Dear little beePear, please rememberWorry little about the journey, enjoy.
The Spider Queen's Door For as long as I could remember, the field by my neighborhood was empty. The ground was too soft for construction equipment, and the soil wouldn’t nurture anything but weeds. Only two dead trees, surrounded by mushrooms, broke up the emptiness of the field. The owner couldn’t do anything with it, so he left it empty. My parents wouldn’t let me play over there. They called it trespassing. My friends called it something else. Spider Queen. They said the trees were the doorway to her cobweb kingdom. They said if you went between them she’d catch you up and eat you. No one ever found the kids who wandered into the Spider Queen’s home. We never played in the field, even though it would have been perfect for any game we could think of. But no one wanted to risk death, or worse, getting grounded. So we played in the streets and driveways and broke up games whenever a car drove through. And we n
Halloween specialWARNING: The following contains gore and character death. Reader discretion advised.-----Adam ran through the building, his footsteps echoing across the dark corridor His best friend Ty followed close behind. They were the only ones left, The rest were long gone and falling victim to this sick attraction. "Come on, the exit is this way!" He panted, grabbing a wall corner to make a sharp turn, Ty following in pursuit. They were college kids on the night of halloween, searching for a bit of fun. A new attraction had opened up, and the whole town was in on it. He had urged his friend to go. How did he know it would come to this, trapped and running through building after building away from horrors that awaited them? They rounded another corner. A loud bang echoed through the room. Someone was trying to get through another wall. Ty jumped with a yelp, causing him to speed up.They never saw it coming. Adam made it to the door. The last of the power was on. They co
InsatiableThere's a legend in the upper North.You know, the type some call an 'Old Wives' Tale'; but the wives here won't speak of it. It circulates mostly among the children, but even then very little. A young one will sit by the fire with the fable on its lips and witch the others into wide and glassy-eyed terror. Then the mothers come and threaten to beat the young one 'within an inch of their lives' if they don't stop speaking nonsense. The threat usually works but the tale is still there, and it won't go away. It wouldn't matter if the whole village forgot it. A babe would be born with the legend writ in their mind; waiting only for the day when speech comes knocking to bring it forth again. In any case, it goes something like this:Over the mountains and into the glaciers lie two standing stones fallen. Some say they were righted, but they are horribly wrong. In earlier years, the people used to climb the peaks to pay homage to the Gods, but tradition
House on the CornerThe House on the CornerOn the corner of Elm Street and Travis Drive, about 5 kilometers from the campus of Miskatonic University, Arkham, Massachusetts, there stood a grand old mansion of 200 years. It was a dark cedar wood structure with Victorian design and gables but few windows.People in town rumored that the owner had a disease that made him avoid bright sunlight. But they neither could explain the disease nor provide any evidence. Typically the reports were regarded as mere rumors. This was the case for about 3 years.It happened that the university accepted the application from one Atwill Reade, an alumnus and professor from Kent, United Kingdom, who had taught the subject of rare diseases at his university. Reade would teach 'psychic link disorders' at Miskatonic.His application mentioned that these diseases were transmitted psychically by sorcerers and various unaligned users of psychic skills and magic. He felt the need to transfer his knowledge and research in United Stat
And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die!And with Strange Aeons even Death may Die!“Faceless. Voiceless.”Those two words, repeated over and over by the patient in his cell, confounded every one of the nurses and medical personnel who tried conversing with him. Were it not for the IV drip in his arm and the fact that he blacked out at random intervals and thus gained a modicum of sleep, he would surely be dead. Even now the strange man was running on borrowed time. He should have been healthy but his vital signs were being ravaged by some unknown malady.No one knew his name, only that he had been dropped off by an unknown person or persons one blustery night at Blackmore Asylum in Providence, Rhode Island. But it would be an inaccuracy to think that this man was completely insane or gone. His eyes betrayed a sinister, hunted sort of intelligence, a sensation like he knew he was being stalked.And then there was that logbook the man had held in his possession. The staff weren’t quite sure what to make of it
Weathering WoodsBIG MYSTERY IN SMALL TOWNThe town of Weathering has recently witnessed some strange events, beginning with the death of Melissa Carter, a local student of Big Bridge High School, that devastated students and teachers alike. Her body was found in the woods east of town, with multiple bruises and cuts on her arms and legs. Her throat had been slashed and her blood drained, making concerned parents wonder, is Weathering still a safe place to call home?Not only that, but cats and dogs seem to be disappearing from households across town. Their corpses all been found around a week after their disappearance in the same woods in which the police discovered Miss Caster’s body.“We are still looking into this,” says police chief Allan Sanders. “Our top priority is the safety of our citizens and their children, and we will not stop until the perpetrators—A hand slashes across the newspaper, crumpling it onto the table. The grease from my pizza seeps into the fine
On the wallThe end is near little one.