I stood there with a pale and blank expression on my face. I couldn’t find the words to describe the horrific scene I was witnessing. The blood was dripping in rhythm from one of the overdrawn bedsheets, as if death was keeping tempo. This one was just like the others. The bed, covered in white roses and leather straps, contained streaks of blood that told of an attempt to flee. Like the others, t...

It was started as a normal day, just like any other casual Tuesday. Vanessa performed your usual morning ritual of waking up late and rushing to her first class at the local junior college. Sitting down quickly and thinking she was unseen, she was startled to hear her professor shout from the bottom of the lecture hall.

“Miss Vanessa! Tell me something. How can one do so well in their course yet ...

I dont remember every detail. I woke up late yesterday and quickly ran to the bus stop in hopes that I wouldnt be late for school. As I hit the books and began my studies I glanced towards the window. There across the street I could see the figure of a woman, dressed in a ballroom gown, motioning towards me. I shurgged it off and decided that the late night study session had finally caught up with...

It had been days since Paul had heard anyone’s voice. The wolves searching for food and companionship were the only noises echoing through the air. Days and night’s passed without any concept of time. The only opening was a hole that was just large enough for Paul to fit his head through.

Outside, the cool and crisp air of the daytime would give way to the frigid and dry stillness of the night. I...

As the evening fell on the sleepy town of Carlisle, Melissa was late ensuring that the doors were secured in the basement.

It was well known within the town that nightfall brought the “Terrors” out, searching for the next meal.

Though none of the towns people knew what the “Terrors” truely were, they knew that their hunger for human flesh knew no boundaries.

Just as Melissa had finished lock...

“You have to listen to me! You’re not like this!” I remember screaming as the baseball bat riddled with nails slammed against the door.

Only moments earlier, I had sought refuge inside the small bungalow, sheltered from the rage that was hell-bent on getting inside. It was my son’s friend, Shane. His recent withdrawl from a weeklong bender of various hard drugs had created a beast that was no lon...

The crashing sound of the storms woke me. Even after countless attempts to return to a dream state, I would awaken to the abrasive sound of thunder roaring across my ear canals. I laid there in my bed, listening as the rain ran like pellets of broken glass across my tin roof. It was no use. I had to wake and prepare for the day. The weather had no care for whether I slept well or not at all.

Walk...