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To My Big Brother. Content Warning.
March 3rd I always kind of hated my brother. Well, hate is a strong word. I just always hated how easy everything was for him. He's two years older than me, but everything just comes so easily for him. In high school, he was in ROTC, taking courses in criminal justice so he could get a leg up on his law enforcement career, and had a string of friends and girlfriends to make his high school years amazing. He never seemed to study, always retained what he needed for tests, and finished his high school years half a year early with a nearly perfect GPA. He didn't need to, he could have gone straight to the police academy, but he chose to join the Army for four years, saying it was his "duty to his country. He served as an MP and later as a base investigator for base-related crimes. He was practically ready to start police work when he got out.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Horror
The Hypnotic Abyss
The typhoon out of doors changed into relentless. Rain lashed in opposition to the windows and the wind howled like a tortured spirit. within the dimly lit residing room, the air felt thick with tension. Mark sat in his armchair, eyes closed, his respiratory even and serene. His older brother, Alex, paced nervously, his fingers trembling as he clutched a small pocket watch. It had begun as a game a harmless trick to entertain themselves all through the power outage. Alex was analyzing approximately hypnosis and the notion it might be a laugh to try it out on Mark. Hed by no means imagined matters would spiral so far out of manipulation.
By Shamshath Begam2 years ago in Horror
COLLEGE. Content Warning.
COLLEGE “Bossier Parish Community College...I don’t even know anything about this damn college” Trudy quipped to Stephanie. “I have never even been to the city like this. I like my little quiet life here”. Trudy lived in a rural area right outside of Shreveport, Louisiana her whole entire life and was a little anxious about living in the city.
By Awfully Twisted2 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Self
It became a crisp autumn evening after I first felt it an inexplicable shift inside the air, a diffused trade in the very cloth of my being. i was by myself in my small, dimly lit condominium, savoring the quiet after a protracted day of labor. The town hum became , almost comforting murmur as I settled into my preferred armchair with an excellent book. but that night, some thing changed into one of a kind.the first signal of something amiss became a bizarre chill that regarded to emanate from nowhere. I shrugged it off because the impact of a draft or perhaps my creativity, but because the mins exceeded, the sensation grew stronger. It was as even though an unseen presence became encroaching upon my space, filling the room with an eerie, suffocating power.all of sudden, without warning, my ebook flew from my fingers and landed across the room with a loud thud. Startled, I jumped up and scanned the room, however there was no visible disturbance. i used to be by myself so I concept. That was the primary night time I felt the presence, although I failed to are aware of it then. The ghost, as i'd come to analyze, had already all started to take hold.The next few days have been marked via bizarre occurrences. objects shifted inexplicably, small things like pens and cups, and the light furniture flickered as if in silent communication with an unseen entity.
By Shamshath Begam2 years ago in Horror
Corpse jumps out of coffin to find home: Scientist's headache
The story of a dead body suddenly standing up, walking normally and returning to its home seems to only be in Hollywood horror movies. However, this is a real story and very familiar to the Toraja people in Indonesia, making zombies walk is an ancient ritual in their spiritual life.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Horror
The Cursed Barber:
The Barber's Secret: A Tale of Betrayal and Redemption In the bustling village of old Benin, a place where the strength of young men was a source of pride for every family, there lived a young man named Esosa. The villagers, who valued hard work and responsibility, saw Esosa as a disappointment, a lazy and irresponsible youth who had shunned his duties from a young age. While other boys learned the trades of farming, hunting, or crafting under the scorching African sun, Esosa preferred to spend his days lounging under the shade of a towering baobab tree, engaging in idle chatter and games.
By LUNARTALES2 years ago in Horror
