Horror stories BY PVO3
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The Executioner
I held her face in my hands. My friend, my dear friend, whose life I had taken. Blood stained her face. It no longer pulsed out but rather slid down like a faucet that couldn't be shut off.
I felt the pull of a string behind my eyes, and for a moment I went blind. I felt hands on me, roughly pulling me away from Melissa. The other person inside me screamed out, whilst I was just trying to make sense of everything. When my sight returned, I was on my back, with the castle walls surrounding me. We had been spending the night, exploring the ruins like we were just a group of excited kids.
But there had been something dark inside, something that had happened centuries ago. A cruel act on a woman, whose portrait still hung rotting on the wall.
I stared into her olive eyes and felt something shift within me.
When I was on top of Melissa, I could only see the woman. Whatever it was that possessed me wanted her gone. It was agonizing – feelings that mixed with my own. Paradoxical yet somehow balanced, fury and fear melting together. Heidi stood above me. The shadows the castle cast painted her terrified face with an even more dangerous emotion. She lunged at me.
The beast in me growled and tore off her face. The face on the portrait. The face of my friend.
I'm not sure what happened later. I was found lying on the floor, in the east wing of the castle, carmine colored. At some point the creature stepped out of my mind, taking a form for a split second, and thanking me. For allowing them to finish what had haunted them. The execution of the woman is eternalized in paint.
Into the Mossy Ground
She had never liked forests. And standing lost in the middle of one right now, gazing in the distance, between the heavy brushwoods where she could have sworn she saw a movement just a second ago, she felt that it was justified. “What kind of a psycho does one have to be to like forests,” She’d always thought, whilst taking the long way around home, the way that went around the forest instead of through it. At least now she could be certain of one thing: she was no psycho. But she couldn’t vouch the same for the thing behind the brushwoods.
She didn’t let her eyes move an inch from the branches nor let her body relax. She’d been walking for hours on end, aimlessly trying to find a way out of the forest with no luck. It had made her grow tired but she was wide awake now. The second she’d seen the branches shift and heard a branch break, her heart had started pumping blood to her head. It had cleared her thoughts and brushed aside her exhaustiveness. “Make a run for it,” she muttered to herself now, “just make a run for it.”
A branch snapped behind her, and she closed her eyes. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” She muttered under her breath, “I hate forests.”
As if it wasn’t enough that there was something in front of her.
Of course, it had to be more than that. She took in yet another deep breath and opened her eyes. This didn’t change a thing: She would still run. But before she could move a muscle, the forest darkened and she could no longer see a thing. A scream forced its way through her throat as a cold hand closed around her ankle and yanked her inside the mossy ground.
Orange Eyes
“The burgers, where are the burgers!?”, I heard my mom yelling to my dad and aunt. It was like a wild safari in the kitchen. My mother wanted to throw a New year’s party at our house. It was going to be a heck of a party, especially when my mother was the one organizing it. All her fake plastic housewifefriends were coming so everything must have been perfect. Thank God our family wascoming too, otherwise, itwould have been a disaster. Well after all it was but we’ll talk about it later. I was plucking those lintballs off my socks on the carpet in the living room and listened to the caos. Suddenly I started wondering where has my sister disappeared. I climbed our brown rustic stairs up and shouted my sister’s name.
“Amanda!”. Nothing, just a quiet wind blowing through my baby hair. I knocked on my sister’s door and it opened. Amanda’s room was ghost quiet and dark. Only the window was slightly open. Then I heard her closet door suddenly open. I took small steps sneaking around her room then I heard something.
“Olivia”, a soft woman’s voice whispered.
“Amanda”, I shouted and turned around. Nothing. I shook my head and turned back to take a notebook that was hanging on the edge of Amanda’s desk. I explored the notebook and then I heard it again.
“Olivia, come!”, woman’s voice whispered. This time I got scared. I got goosebumps. Something wasn’t right. I turned my head slowly towards the closet.
I saw two big orange eyes staring right into my soul from the dark closet. I screamed. At the same time, Amanda entered the room and jumped. “What the hell are you doing in my room? Didn’t mean to scare you but get out of my room. And what are you doing with my notebook? Give me that and get out!”, Amanda yelled at me. I froze staring at the empty closet. Amanda turned the lights on and the eyes were gone and all I could see was Amanda’s underwear on the closet’s floor. “But I saw a monster in your closet, two big and orange eyes.”, I tried to whimper but my sister didn’t care and dragged me out. The rest of the day I hung out downstairs with my family because I was too scared to go upstairs again.
The future
It was a normal day when I came to the library and found a weird book. The book was named “The Future” and there was a review list back of it. I wondered why anyone hadn’t given a good rate for that book. I read a few pages about that book, and it sounded a little bit boring, so I didn’t borrow it. I came back home, and I noticed immediately that my outdoor was open, although I had closed the door. Then I remembered that it was exactly like the book was told: a girl came home, and something wasn’t like usual. I ran back to the library as fast as I could, and I took that book back in my hands. I sat in the corner of the library, and continued reading.
I had been a while in the library and the librarian came to ask me was I okay. I told him what had happened, and he just laughed. Then I realized how stupid I heard, and I just went back home, but this time with the book.
It was night already and I couldn’t sleep, so I started to read the book again. I wanted to know how it ended. I was a little scared, but I just read and read until I stopped: I noticed a dark figure at my door, and it stared at me with it’s red eyes, like the book had predicted.
The doll of terror
My mother had a doll when she was little. She gave it to me, and I never liked it as a child. I thought it was scary, but mom didn’t let me throw it away. She gave it to my daughter, Kiara, when she was born. She loves it, and I don’t really understand why. Its hair is messy and tangled, its dress is worn and dirty. Its other eye has been sewn on twice. But my daughter loves it, so I let her have it. It sits on the rocking chair in Kiara’s room, always with a smile on its face. And every time I go there, I always feel like the doll is watching me.
One day I went to Kiara’s room to clean up a little. She had Lego blocks all over the floor and all the toys were around the room.
Suddenly I noticed that the doll wasn’t on the chair. My heart skipped a beat and my eyes stayed locked on the chair. Where could it be? Kiara didn’t take it with her when she went to play. I left the room with a rising pulse. I looked through the whole house and did not see Kiara or the doll.
My panic started to rise, and my breathing was rapid. I stood in the kitchen. When I noticed that there was a knife missing from the knife holder, my heart sank. With silent steps, I walked towards Kiara’s room. The door was closed, even though I left it open. My hand was shaking when I moved it towards the door handle.
I pushed it down and opened the door, just to see the doll standing in the middle of the room. It had blood on its hands and legs, and it was holding the missing knife. I didn’t see Kiara, but there were blood spatters around the room. I looked at the doll with terror on my face.
“Do you want to play?”
Truth or Dare
I have always been known as the “quiet kid”. Because when I was only six years old my mom and dad got brutally murdered. It obviously left me traumas. But this story isn’t about that, but about one night when I was invited to play Truth and Dare. It was the day when was the graduation of eighth grade. For some reason, my classmates asked me to spend an evening with them in one girl’s house. I think they felt sorry for me. I still chose to go there. Instead of a sunny and warm day, it was terrible weather outside. I decided to walk to the house, even though it was far away.
When I got there, everyone was kind to me. Then, one of my classmates asked: “Should we play Truth or dare?”. Everyone got excited and agreed to play so I thought that maybe it would be fun. We had been playing for a while when one of the girls dared me to go to the graveyard, which was a block away. I hesitated for a moment, but under pressure, I couldn’t stop playing. I grabbed my jacket and left to the graveyard.
As I walked, I heard water under my feet, the wind humming in my ears and some group of boys laughing. What was odd, is that I felt like someone was following me.
When I arrived, I didn't hear anything anymore. It was so dark that I could barely tell where I was. When I looked closer, I noticed a dark figure in front of me. I couldn’t believe my eyes and started screaming but it was too late. The creature grabbed me by the neck and whispered in my ear: “I should have done this years ago while killing your parents”
Grandma Hilda
Grandma Hilda wandered through the fog-drenched streets of the city, her hands trembling as she clutched her old purse. The twilight cast eerie shadows, and the once familiar buildings loomed like menacing giants. Her heart pounded with a mix of fear and confusion. She had taken the wrong bus and now found herself lost in a maze of unfamiliar alleys. Desperate, she spotted a group of children playing under a flickering streetlight. Their faces were pale, their eyes unnervingly vacant. "Excuse me dears," Hilda called out, her voice quivering. "Can you help me find my way home?“
The children turned in unison, their movements jerky and unnatural. One girl stepped forward, her smile too wide. "Of course Grandma" she said, her voice a hollow echo. "Follow us.“
Hilda hesitated but had no other choice. The children led her deeper into the labyrinth of narrow streets, their laughter echoing eerily against the walls. The air grew colder, the shadows darker.
Hilda's unease grew with every step.
Finally, they stopped at an old, decrepit house. The girl pointed to the door. "Home," she whispered.
Hilda, tired and unable to turn back, opens the door to darkness, surrounded by children's sinister laughter, realizing she's been led astray by lost spirits, forever trapped in the city's haunted heart.
The
night
It was November in 1968 when a 71-year-old grandma called Mary was on a walk near the big forest. On the side of the forest, she had a blackout. When she woke up, she was in the forest having no idea where she was and how she got there. She had a look around her before starting to walk towards the moon. It was cold and dark, and with the weather Mary could barely see 100 feet.
After 30 minutes of walking Mary saw a red house which seemed empty. She went to the house and looked inside. After walking around the house, she decided to go inside. After she got inside, she immediately got the feeling, that she was not alone.
Mary decided to try to find something, that she could use to get back to the city. She looked for several minutes before finding an old rusty compass and a flashlight. She found them from the cold attic and tried to get down from there.
Somehow the stairs had come up and Mary was stuck on the attic. There was one window, which was the only way down from the attic. While opening the window, something started to roar at the house. Mary got scared and decided to get down fast. She got down and could see a pair of red eyes watching her from inside.
The eyes went downstairs, and Mary started to panic and ran towards north. After running about half a mile, Mary turned around and looked behind She could see the eyes behind a bush about 50-60 feet away. She ran around 2 miles and found the city. She went to a bus stop, where the red eyed “monster” finally got to her, and Mary saw, that it was just a human, with red contact lenses. The person had only tried to help Mary get back to the city, but Mary just ran away. Now everything was good, and Mary got home to get some rest after a long night.