercy on the slutty teen

THE THING:::: CHAPTER 2 The Professor keeps a diary of it. Noting it’s habits, it’s needs, it’s growth, etc

Author’s Note:This is my first attempt at Erotic Horror.When I think of erotic horror, this is what came to mind.This is based on Dante’s Inferno.If you’ve ever read that then you’ll recognize similarities.In this story, Dante is a tough warrior; a policewoman named Trina

What is it about the night that amplifies our fears? Perhaps it is a primal instinct, born in a time when our ancestors huddled in caves for protection against noctural predators that posed a real and tangible threat to their very lives