Ten Steps of Hell_The Witch's Familiar_The Wrath of Roachzilla_Between the Pages
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Ten Steps of Hell
My house is black. Although, now since I think about it, everything is black. My clothes, my hair, eyeliner, bed sheets. I just loved black I guess.I went to bed that night in my black bed sheets, staring at my black walls. I succumbed to the horrifying natures of sleep shortly after resting my head on my pillow.------------------------------------------------I was moving through a house, fear carved into my soul. I wasn't sure why I was scared, but I was. The house was black, similar to mine in a way.A chill could be felt throughout the halls and into my room. It was a strange feeling, to be ...
The Witch's Familiar
[CW: mentions animal abuse and death]Nine hundred and ninety-nine stepwww.onedoor.ccs into the forest, there is a clearing–a perfect circle exactly eighteen feet across. The trees here are centuries old, and though their trunks and roots dare not creep into this space, the canopy of their orange-clad branches create a cave with a skylight casting the center of the clearing in a persistent glow.There, in that natural spotlight, a familiar awaits his new master. He is tall, long, and lean; nose to tail tip is at least the length of a grown woman's leg and sitting next her he'd nuzzle her knee with ease. His f...
The Wrath of Roachzilla
“I’m hungry, Marcus.”“So? Make yourself something.”“I don’t wanna!”“Why?”“I’m too lazy!”“Me, too.”“So, Hot-Stuff, what are we gonna do?”“Dunno.”“I gotta eat something.”“So, get your lazy butt up and get food!”“Fine! I’ll go get the damn chips!”“Thank you, baby!”“AAAAHHH!”“Perry?”“A huge roach is in the kitchen!”“So, kill it!”“You don’t understand! It’s the size of the kitchen table!”“Yeah, right, Perry! You’re such a wuss!”“COME HERE!”“I don’t know why you can’t kill a stupid, little— AAAAAHHH!”“See?”“It's bigger than a Great dane!”“No shit! Now kill it!”“I got a better idea.”“Hey! Where are y...
Between the Pages
It was nearly three a.m. when Edith decided that sleep wasn’t coming, and there was no point in staying in bed. She had hardly slept at all in the past week and was starting to wonder if the ability to fall asleep was a skill a body could simply forget. It was the sort of silly notion that made perfect sense when she was alone in bed, staring at the ceiling in a house that was far too quiet, and that seemed to get smaller with every passing day, as if her breath by itself was not enough to keep it from collapsing.She threw off the quilt and planted her feet on the floor, rubbing her arms a...