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I Have An Insane Amount of Zombie Books
I have a problem. I have bought more than just a few books on zombies, or zombie adjacent genres. And I'm not sure why. I am not sure when I became "obsessed" with the zombie horde, I can't tell you where it sprang from, but I can tell you that the evidence is in my closet where I have neatly stacked the ones I've already read. I still have some that I have yet to read entirely through.
By S. L. McGee8 years ago in Horror
Until Dawn (1)
The room looked like the night sky. The bedding was a dark midnight blue with black. The furniture was painted gold. It was small and very plain other than the bed which took up most of the room. Other than the room contained a toy box, dresser and small closet. It was so small that one could call it cramped with the overly large bed taking up the middle of the room.
By Diana Melody-Rose8 years ago in Horror
The Sweeper in the Yard
At 2:55 on his third night in the house, John sat bolt upright in bed. His ears strained to make out any noise. The light bulb seared his tired eyes but he didn’t dare switch it off. He wrung his hands as he scanned the room for something solid to hold. His golf clubs were still in a crate downstairs, yet to be unpacked.
By Hazel Hitchins8 years ago in Horror
The Beast Within
Serena presses on as she nears an opening to the underbelly of an abandoned warehouse. A sac that has been burst open from the inside, which is thirty feet long, sways over the gallows which are now the warehouse. A foul-smelling liquid drips onto the discarded skeleton remains of previous victims which are underneath the sac. A crack in the earth shimmers with water as the moonlight reflects off its surface, however, the pond of fluid has made its home here in the aftermath of an earthquake. “I must confess Serena, I am impressed with your motivation to find me, however, what would mother think of me now?” Hyde finishes his statement with venom in his tone.
By Creation Studios8 years ago in Horror
My Grandpa’s Death Record
When my grandpa passed away, he didn’t want to be buried. He also didn’t want to be cremated and have his ashes kept in an urn or thrown off the side of a mountain or into the sea. You see there’s this company that compresses your remains and make a vinyl record from them. You can have just about anything printed on it. If want you can record your own karaoke rendition of Don’t Fear the Reaper played by the carbonized remains of your mortal form. Personally, I kind of found it a little creepy. It felt like you were having your body preserved by a taxidermist then having yourself mounted in a rocking chair forever.
By Isaac Shapiro8 years ago in Horror
The Circle of the Scribe
"Reality is dull. It's limited, which means we're confined to what we know and what we see. It means we can hope to find things beyond our current limits, but we never will. That's what fiction exists for. Just a way for us to live our dreams without leaving our chairs. Or at least that's what the circle told me..."
By Sophie Walters8 years ago in Horror
The Lady of Mist
He walked down the foggy parkway with the dim street lamps in the evening. His head was down and his hands were nested in his black leather jacket. The trees were jagged and dying and the mist had enshrouded every inch of his path. However, his vision was never so clear as when he approached the cemetery. The haven for the dead was the only place which the fog did not envelop.
By Kourtney Risher8 years ago in Horror
The Emotionless Eye
It was a sultry and misty night of September 24th, 1924; it had rained significantly hard for the past few days, turning the woodland floors muddy and revealing many of the tree roots from the loose dirt. A farm hand by the name of Gabriel McCoy and his loyal companion Brodie, a large black Labrador whom Gabriel took good care of since he was a young pup; Brodie would keep raccoons and possums away from the house usually bringing back one of the critters in his mouth and burying it under the porch after a successful hunt. Gabriel was also a bit of a hunter as well, hunting and selling deer hide in this days off of Schröder farm for spare money. They lived on the weekends in a small wood house big enough for two people in a lightly wooded area in northwestern Scotland.
By Elijah Trouba8 years ago in Horror
Walk Through the Wall
Old Bill Grey lived alone in his mansion. He was a crazy town legend, one who would make people wonder about his life, where was he from? Did he grow up here? Was he always this crazy? The locals would fantasize about who he was, some would say he was a mobster who was in hiding, some said he was a killer, keeping to himself so no one would find out the truth. But in reality, Bill was just a hermit. He had been married for over 50 years, and made a fortune dealing with the rubber band business, him and his wife Mary had full lives, no children mind you, they preferred each other, without the cries and wants of kids.
By Evan Filley8 years ago in Horror
'It'
After hearing about a new adaptation of the famous Stephen King novel It, I couldn’t wait to see the film. The novel was written in 1986 and has been terrifying audiences ever since. In 1990, a mini-series adaptation of the novel became a classic as well. How could it not be with Tim Curry playing the infamous Pennywise? Incredibly striking imagery including red balloons, bloody sinks, creepy clowns, and werewolves. Which did not disappoint anticipating audiences when the trailer for the movie came out. The novel takes place in '57–'58, then It returns in '84 and '85. The mini-series takes place in 1960 while the second part takes place 27 years later when Pennywise comes back to terrorize the town again.
By Taylar Celene8 years ago in Horror
