HORROR CREATIVE WRITING SAMPLE #1 ACCOMPANIED BY A PHOTOGRAPH
The Eye of the Pitch-Black Tunnel
Remember, you are either here as a sinful culprit: because of your ill intent motives, or you are here as an innocent bystander: fully in this predicament due to the unfortunate nature of events that had no business to bleed in your life.
Which one is it?
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You awake and crack open your eyes, expecting some sort of beaming light source to be present. The first thing that you see is a deep nothingness. The deep nothingness felt like you were staring at the depths of an ocean. It felt unusually and creepily peaceful embraced and intertwined by a silent darkness that extended itself for miles. It felt unlike anything you may have ever encountered. You were engulfed by an immensely strong kind of darkness that essentially impaired your other senses as they were doing the best it could to work together as a unit. In retrospect, some of your other senses that have been working as one separate unit, have become stronger.
The dark was abysmal, it was dreadful, it was profoundly soul sucking. The depths of the pitch blackness were too much to bear and with not being able to see at all, it made it hard for your other senses to cooperate with each other. With not being able to see, you become breathless to the point where it felt like you were being suffocated. With not being able to breathe properly and see, your other senses like hearing and touch, have become heightened. You could feel and hear a small breeze coming from the opposite direction of the dark mysterious location that you so happened to be in.
You scream and hear an echo of your voice. You are in a tunnel of some sort.
You are laying down and decide to lean upwards, but as soon as you attempt to do this, you feel a searing burning sensation on the left side of your belly causing you to not have enough might to lean up fully. You plateau downwards back to the ground that you lay.
Were you stabbed? Were you shot? By whom? When did this happen? Where are you? How did you get here? The unanswered questions kept swarming leaving you with anticipation to find out more.
You attempt to lean upwards with all of your might, but you strain in pain and agony, so you fall back down to the hard, cold gravel filled ground.
You take a long deep breath, and you speak to yourself, you gotta get up! Get up! Third time is a charm, you are able to muster enough power to lean upwards, despite the pain.
You use both hands to push yourself up from the ground to stand completely up. As you do this, blood pours out of your belly because you did not apply pressure to the area.
Once you're up, you immediately apply pressure to the side of your stomach.
You're lightheaded. You feel like you wanna pass out, but somehow you have enough will power to walk forward to figure out how to get out. A tunnel has two openings, an entrance and then an exit. Neither seemed to be within your reach, which was nauseating to even process.
As you walked farther and farther away from your starting point, dread was coursing through your veins. Every step felt like you were walking through quicksand. There was something that was setting you back from wanting to find out why and how you got here. Fear of the unknown was like an overarching cloud that was hovering over you, destroying your confidence in finding the way out and also, depleting that tenacity that you will see the light of day again. You cling onto these emotions. But you keep treading forward, because deep down you knew that there were no other reasonable options.
Your name is____?____, you are an adult, and the kind of person who cares deeply about other people and has a hard time putting you first. You hate when the attention is on you because it leaves you with no choice but to put your attention on yourself before anyone else. You have never truly loved yourself. When all eyes are on you, that's when the insecurities form and that's when you want to cradle yourself in a hole and be alone until the focus on you dissipates. You hate to be judged. Judgment you believe is the worst possible emotion that someone could execute in your opinion. The world as you know is full of hate, so you always told yourself that you must not conform to society.
You walk for 10 minutes following where the breeze is coming from, while applying pressure to your stomach with your bloody, wet left hand.
As you tread along, you realize that the light breeze has gone away that was leading the way. You walk for another 10 minutes and realize that the air is getting warmer and warmer to the point where you are sweating profusely.
You stop to catch your breath. The culmination of the heat, the sweat, the injury, was all too much to bear. You place your hand on your stomach and grimace in pain. You realize that there is something burning inside of you. Then you came to the realization that you were shot. The bullet was still inside of you and was sizzling. This immediately told you that you got shot fairly recently. Matter of fact, it had to have just happened! Your injury could be fatal. Hurry up before it's too late!
You keep it moving after taking a short break and eventually you step on something, something major.
A bag with a bottle of water, what felt like a granola bar, a flashlight and a revolver with one bullet, was in a bag, ready to be eaten and used. You thankfully found it on the ground of the tunnel. You firstly take out the flashlight and shine it upon the revolver so that you can check the cylinder of the gun. You see that there is only one bullet. You drink sips of the water because you immediately knew that drinking gulps of water after being shot, would leak into the womb. With your stomach being potentially perforated and the womb not being tended to, you were aware that you could die because of it. You eat pieces of the granola bar for some energy, but you throw it all up because the pain on the side of your belly is starting to become unbearable. It felt like a hot knife has been jabbed into you, cutting your intestines. You wonder if the bag was intentionally left for you specifically? You grab the flashlight again and slowly move it around the tunnel. What you see horrifies you.
Your mouth widens as you slowly turn your body 360 degrees.
There are gigantic eyes around the walls of the tunnel staring directly at you, following and processing your every move.
HORROR CREATIVE WRITING SAMPLE STORY #2
Don’t You Dare Go in That Hole Cole
Whoever crawls in the hole never comes out. There are no if or buts.
The hole stands out like a sore thumb that was bitten by a bee, that eventually became red, filled with puss, and ready to pop. Located in Philadelphia, PA, deep within a local park, parents all the time have dissuaded their children from playing around the hole. Parents would keep watch of their children like hawks. There was one scenario, the only scenario, that happened when the park was first opened to the public in 1982, where a child had gone into the hole and never came out. The parent who lost their child was on the news and was never heard from again.
The park overall has an inviting presence to it. The hole has an entirely opposite effect. It gives off a feeling of fear and dread the closer you draw near it. The leaves that surround the hole are beautifully enticing, but the twigs surrounding it are almost unappealing. The twigs are perfectly placed, leaving room for a desire to touch it. The lonely, long stick that is holding the structure up, is holding onto dear life.
Growing up, Cole always had a destructive behavior to himself because of the destructive tendencies of his parents that he sadly inherited. His parents destroyed Cole, like a branch snapping in half. Parts of himself are unable to be mended back together again. Cole is that branch. Cole is 20 and has a younger sister who is 10 years old named Ruth. Ruth was inevitably the favorite child and received better treatment from her mom and dad compared to Cole. Despite Cole being the least favorite child, he made it a part of his mission and motivation to protect his sister if something were to go down. He was told about the hole a long time ago by his parents and then was told again recently about it by his sister. His parents would warn him and repeatedly say….Don't you dare go in that hole, Cole. He could never find it because the hole was tucked somewhere within the large park. He asked his sister where it was, so that's when she showed him. They both sneaked away as their parents were arguing about something minor… as usual.
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“Cole! Get your butt downstairs… NOW,” exclaimed his mother.
“Yes, mom, Cole,” says in a calm but annoyed manner.
Cole speed walks downstairs and looks at his mom.
“Your Father and I have been talking, and since you're not in school anymore, and apparently don't want to go to college, that means you need to start doing more around this house and get a job.”
“I’ll try, I said.”
“Trying isn't hard enough. You need to start looking. I don't want to hear any ifs or buts”.
Then Dad walks into the house causing even more of a disruption of the peace.
“Where the hell have you been?”, exclaimed my mom.
“That's none of your goddamn business, my dad says while slurring his words”.
“Your business is my goddamn business," she yells.
Not wanting to hear their argument once again, I decided to go upstairs back into the room, but before I could make it upstairs, my dad says,
“Now where are you going?
“I’m going upstairs and I don't want to hear you guys argue for the 10th time today”.
“What did you say to me”?
“I said—
Before I could even say anything else, my dad punched me in my mouth that knocked the wind out of me.
I fall backwards on the floor.
“Now why did you have to say that Cole, " says his mom.
“Because he doesn’t know how to show us respect. The boy doesn't even have a job and definitely aint going to college. Did you talk to him about our conversation?
“Yea, I did. I think he understands.
“Good,”.
“I get up, not even looking at my mom and dad as I leave to go to my room.”
Shortly after I walk into my room and lay on my bed, my sister comes in and checks on me.
“Are you okay, she gently asks?”.
“Yea, I'm fine”.
“She walks up to me and climbs onto my bed as I'm laying down and wraps her small arms around me to comfort me”.
“You know… mom and dad really suck sometimes.”
“Yea… I know.”
“You think they will never argue?”
“Not in this world, maybe in another dimension?”
We both laugh.
Then the laughing ceases.
And I get serious.
“Ruth?”
“Yea?”
“If dad ever puts his hands on you… I might just kill him. I love you. And I don’t want anything to happen like that to you”.
“Now why would you do that”?
“Because I care.
Not knowing how to process this, Ruth just says,
“Okay…but make sure you make it out alive”.
We both lay there and chuckle for a few hours, not in silence, but overhearing our parents' loud voices, arguing, which echoes to the second floor of our house.
“Cole, I have something to tell you… it's a little bit off topic.”
“What is it?”
“I saw the hole again, in my dreams. The hole was really dark and when I got closer to it, it was calling my name”.
She started to shake.
“Ruth, it's okay, you don’t have to be scared. It was just a dream.
“But it felt so real”. In my dream, I saw a young boy, around my age, in the hole. His eyes were a deep black just like the hole, and I heard him spell out my name.
“I promise you, that nothing is out to get you”.
“If we go to the park tomorrow, I'll show you what it looks like”.
Cole notices that her obsession with this hole has gotten stronger and her continuous dreams about the hole doesn't help her at all. All I could say was…
“Okay”, to relieve her nerves and anxieties about it. Little did I know that this was going to be the worst day of my life.
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It’s Saturday morning and my mom and dad surprisingly wake up in a good mood, so they take me and my sister to the local park.
We make it to the park, and as soon as we get out of the car, my mom starts to argue with my dad about his driving skills and says that he drives like a maniac. Before they start arguing even more in public, my sister grabs my hand and says that she wants to be pushed on the swings. Thankfully, that was our immediate exit from our parents' heated exchange.
As I push her on the swings, she tells me that she saw the hole yet again in her dreams and knows exactly where it is. I stop pushing her, and say…
“Show me where it is”.
She looks to see if her mom and dad are paying attention to us, but nope, they were still arguing.
“Typical,” I said.
She grabs my hand, and off we go deep within the back skirts of the park.
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“It's right there, she says.”
I look, and see a very dark hole, like what she described in her dreams yesterday. I couldn’t believe it and it immediately turned me off and I felt a sense of fear and dread that I couldn’t shake.
My heart started to palpitate.
I looked away from the hole because my eyes started to sear staring at it. As soon as I looked back at the hole, I saw my sister crawl into it.
“Ruth!! What are you doing? Get out.”
Before I could grab her small leg, to pull her out, her whole body was submerged into the hole.
I yell at her.
This isn't funny Ruth, Get Out of there! …
No answer.
“Ruth, stop playing with me. We need to leave! I scream.”
Still no answer.
My eyes started to sear again staring directly at the hole. So, I look away and then look back. I see her standing next to the hole.
She starts laughing.
“I got you good, didn’t I?”
“That wasn’t funny Ruth”.
I grab her arm, and before we make it out of the back skirts of the park, she says,
“I don't feel too good.”
I take a look at her and her neck is red and looks like it is on the verge of swelling. Then, her neck snaps backwards, and she is being pulled back into the hole. She screams.
I fight to pull her arm from the force that is pushing her into the hole. We both are being forcefully pulled into the hole. Once we enter, all we see is pure darkness. As we are being swallowed by this thing, I lose grip of her. Her screams get more distant and less louder as she drifts and echoes away from the outside light.
I yell her name, but she can't hear me.
Before I know it, I am spit out of the hole and Ruth is gone.