Horror-Stories

It was a dark and stormy night. “What a cliché,” Colin said, ignoring the thunder. He was driving an old pickup down a road through a deep, dark forest. The moon still shone brightly, partially obscured by the clouds, but the sounds of distant thunder and flash of brilliant blue lightening illuminating the sky spoke of worse things coming. “What was that?” Sophie said. She was a short, pale woman with long brown hair. She rode beside him in the old pickup truck they were taking to their cottage. “Nothing, sweetie,” he said, smiling. His expression didn’t touch his eyes, however, and Sophie knew h

Ben was awoken by a loud crackling noise. He sat up in bed, disoriented, and tried to figure out what could have caused the strange, but oddly familiar sound. Deciding that it must have been thunder, he stood up and walked toward the window. He peered through the blinds, to look for any other signs of a storm, but it was too dark to see anything. Turning back toward his bed, Ben began to feel the after-effect of the two glasses of water that he drank before going to bed. He walked out of his bedroom, making sure to close the door behind him to keep his cat, Lucy, from wandering in, and navigated the hallway in the dim light provided by a few

Chapter Nineteen Xavier was now feeling somewhat better after that little assurance with that damned woman Eleanor. Those memories of his always had the tendency to come back at ether in his sleep or whenever some woman tried to seduce him, but usually he would ignore their ruse and say that he has no interest, normally it worked. But when it didn’t then he had other means of dealing with it. Xavier had then told the servants to gather what it was they wanted to give them, which surprised both of them as what the Sultan of Sader gave and what Tharen gave them as well. Samar was the first as he handed a gold ring with a deep red stone