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The red scorpion
I know that when dawn breaks I will be devoured by the red scorpion I tattooed on my chest. I remember the moment, the euphoria of that Friday when I decided to get it tattooed. I dreamed of having it on my skin, I chose it with the care with which one chooses the love of one's life. Its shapes, its figures, its imposingness. I had woken up on my eighteenth birthday. My mother had lost her authority to command. As soon as it was daylight, I ran excitedly to the Moroccan's shop, on the outskirts of the city. I arrived at his business after lunch. The Moroccan, with a reputation for making pacts with the devil, greeted me with a smile. I stripped before him from the waist up and gave myself to his ways. The process took seven hours. I wanted it to be impeccable, shining on my chest.
By Salgadoabout a year ago in Horror
The Forbidden Resurrection
Author's note: This was my entry into the 2024 Autumn Short Story Writing battle. Now that the competition has concluded, I am publishing it here on Vocal. The prompts I had were "Cemetery Tale," "Film Set," and "Soulmates." Enjoy!
By Bradley Ramseyabout a year ago in Horror
An Offer You Can't Refuse!
Liam slumped on his couch, scrolling through job listings with the energy of a half-dead sloth. His current job was driving him insane, and he was desperate for a change.
By Komalabout a year ago in Horror
Movie Review: 'Nosferatu'
Nosferatu Directed by Robert Eggers Written by Robert Eggers Starring Lily Rose Depp, Nicholas Hoult, Willem Dafoe, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Bill Skarsgard
By Sean Patrickabout a year ago in Horror
The Haunted Laptop
I pulled the refurbished laptop out of its box and began the process of setting it up and making it my own. It wasn’t everything I was looking for and it wasn’t the latest up to date but I knew it would offer me everything I needed to write my stories and search the internet without issue. My previous laptop had died on me so I was thrilled to finally have another one.
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a year ago in Horror
Possessed? Or Just a Typical Cat?
“Hey Claire, you awake?” “It’s 2 a.m., Kayla. What do you think?” “I need your help. Something’s wrong with Gizmo.” “Your cat? What’s wrong? Is he sick?” “No… worse. He’s acting weird.” Claire groaned. “Define weird.” “He’s just… staring at me. And purring, but it sounds more like growling. And—ugh, I don’t even know how to explain it! Just come over!”
By Komalabout a year ago in Horror
The Origin of the Smiling Rock. Content Warning.
This is the next chapter in the ongoing saga of Shamblin' Sam and Ella, Queen of the Damned. The Narrator isn't too happy with me at the moment. I think he may be losing his shit, as we sometimes say here in the slums. Given the difficulty of the subject matter, I think he's done an admirable job navigating it with delicate words, but maybe give him some encouragement in the comments. He's a little shaken...
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Horror
The Quiet House
Day 1: I don’t know why I’m writing this. I guess I need something to anchor me, a tether to the world I used to know. Moving here was supposed to be a fresh start—a chance to leave everything behind and finally focus. It’s a beautiful place, really. The house is old and a little decrepit, but it has charm.
By Kelabout a year ago in Horror
Escaping the Curse
He walks through the door, a smile lopsided on his face, his cheeks slightly red. Perhaps it’s the cold, perhaps it’s the long afternoon spent in the garage. He had been loud before, quite loud. His green eyes flash bright, like his teeth. His curls are messy, streaked with grease and kissing his forehead. Internally, I flinch. Familiar chords pluck in my chest in a painful pinch. But, not him, never. He’s not afflicted with the same curse as my parents, as many are. I was careful in my choosing.
By Laura Lannabout a year ago in Horror
The Parasite. Content Warning.
“Hey Lynette, you busy?” “Nahhh, just finished with my last patient. What’s up?” “I was thinking of dropping by your clinic. Would that be okay?” Dakota asked.
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago in Horror
Treasures
She has a battered treasure box that she keeps under her bed with pieces of the memories that swirl in her head A bit here, a scrap there
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Horror
Craven
"The Raven" stands as Poe's deep, bottomless well of ruination, a testament to the bleak nature of existence and the crushing solitude of shadow. In this darkened realm, we find ourselves momentarily possessed by the accursed knowledge that our world is but a dream, confined within the confines of our skulls. Once the cork is pulled from this abyss, like the maelstrom in another of Poe’s tales, we are inevitably drawn into a cosmic shadow—the void of Self. This grim reality mirrors the cosmic black hole that will one day swallow the sun, hurling it into the depths of the infinite abyss, which is our death.
By Tom Bakerabout a year ago in Horror