Horror/Scary: - Writing.Com

Horror/Scary

This week:

Edited by: W.D.Wilcox

More Newsletters By This Editor

1. About this Newsletter
2. A Word from our Sponsor
3. Letter from the Editor
4. Editor's Picks
5. A Word from Writing.Com
6. Ask & Answer
7. Removal instructions

This is it…Halloween. Are you ready? All the scariest stories at Writing will be presented here for your terrifying approval. You know me; I love this time of year. I believe that Fall is my favorite of all the seasons. Even the name, Fall, reminds me of lines of steadfast soldiers falling like leaves among the dead and dying—amid the decaying flesh and bones of other fallen heroes.

It is a time when the trees shutdown their life-giving blood, and their leaves begin to die and turn brilliant colors of red, yellow, green and brown. And in the distance, you can see dark clouds gathering off the horizon and hear the thunder boom loud enough to crack the world. You can feel the air begin to cool and the wind whisper of the approaching change. You can smell the fields of wheat, straw and moist earth—like old bones rising to the surface after a drenching rain.

Fall is the time of year when all things must die in order to be resurrected again. Christ said His return would come like the changing of the seasons, and I believe that this time...this time, I can sense it in my bones, feel it in my heart. The season has changed. Fall is here. It’s Halloween!
.

ASIN: B07YJZZGW4

Product Type:

Amazon's Price: Price N/A

Not currently available.

HALLOWEEN EXTRAVAGANZA!

As you lie in bed, waiting in darkness, tense, and listening for movement, you hear no other sound but your low breathing. A minute passes, another, and then you hold your breath and there is no sound at all. You are utterly alone.

The darkness begins to thicken as though some primal malevolence were rising from the deep trenches of the earth and spreading across your walls in marbled veins of black. Your eyes jiggle, straining open as wide as possible. Except for the yellow glow of your outside light, the room is as dark as blood.

You close your eyes, seeking inner peace, but find only turmoil and shadows. You try taking slow deep breaths to calm yourself. Instead, your breathing becomes more rapid, ragged. It is hard to believe that in the daylight, this room is the happiest place you’ve ever known, yet now it is almost as unfamiliar as a stranger’s house.

The ink-black gathers silently around you, as shadows roil and ripple about the room. There is one that stands hunched over your bed, its hands appearing to dangle to its knees. It turns its head from side to side, smelling the air in search of its prey, and then bends to the edge of your bed, sniffing. With all the suppleness of a black silk ribbon, it slips in-between your sheets as your pent-up breath swells in your lungs.

The urge to flee becomes overpowering, but you remain frozen with fear. You feel it flow across your legs, working its way up your body like the gooseflesh that rises against your skin. It smells you, explores the seawater scent of your gender, and for a moment you wonder if it will painfully enter you. Grim seconds turn into minutes, and then to your surprise, it moves up toward your head.

The shadow lies atop your body like a weightless lover, head raised inches above your face. A scream gathers in your chest, rumbles up your throat, but issues with no more force than a stuttering moan. This horror is real. The blood, when it comes, will be thick, warm, and wet. Its mouth gapes wide and the porch light silvers a stream of drool that slowly slips from its lips. You can feel its hot breath upon your neck, smell its moldy, nauseating stench and decay. It has a voice, a hoarse, gravelly whisper, husky and guttural. Its mouth moves up and down as though it is unused to human speech, and then vomits up the words like the ripping of a torn sheet, “Happy Halloween!”

I'm sorry, I couldn't resist...lol.

My only tip for you this month is to write with your senses and not your brain. Think about it!

Until next time,
billwilcox

Horrifying Horror

My main reason for writing this newsletter was to feature some of the fabulous tales of horror I have found throughout the site. There are so many new and terrifying stories being written for all the wonderful contests that are going on right now. These stories and poems are not for the weak at heart...you have been warned.

STATIC

The Funeral

(13+)
A twelve year old loses faith in his father after the tragic death of his mother
#1171144 by W.D.Wilcox

(Excerpt: We buried my mom today.)