Horror

The Living VS The Dead

The Living VS. The Dead
 
By: Sandy Riedel
 

I grabbed Lisa’s hand and pulled her into the mansion, gasping for air, and slammed the door behind us. I looked back at her; a mixture of pool water and sweat dripped down her face. She was shivering and I wasn’t sure if it was from being cold or from being scared.

The River of Shadows

The River of Shadows
by Alyssa Plant

 
A high school senior heads to Boston to visit his sister for Halloween. A twist of fate reveals something they would never have admited alone... and it proves to be the one thing that may keep them alive when the best laid plans of a group of college students are lain waste by a force of terrible evil and corruption that has thrived for centuries... Can Charlie Kane be strong enough to live? or will the River of Shadows claim yet another victim...?

The Demon

The Demon
By Anna Na Maus

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

This is a short story that just popped into my head one night. Anyone who has read my other works will know that I try and maintain a high degree of realism, that is not the case here. This is my first attempt at a TG Horror story so I would love to know what you think.

Hellbound Dolls - Chapter 4

I drank the city through blood stained eyes all the way to the horizon. No corner was beyond my sight, there was no scent I could not follow. Life in defiance of entropy danced through my awareness, and blended into the cocktail known as the human race.

The forces of nature bowed at my feet, offering freedom never before imagined. I ran light as a feather and swift as a jungle cat across the Tokyo skyline. Scaling immense towers was a simple feat, as was throwing myself from the ledges, knowing that my landing would be a safe one.

Hellbound Dolls - Chapter 3

Doom yawned beneath my feet, and pulled me down with the weight of Ginny’s absence. It's salty breath wafted from the dockyards to where the Black Soul Angels gathered, and throttled roars from their machines. I wandered toward their circle and into the light emanating from a series of drum fires.

In the dimness of the open boatshed I caught the gaze of a slack-jawed thug whose exaggerated hooting revealed him for the animal he was. Others joined in with cries of vulgarity, and dared me to flinch. Instead I remained locked on my goal, and moved forward one step at a time.

Hellbound Dolls - Chapter 2

It must have been a demon who dreamed up a life regarded with male presumption. From the prescribed stoicism placed on a first born son, to the stifling collar of the school uniform, every moment was one of irritation. Yet I followed the path of least resistance, for no other reason than to lessen the blow. To conform was to evade conflict until such time as it was necessary.

Hellbound Dolls - Chapter 1

The store was sick under the fluorescent buzz. Dust caked with grease permeated the corners, and uneven spots spread across the linoleum. A pop song from childhood bled dry of bass fizzled from a speaker. Even for those such as ourselves this was slumming it, but the price could not be beat.

The Beast - Chapter 1: In the Middle

It was raining. The rain was pouring down on the woods on both sides of the street. It was also pouring down on the road she was following, alongside with the wind, giving her a hard time to make her way up. She could only hope that this was nothing more than the occasional German summer storm that would not last for much longer than one or two hours. Although she assumed it was early afternoon, it seemed like dusk, and the rain being blown into her face made it even more difficult to spot any beings that might be closing in to her.

An Ideal Saturday

An%20Ideal%20Saturday.jpgAn Ideal Saturday
written by TGTrinity

Mason finds a small wooden figurine while helping his neighbor move, and soon the men around him begin to have their deepest desires fulfilled by beautiful women they just met...

Author's Note:
This is a commissioned story that I recently wrote, and I thought others might like it.

Hellbound Dolls - Akane's Story

AUTHOR'S NOTE: A while ago I set about to write an action/horror magical girl story with some Tokyo trans sukeban (read: girl gang) called "The Hellbound Dolls." This vignette follows one of the Dolls, Akane, whose ultimate struggle is to realize she's worthy of love. This installment does not have a happy ending, so read at your own peril.

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The Seven Deadlies: Chapter 2: The Audition

It seemed to list an audition site in Houston. Deciding this was too good to be true he decided to make the drive down. Maybe he would be able to see a free performance but if not he still wouldn't mind paying. Airfare plus the cost of tickets would be much more expensive in New York or LA, not to mention the cost of a hotel room or hostel.

He swore when first watching the video there were seven of them, but after watching it again there seemed to only be 5 or 6.

Corey and Celia, Chapter 1

Corey and Celia
Chapter 1

I’m screaming from under the covers of my bed again. My shriek pains my own ears. It's a shriek that chills the blood. I rarely sleep at night. When I do, the lights are 'on'. I must have fallen asleep in the afternoon. The darkness and silence envelop me and fill me with fear. I can feel him in the room. Feel his presence. It’s like he’s watching me. Stalking me. Celia rushes into my room. Mom’s working late again. My younger sister pulls me into her arms. I tremble with fear. I didn’t use to be this way. This—afraid. Ever since… Him… His ghost haunts me. It’s been a year since we were rescued. Celia now dwarfs me. She’s bigger and now she’s my protector. I begin to sob as all of the fear melts with Celia’s presence. “Shhh. I’m here. Shhh. He can’t hurt you anymore." All the treatment and therapist in the world can’t free me from him. Even in death, he assaults me.

I calm down bit more, “I’m so sorry.” Her apology takes me back to our captivity. Celia was the lucky one. She was left unharmed… At least physically. She hugs me tighter, hoping to squeeze the memory from my soul. It just brings it to the surface…

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