monster
Monsters and horror go hand in hand; explore horrific creatures, beasts and hairy scaries like Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein and far beyond.
Wendigone
The teenage boy watched the tall, gaunt creature rummage through the remains of the Happy Crab Chinese buffet. When it reached for yet another dead body, its head disappearing into the buffet, he ran for the woods. The creature pulled its head out at the sound of feet crunching on snow. It pulled out of the buffet and stood at its full height to look over the surrounding area, making it just taller than the buffet. It smiled as it began to move in the boy’s direction, beginning with loping, but it was soon running.
By Jamais Jochim6 months ago in Horror
Monster: The Ed Gein Story. AI-Generated.
đź‡đź‡şKitti elsĹ‘ sorozatĂ©rtĂ©kelĂ©se – „Monster: The Ed Gein Story” ⚠️ Spoiler (A szöveg fordĂtásában a ChatGPT segĂtett.) 🤍Sziasztok! Kittinek hĂvnak, Ă©s ez az elsĹ‘ alkalom, hogy kiprĂłbálom magam sorozatĂ©rtĂ©kelĂ©sben. RĂ©gĂłta Ă©rdekelnek a valĂłs esemĂ©nyeken alapulĂł törtĂ©netek, ezĂ©rt egyĂ©rtemű volt, hogy megnĂ©zem a Netflix Ăşj sorozatát, a Monster: The Ed Gein Story-t.
By Kitti LadĂł6 months ago in Horror
The Afternoon Coffee Ritual
You're fine until the eyes glow red. [Generated]A golden form flew from the stately mansion. It stopped, said a few words in Latin, and gestured at the mansion; a fireball streaked from its fingertips and the mansion exploded. The golden form flew into a red Citroen and settled into the body sleeping there. Matteo woke up, yawned, and smiled. Another coven would no longer plague humanity. BUZZ He looked at his phone; a text was waiting for him, most likely another assignment from one of his fellow benandanti. He grasped the locket at his neck, the one containing a bit of the caul that covered his infant head; he uttered a simple prayer and then picked up the phone to look at the text. Santa Cruz was warm enough this time of year. He put the phone down and drove off.
By Jamais Jochim6 months ago in Horror
The Silver Syringe
To whom it may concern, I loved her yet I murdered her. Or rather, I should say, it was that cursed instrument of Lucifer himself that did so! The same of which you have, no doubt, since found protruding from my purple, bloated corpse. I lament for the one of whom pulled that wretched item from my vein. For you have now lost your soul. Forgive me. This is my confession - a cautionary tale in a post-mortem attempt to rid humanity of that wicked, wicked harbinger of doom!
By E. L. Soto6 months ago in Horror
