Lefr Eiriksson goes on a expedition far out into the sea. The storm rises, and the serpent of Midgard appears … More
Category: Horror
Ceremony (audio narration)
A story about a former journalist who have decided to take law enforcement in his own hands. He’s investigating a … More
Day of the Ants 3/3
Link to first part – Link to second part Custer ran into the storage room in the back of the laboratory. Markinson … More
Day of the Ants Pt 2/3
Link to part one
-Custer! Look at this! Markinson was staring at his phone.
Custer looked up from his pile of notes. -Shouldn’t you be working?
-There’s been a terrorist attack, here in town. He’d got Custer’s attention. -And if this isn’t an acid, I’m no chemist.
Custer got up from his chair, walked over to he college. They zoomed in on the dead bodies in the photo.
-It looks like some kind of formic acid, Custer said. -Only stronger. A lot stronger.
He went over and turned on the radio. They were talking live from the scene…
Day of the Ants Pt 1/3
They are coming at him, thousands of them. Nigel shoots them down in high numbers, but they keep attacking. He’s outnumbered. Outgunned.
Game over.
He turned half around in his chair, stretched out to grab the coke can on the table. Something moved in the corner of his eyes. He looked over at the ant colony glass beholder. There were ants climbing up on it, on the outside of the walls.
At first he thought some of his own ants had escaped, but soon he saw they weren’t the same species. He wondered were they had come from… (more)
Broken Box
There was a box in the basement. A box Makki had never seen before. It had strange drawings and symbols on it. Faces with creepy expressions.
He tried to open it. The cover didn’t budge. He pulled and pushed, turned it around. Shook it. Something moved inside, but it was securely sealed.
He got crowbar, pushed it in under the lid. Held on to the box, pulling the crowbar down. The lid broke.
He looked inside. He couldn’t see anything, but it smelled horrible, like rotting road kill. He turned it up side down to see if something would fall out. It didn’t.
Disappointed he dropped the box on the floor and went upstairs. He started cutting some bread. He was home alone, and he hated cooking. He ate a sandwich, and went into the living room, sat down in front of the TV. He felt strange, like if someone was watching him. He could hear sounds as well, weird whispering noises…
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