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Insomnia Review
Published: 15, September 1994 Author: Stephen King Genre: American, Classic, Fiction, Horror, Literature, Media Tie-In, Supernatural, Thriller
By Namsu4 years ago in Horror
Evil lives in my home (Part 1)
I dont know what to do. please help me. i feel like im falling under a dark presence, it wont leave, and i cant do anything. my body is growing numb, and I cannot figure out what more i can do before my soul leaves me to the thing haunting me. my mind is wrapped up in failures and disgust, because the devil that roams my house without me knowing has taken away my prized possessions, my two wonderful kids.
By TheDarkSpynx4 years ago in Horror
The Sinister Path of Black Magic: How to Summon Demons and Influence Dark Forces
Black magic is one of the most misunderstood and misinterpreted concepts in the world. Some people think that it is nothing more than a way to perform evil deeds, while others believe that it is a force that can be used for good. The truth is that black magic is neither good nor evil. It is a tool that can be used for both purposes, depending on the person who is wielding it.
By Alain Saamego4 years ago in Horror
The Trophy Room
I don’t count owls as birds. Bluejays, cardinals, even the blackest raven don’t bother me at all. It’s the creatures that roll their necks around to the back of their heads like someone possessed by a demon. The monsters that screech in the dead of night like a woman being quickly spread out on a torture rack. The devils that spread their wings and flew, like a specter, just to sit there and watch you with their dead yellow eyes. The carrier pigeons from hell: the owl. They bother me.
By Andrew Moore4 years ago in Horror
Escape from the Wishing Falls
It all seems like a blurry dream. This morning I set out to look for my lost brother. Now I am lost myself. Nothing seems real as I walk through the clearing and towards the waterfall, towards the chilling yet sweet voice of the blonde woman in the lake. I hear her voice but I can't make out the words, my bare feet get swallowed up by the tall grass with every step I take. Nothing is right, my mind is in a fog, pain keeps shooting through my right leg, everything is so hard to focus. I walk and I walk but the lake gets no closer and the woman's song never becomes more clear. Every inch I move forward is harder than the last, but I know deep inside me I have to reach the waterfall.
By Frank English4 years ago in Horror
The Ghost of Dona Paula – II
As she sat in the back of josh on his royal enfield, she felt a pang of conscience, asking her what in the world turned into she going to do. Going with a stranger to a peculiar area in a unusual city, it didn’t seem like a good concept after all. However fighting the emotions, she advised herself she become going to be first-class. Josh regarded to be a pleasing individual. Except, that’s what she had come here for, to get away from her past and to enjoy the moment, no matter the effects. As they handed thru the miramar circle, yashasvi laid her eyes upon the harmony statue one greater time. She had visited miramar beach earlier that morning and didn’t like it plenty. Now looking this statue, she all over again shifted her thoughts to the myth of dona paula that josh advised her minutes ago. The statue of dona paula appeared old and scruffy. Even the cohesion statue appeared higher than that. Yet, she couldn’t forestall considering it. May want to this be actual? That the spirit of paula wandered the marina, still looking for her one genuine love. Mins after leaving the quay, she observed that tomorrow goes to be a complete moon night. And even though she also felt an urge to visit this location day after today, she didn’t express it. After a few minutes, yashasvi caught the first glimpse of the mandovi river bathed in sunlight. The fresh coastal breeze hit her body in gentle splashes, cooling down her anxiety tiers and filling her with a vibrant zeal. On her way, the sight of cruise casinos drew her interest and she puzzled if that’s in which josh changed into taking her. Josh, but, didn’t sluggish down at any of the casino terminals. After another ten mins as the motorcycle approached the mandovi bridge, he slowed the motorcycle and took a left closer to what seemed like some other cruise terminal. A colourful sign of boat cruises de goa welcomed them as they parked the motorcycle in a gravel parking location. The port turned into overflowing with travelers. There had been masses of them, ready in long queues to board their boats. Yashasvi noticed several river cruises on the port, paradise, santa monica, coral queen, and princesa. Josh, however, walked in addition and similarly, passing by way of all these cruises and never preventing at one.
By Rohit4 years ago in Horror
Bestial
The beginning of the mayhem that was brought to this town goes back to an early age. It stretches vast reaches of time before the world became lit with lanterns, torches, gas lights, and to the more current televisions, smart phones, and cityscapes.
By Steve Gray4 years ago in Horror
The Nature of Freak
I didn't know where I was going, or understand how I knew I didn't know where I was going, but it was with the purpose that I went.
By Sand Man4 years ago in Horror
The Library at the End of His Shift
Jacob was a simple man. He worked at the local convenience store, he didn’t have a partner, and he spent his evenings reading or playing videogames. He was content with the life he lived.
By Possum4 years ago in Horror
The Prince's body
“Quis fecerit?” - A deep, ominous voice whispers. The floor feels wet with a thick substance. It smells and tastes like blood. Barely opening my eyes I see a figure, no, two. One feels like a man but the other is different. Tall, no light touching it. Music starts playing, and in a matter of a blink, I’m in the car, with the rest.
By Andres Montero4 years ago in Horror
The Mother Fury
Cold stone meeting colder bone wrapped thinly in tight flesh, the whispers of dawn, an estranged crackling, and low woeful laughter attacked the senses of a young woman walking alone on the grim stone floor of a carapace cottage. She pressed her too small hands against her eyes, rubbing away the grime of a single night in this, a polluted place. No matter how hard she scrubbed, cold water and rough rags could never take away the stench and mire of this place. Dimly, a fire near death crackled, it whispered it’s foul promises of destruction, sending icy sweat down her face. She knew what this meant, after these five years of imprisonment. Soon, too soon, the nightmares would be replaced with things that would have her begging for the release of some fitful sleep. She had not known peace in these five years, only the dreaded ghosts of what-might-have-been.
By NoomaStar4 years ago in Horror
The Barn Owl
The mice had left their black pellets everywhere. The grain stores were contaminated, half of it now inedible. The vermin had appeared in the spring- only a few stragglers at first. I didn't think much of it. I set some traps and assumed our farm cat would be more than capable of keeping them in check. Was I ever wrong.
By Jeff Squish4 years ago in Horror