monster

Monsters and horror go hand in hand; explore horrific creatures, beasts and hairy scaries like Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein and far beyond.

The Full Monty
Humans like to call me monster. When I think of a monster, I think of a mindless brute. I am a troll, but that does not make me a monster. Demonizing me does not serve any of us, and it is inaccurate. I had trolls for parents and, they weren’t monsters either. I did have to kill them and eat them, but there’s a reason for that.
By Miguel M. Furmanska4 years ago in Horror
The Unicorn
The night my mare gave birth to a unicorn, it rained. It was November, and winter was in the air, and the rain that raged all week would make the roads slick and icy when the temperature plunged the next day.
By Savannah Di Leo4 years ago in Horror
The Man Who Got Away
There once was a old rundown barn, sitting deep in the woods quietly to do harm. No one knew as to why it was there, except for a man who warned beware.
By Kanetra Wade4 years ago in Horror
Return of The Barn Owl
As children, our mom would sit us down for story time. Me and my brother would be running around and once she would shout the words "Story Time!" we would stop dead in our tracks.
By Michael J. Harris4 years ago in Horror
The attacker
I live on a farm. 22 acres of peace, freedom and amazing views, in the middle of a busy city. No one but trees and creek as far as the eyes can see. We decided to get chicken. Then we got geese and ducks. Then peacocks and pheasants, the most beautiful and elegant creatures ever. Also some of the loudest!
By Kris Rose4 years ago in Horror
Day Dreaming
A barn owl glides over a pond I can see from my bedroom window. As a child I would tell my mother, there is lady that lives in that pond. Her hair is black from the murky water with streaks of green algae, framing her face that has a winter pale glow. I continued to tell my mother how concerned I was for this lady and how I felt she needed me to visit her lonely soul. It would scare my mother. Although she knew that she wasn’t real, she had forbidden me from going near the pond, afraid I would jump in to see the lady and drown. I don’t have memories of my own of her, just what I built from my mother’s story. Which I only think of now since my mothers passing last week. I think of the barn owl flying freely. I think of the lady in the pond stuck here. Like I feel now, here in this house with my father and sister.
By C. Clark4 years ago in Horror
Van kidnapping, I was terrified!
This is a true story, so if you are sensitive to these types of stories I would click out of here if I was you. Just a warning. Nothing explicit will be motioned so you won't have to worry about that.
By Queen anonymous 4 years ago in Horror
The Night Owl
He’s back at work after his two-week vacation in Mexico. Doctor Aaron Mullens walks into the animal shelter where he works as the head veterinarian. His supervisor may have told him that vacation time is about self care but Aaron believes that people go away on holiday just to feel good about coming back. Aaron slips on his stiff and starchy white lab coat with glee.
By Erika Ravnsborg4 years ago in Horror
The Governor’s Ball
37 dead, and many others were clinging to life in comas or permanently blinded. They named the program Barn Owl because it was stealthy and brilliant. A software virus so frightening it did what parents, teachers, and mental health professionals tried to accomplish for decades -- keep us away from our electronics.
By Miss Charlotte4 years ago in Horror
The Zombie Apocalypse Alarm System
"Sue, I've got an idea," Jared excitedly says to me. "What's your idea?" I ask, both curious and concerned about what his latest idea will be. I love Jared, but this last week has definitely tested our marriage in ways I never expected. Of course that'll happen when you're trying to survive the end of the world as you know it.
By Taylor Ellwood4 years ago in Horror
I Could Have Died
It was a great day. Festivities were heavy in the air as many people had already begun to celebrate. Two thousand twenty one was finally coming to an end. This realization brought a sense of undeniable relief and bitter sweet joy due to the time passing and the new year beginning. It hadn't personally been the worst year for me, but for mankind as a whole, it was devastating. I don't have to get into the details, but I think we'd all agree. I was ready to be done with it and planned a not so quiet evening at home with my children. On New Year's Eve at just after one, I heard a horrible commotion in my backyard. My dog was going crazy, growling, barking, and yelping, and there was a lot of banging which I later learned was his chain hitting his doghouse. He's usually fairly quiet, aside from the occasional cat, squirrel, or butterfly battle. He would also whine to be played with. He's a bit spoiled, but as a pet owner, similar to being a parent, you learn what the different sounds or tones mean. This was something completely different and far more urgent. I looked out my window to see two big, brown pit bulls circling and biting at him. I immediately grabbed a stick and went out to try to run them off. They were in the yard again. I'd seen these dogs on numerous occasions taunting him and my son. They'd usually run off when I yelled at them. Unfortunately, that was the day when I found out these dogs are not only a nuisance but also dangerous. They had been back and forth through the woods between me and my next-door neighbor's house for months watching me and my children, sometimes even chasing my oldest son, growling, and taunting my dog who is a mix and very short and small even at the age of three years. They've had my son so scared on a few occasions that he climbed on top of our grill and had to wait for me to come to get him. I swung my stick and yelled, running toward my dog thinking that they'd run as usual. This particular day, the biggest one decided she wanted to attack me. I immediately threw up my arms as she went straight for my neck, and I fell back onto the ground. She was on top of me in seconds, teeth snapping and grazing. I can't remember the last time I was so scared. I'm not sure what I did to get her off, but I got to my feet quickly and began to yell and swing my stick to keep them away. They ran, and I retreated into the house, shaking, thinking I'd need help or a better weapon if I was going back out. I was in shock and am now grateful that I thought again before I did something even more stupid and dangerous. I realized it could have easily been one of my sons, and again, we are in our own yard. My sons are eleven and one. This was the last straw. I called animal control who didn't answer, so I called the police to file a report. They came out, offered medical treatment, took my information, informed me that animal control would simply pass the call back to them, and went to talk to the neighbors. As it happens, the dogs were still loose. The neighbor was not home, and since my security camera shows the same dog in my yard the day before, I don't think they had just 'gotten out' as the neighbor claimed upon arriving. The officers attempted to keep the dogs contained until then but were unsuccessful. The bigger pit bull that attacked me attempted to do the very same with the female officer. She got a terrible surprise as the officer was better prepared than I. As a last resort, she did shoot the larger of the two in the leg. They later informed me that the dogs ran into the woods, so they are still out there somewhere. The neighborhood seems to think I went too far in calling law enforcement, and now I'm the 'bad guy', but being the person I am, I've always given people more chances than they deserve, and I gave them many. I felt a little bad, but I need my family to be safe. My babies could have easily been gone or without a mother had the situation gone differently. I don't know the outcome as it's unfinished, but I'm grateful. None of us died. We are still here!
By K. Sweets4 years ago in Horror
My Beast
Growing up, we were told stories about wild men in the woods. Our parents said to stay close to the house when we were outside and not to go out at night under any circumstances. If we were caught by these beasts of men we would be dragged into the trees, never to be seen or heard from again.
By Dario Grimm4 years ago in Horror