The Nightmare In the first part of our story we saw how Trish visited the derelict Victorian reformatory and was brutally taken by an entity which was horribly real in every sense apart from being invisible. The traumatised young woman flees to her flat and a warm bath where she is introduced to the fact that her attacker has accompanied her home. Feeling...
Lizzie awoke the next morning and despite the events from the night before she was not sore. In fact, she was dressed in the pink tank top and black shorts just like the night before and everything in her room appeared to be in order. "Could it all have just been a really fucked up dream?" Lizzie asked herself. She slowly sat up in bed and pulled down both...
The death of a baby may not be the most intense grief a human can experience. Having not experienced every sort of grief, I couldn't say. I will assert however that it may be the sharpest, the most three-dimensional, the furthest distance to fall. From inexplicable joy, the transformative bliss and complete joyful shift that is pregnancy and birth, to the co...
*A Word of Caution; This third part is long and it certainly not the final part of Mavis' Halloween story. It contains intense erotic and fetish elements, as well as elements of disturbing horror, so the author advises that if any reader feels like they would be disturbed or offended by this portion of the story, it may be a good idea not to read it. If, how...
Jessabelle had long brown hair and blue eyes. Her full breasts and curves made wearing a dress difficult, but Jessa secretly enjoyed going out in men's clothing to hunt and spy on the soldiers marching their rounds. As the daughter of the captain of the guards Jessa was not considered a lady or a commoner. Tonight, was terribly cold and windy and Jessa saw h...
Althea Amberhearth sat at her usual spot in the Black Crab tavern. Few windows and a scarcity of candles meant the establishment rarely rose above dim light. Probably so that the customer base would fail to notice the numerous stains littering the wood floor. A shame the lighting did little to stymie the stench, as the sickly sweet scent of old ale trickled...
The first thing to come to him is a groggy sense of awareness concerning his surroundings. The sanitary smell of an asylum coupled with the moans, groans, and screams of other patients. Still half medicated Daniel isn't aware that five years have passed since the horrible incident with his parents; in fact Daniel isn't quite sure of his name right now. Sit...
I wish I could move. I want to. I want to get up from here and run as far and fast as I can from this horrible place. To scream for help... but no one would be there to help me. No help for me. Or for my sister. I can see my sister. Like me her eyes weep from where the knives plunged in. The skin bruised, torn and ragged around her mouth. Her insides vomi...
in An alley off of a street that seems to appear and disappear in the oldest most decrepit part of the city, there is a little shop front. An old overhead sign hanging from the storefront that says in fancy script The Library. You enter into the place through the old wooden entrance. You see pile after pile of books and bookcases with no real organization an...
Initial Impressions: I should start by warning you that my opinion on this subject is rather biased. I enjoy cheap B movies that are only worthy to be shown on the Sci-Fi (I refuse to call it SyFy) channel. I love Godzilla flicks and cheap monster mashes and really who doesn't love zombies. I'm posting on Literotica which should be a good indication of my fe...