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The Son of Project 12 - Part 2

The next day he watched as the posse of rifle-armed men trailed through the forest in search of their murderous beast. They combed the woods like predators themselves, in all directions but towards Dale Benshaw’s. This, George found strange, and it gave just a little bit of credibility to Martin’s story. He took it upon himself to search the woods that led to the creek, where none else...Read On

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On the mountain. Part 5

As Jane was led to the back room she felt foolish for her outburst earlier. If Victor had intended to kill her he'd have done so already. They stopped in front of the tapestry where Victor slid the heavy hanging cloth to one side and opened the door, together they entered the room.     He paused at the back wall and showed her the carefully disguised finger holds. He then placed his...Read On

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The Son of Project 12 - Part 1

It was a quiet town — if you could call it that. A few houses scattered throughout the deep forests of Northern Ontario bound together by nothing more than a one-lane gravel roadway that you could conquer with mild strides in less than twenty minutes. So small was this humble community of laidback country folk that their town didn’t even have a name. You couldn’t find it on a map if you...Read On

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On the mountain. Part 4

When Jane opened her eyes again, she was back on the couch in Victor's cabin. The couch had been moved closer to the fireplace so that she was bathed in the heat from the burning logs and she was wrapped in a soft blanket.   Her head hurt, and when she raised her hand to feel the wound the blanket fell from her shoulders, and she discovered that she was naked. Fear and panic clutched at...Read On

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On the mountain. Part 3

Jane could not remember the last time she had enjoyed herself as much as she did during that day.The splint that she had fashioned before Victor found her was discarded. Using materials in his cabin, he fashioned a makeshift cast for her leg, and Jane was able to walk without pain.   At night they talked for hours about every subject under the sun, Victor was well versed on a variety...Read On

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On the mountain. Part 2

Jane awoke with a start and a short scream and looked wildly around the room, it took a few seconds for her to remember where she was. She relaxed when she realized that she was back on the couch in Victor's cabin. Jane then began to question herself. Did she actually get up? Did she actually discover that there was a hidden back room? Did she really see what she thought saw? The last thing...Read On

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On the mountain

Her leg was broken, there was no doubt about it. She cursed herself for ignoring the warnings of attempting to climb that mountain and explore that old castle. She remembered telling those that were concerned for her safety that she was an expert climber and hiker. When she was told that the mountain was cursed and repelled any and all visitors she laughed at these silly stories...Read On

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Comrades

How will his old friend be after so many years apart? Some severed friendships are best not rekindle

The bus came to a halt and Bob Clement stepped off, nodded an acknowledgment to the driver who drove away, leaving him with a light breeze under the bright sun and cloudless sky. He was in unfamiliar territory, so he had no idea where to go first, and thought he would find a local pub or café as the locals there might know where to find who he was looking for. After around ten minutes, he...Read On

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Snow White: The Evil Queen (part 5)

A twist on an old tale.

It didn't take the prince long to find Snow White. As he entered the small hut of a house, he could smell freshly made tea. And sure enough, there sat his fair lady sipping from a tea cup, with a body split in two beside her. “How did you find me?” Asked Snow White. “All the animals have returned from hiding, my fair lady, so I figured there was no one left in the forest to disturb...Read On

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Snow White: The Evil Queen (part 4)

A twist on an old tale.

Snow White was wandering around looking for something to take the next little man out with when she stumbled down a huge hole. Looking up from the hole, she knew if she could get some sharp sticks this would be perfect as a pit. Climbing out, she set off to find some large sharp sticks. Once she found ten sticks, she was happy with, she stuck the blunt end in the bottom of the hole and moved...Read On

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Snow White: The Evil Queen (Part 3)

A twist on an old tale.

Part 3 Snow White ran until she tripped over the skirt of her night gown and fell to the ground. Getting up, she looked down at her tatted clothes. Then she had an idea. Searching around her, she found a vine and ripped it from a nearby tree. Next she pulled at the top half of her night gown and separated the top from the skirt, making it two parts. Then she turned her skirt around and...Read On

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Snow White: The Evil Queen (Part 2)

A twist on an old tale.

Part 2 That night the seven little men went to the castle and found the princess asleep in her bed. They bound her legs and arms with rope and stuffed her mouth with grass. Then they carried her over their heads in a straight line and disappeared into the forest. Once in the forest, they put the princess down and cut all her ties. The princess sat in shock as she spat the grass out of...Read On

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Snow White: The Evil Queen (Part 1)

A twist on an old tale.

Part 1 Once upon a time in a faraway land, lived a beautiful young girl named Snow White. She was named due to her very fair skin that was as white as the shining white snow of the winter wonderland where she lived. Her lips were the colour of blood and her eyes shone like blue sapphires. Although she was beautiful, she was quite cruel. Her father had not long remarried and his new queen was...Read On

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Charlotte's finger

An overheard conversation can be funny, but also terrifying.

They sidestepped down the aisle of row C. She began to think of space invaders and the two-tone beat of the music. She smiled as she caught the sound of Christmas music, and a loop of chattering people, a party maybe? Laying down the frame for the play? They settled into their seats, three rows back. One of her two sons hung his coat on the back of the chair in front of him. She asked him...Read On

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Memories of an Amnesiac

A story based on a dream that made me cry, this had to be written before I forgot it.

My name is El- My name is E- I don’t know my name. Who am I? More importantly, where am I? Oh. I didn’t quite know what I was doing at the ceremonial event. It was not ‘my kind of scene’. But there I was at the opening credits of the play, formal wear on, in one of the best seats. Somehow I was placed next to a man most of the world loved. He was a famous man, and he had enormous...Read On

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The Antique Fox

Maybe he should not have bought the unique gift for his father's birthday...

He wanted to buy a gift that would be completely unexpected. The type of object that could never be guessed. His father was the type of person who had it all. The type of person who it was difficult to buy for. It wouldn’t matter if he bought him something ordinary and perhaps traditional, like socks, or a bottle of whiskey, but he was always doing that, so his father was probably...Read On

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Mummy's boy

What happens when a son loves his mother a little too much?

The knife dripped its last drop of blood onto the carpet, and Paul Campbell stood in a state of confusion and panic. His mother lay motionless on her bed, blood glistening in the daylight from the windows. That was it, he thought. In a brief moment of madness, or was it sanity? He had stabbed his mother 46 times in her chest and neck. Blood had soaked the whole double-bed and was...Read On

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Psycho Charlie

What's Charlie got cooking that means he needs to keep his house like a fortress?

He wondered why he had never thought of it before, in all his years of burgling houses, most of them urban, he had never specifically gone out into the countryside to burgle a house. They would seem to be easier than normal dwellings, as the owners would probably own plenty of electrical equipment, such as TV’s, hi-fi’s, etc. Entertainment out in rural areas is more difficult to come by than...Read On

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Catesia

What is it about the wasp that won't leave the bedsit? Bug spray won't touch this.

Armed with a rolled up newspaper, Raymond Stockton hit out at a large wasp that had invaded his bedsit, but missed, and hit the frame of a print of the Andes in winter. It flew around the shadeless bulb in the middle of the room, even though the light was not on. Another swing at it produced no effect as it simply flew out of the way. Normally he didn’t mind wasps, or basically any other...Read On

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The Supervillain - Chapter 1 to 6

The true account of I and my four colleagues in tracking the worlds most dangerous killer.

As followers of my testimony thus far will authenticate, I (Goitye Powerhouse), and four others of exceptional strength and mind, have taken the future of humanity in our own hands, to descend upon the house of the devil. We fought our way into that home -- of immense serial killings-- with that express intention of ending whatever unholy power, human or inhuman had come to earth in...Read On

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Bugged

He loved killing insects, until one day they'd finally had enough.

When he heard a loud, sharp crack, he instantly knew what it was. He checked the sole of his sandal and saw that he had stood on a cockroach, one of its legs still twitching. It didn’t matter. He was always standing on them, most of the time on purpose. Stanley Marwood was on his way to the fridge to retrieve milk. Upon opening it, the sudden light sent more cockroaches scuttling around,...Read On

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The Demon Within Me: Chapter One

For those of you unaware, this story contains graphic depictions of violence. It is not for the faint of heart. I've rated it EC, but even beyond that, this is not a story that has very much censorship. It may even be a trigger for some. Read at your own risk. Again, this story doesn't reflect the views of me or of Stories Space, and this kind of behavior is NOT condoned. *** Last night...Read On

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The Demon Within Me: Prelude

------------------------------------- This work within its first few lines contains language or other material which some readers may find offensive. In consideration, Stories Space has hidden the preview of this selection. By choosing to view the piece in its entirety, you agree that you are 18 or older and do not object to such content. ------------------------------------- There’s a...Read On

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The Final Glyph

Adam stood in the middle of his deserted street, the Kimber .45 trembling in his hand, as he flipped the safety off. The faint metallic click almost echoed along the concrete and through the maple tree branches swaying in the warm spring breeze. With so much silence everywhere else, each sound had an amplified, warped quality to it, like echoes from a sealed narrow corridor. The warm gust...Read On

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The old abode

When an old house appears from nowhere, Peter can't help but explore.

He could only stop and stare. There was nothing else he could do at that moment. He’d skidded to a halt on his bike, nearly going over the handlebars, as he saw the abandoned house on one of his familiar trails. For 15 years, he had ridden along this pathway, twice a week, and not once during that time had he seen the semi-detached, set back from the path, surrounded by the trees the route...Read On

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Night of the Clippies Part Two

From Clotheslines to Killers

Part Two: Night of the Clippies A half hour later, Monroe was alert, bandaged and bruised, but sitting upright in the kitchen chair drinking a tall glass of orange juice. He borrowed the phone and called Sheriff Taylor at his home. “Hey boss. My apologies for calling you so late but –“ “No problem.” Monroe could tell he just woke him up. “What’s news?” “I’m up at the...Read On

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The Other Half

After she'd killed and buried her husband, he wasn't happy.

He stared out from behind the glass of the small frame, the picture taken 22 years ago as he stood on a beach, the sea behind him beneath a cloudless sky. She wanted to feel emotion at his passing, wanted to shed a tear, but she couldn’t. He hadn’t been a bad husband, and he certainly hadn’t been good, but then neither had she. Yet he had seemed to treat her as though she wasn’t really...Read On

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Stiletto Hell: Sole Survirors

These shoes were made . . . for Killing

It was late April. Harold Bailey, stiletto attack survivor, woke up with that queasy feeling in his innards. For months, he’d contemplated spilling the truth to his wife about that fateful Halloween Eve, but knowing how inconceivable his encounter was with the satanic shoes, he could not divulge a word. “No,” he said to himself gazing at the bathroom mirror after a brisk tooth brushing....Read On

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Diary of the Baltimore Child Killer

Creepy

Reader discretion advised.  The story you are about to read contains mature content that some may find offensive.  In consideration, Stories Space has hidden the preview of this selection. By choosing to view the piece in its entirety, you agree that you are 18 or older and do not object to such content. *** August 24, 1980: Thecarnival was hot. I waved at the man standing...Read On

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Who Do You Trust?

Who do you trust, when you don't even know if you're real?

Who do you trust when you can't tell what's real and what's not? Who is really here, who did my head make up? Is the man with the drugs and the questions real? Are the noises, the lights real or imagined, hallucinated? I know the sleep deprivation is real, that much I know, but is someone really waking me up, or am I doing it to myself? Are they reading what I write, if they are real? He's...Read On