Collection of My Horror Sketches

A horror blog filled with little excerpts I think of to receive input and suggestions before I go on to finish the books I was working on with the help of my late grandfather, and hopefully send them in and have at least one published.

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Silent Sounds

You sense, rather than hear, the silent voice behind you. The inaudible whisper makes you question whether or not you are truly alone, but you reassuringly remind yourself that you are. 

It is only when you feel the nonexistent touch of fingers, slowly dragging themselves across your skin, when you finally come to terms that it has been with you all this time. 

You try to run, but would you really expect something that isn’t truly there to not be able to keep up with you? 

As you run through the door, and down the poorly lit hallway in an effort to escape its clutches on you, you feel it right at your heels, and you have gained no distance between it. You keep running, anyway, until you come to a sudden, in-explainable stop for no reason, other than it’s all you can do. There’s no point in trying anything else anymore. Face your fears, they tell you, and now it’s your moment. 

You turn around to face it, and while you can’t see it, you are terrified. 

Your hand is curled up in a sweaty, cold fist, but you don’t have the chance to use it as you feel a steel grip on your arm suddenly yank you back, and you lose all control over your body.

And now, it is you who creates the silent sound, as you attempt to scream.

~LS

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Superstitions

Everyone has them. You can’t deny it, because even just a hint of one you might have had years ago is still there, deep inside of you. It lingers, whether it is dormant, just waiting to be brought back to life to give you another good fright, or is active just enough to remain unnoticed. You might push these thoughts that inevitably creep in to the corners of your imagination aside, but they will always be there. 

When you hear a story about a ghost or an old urban legend, do you scoff at it? What about when it comes to be relevant to you, in a certain situation? Will you repudiate the idea now, or will you take it as a warning? You might never know the truth until it stares you dead in the face. It is only then that you might believe.

~LS

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Shadows

You get a chill down your spine; you don’t know what it is, but it’s behind you, and it’s watching. You feel hints of it all the time, but this time it feels real. A glance behind you reveals nothing, but a dark shadow behind you. You shrug it off, as it is common at this time of the day, twilight, but there’s the suspicious feeling in your gut that remains as you continue to see it from the corner of your eye. It almost seems to pass you by, sometimes, but you keep brushing it out of your mind and focus on making it home safely. 

Finally, you reach your doorstep, though as you open your door, you see it rush by you and go around the side of your house. This time, you decide you should investigate, and drop what you have and run after it. As you hunt for it through the thick foliage of the overgrown garden of ivy and your mother’s former, forgotten perennials, your investigation reveals nothing. Once again, you blame this strange suspicion of yours on the late hours you’ve had endure at work lately, and the many myths you’ve heard over the years that are mere fiction, used to arouse fear in the minds of children, and you shrug this preposterous notion from your mind for the last time.

As you arrive at your doorstep once again, you pick up your bag and other items you dropped to chase after this “shadow,” and realize something: you left the door open. You walk in, set everything down, and remind yourself that it was nothing as you lock the door, just in case.

The evening progresses, and is uneventful as usual, but as you head to bed the feeling returns, stronger than ever. Pushing it out of your mind, you get yourself ready for bed, you see it again, and now you realize: it’s real, and it didn’t hide in the garden... it’s in the house, with you. 

~~Luna Sonant

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New Here! Hello!

Thanks for checking out my blog, and hope you like it! I am a budding writer, who has always had a love of stories of unsolved mysteries and the paranormal, especially when there’s lots of interesting history and science involved. I plan on using this blog to test the waters on whether or not people would like my writing. My grandfather was a successful author, and was helping me with my writing, but I was only able to finish a children’s book before he unexpectedly passed away. My hope is that by using Tumblr, I can receive constructive criticism and input to help hone my skill before I build up the courage to send in a book in the genre that I truly love~horror with a spin of science and historical fiction. I hope you enjoy, and please feel free to let me know what you think! Anything helps!

~~Luna Sonant