Gothic Short Stories

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What the hell?!

I screamed when the place shook with a ruckus. I had to duck and dodge things that were spiraling at me. The tiled pattern floor shook and cracked and the roof completely ripped out of the ceiling. Bringing to light a horrid world. A world that looked like Hell.

My eyes grew wide with horror.

The sky was completely covered by roiling black smoke, which was visibly spreading everywhere. There was a roaring, crackling sound, and I could see great flames leaping into the sky. The hot wind carried ash and cinders.

No. This can't be real! This can't be real! Grace this is all just a hallucination!

I was panicking now, my head spinning in every direction only to see the house breaking into pieces,things going into flames, or …show more content…

He went into a low crouch behind me, arms outstretched, his red eyes burning with hatred and rage.

Tears streaked my face and I made another run for it, desperate to stay alive. Fire reached the house. Fanned by strong winds, it had torn through more of the interior. There was nowhere to go.
My feet try to dodge the cracks and holes on what's left of the floor. I suddenly felt my foot get caught by something, sending my whole body straight down. I ignored the pain and look to see a firm hand gripping my ankle. It was the dad.
Pinkish looking saliva foamed between his rotten jagged teeth. The man looked horribly infected. I didn't understand how he could change like this, but the thought of it was horrifying.

"Grace." He hissed and I try to get my ankle free. My legs tried to fight him off but his disgusting body crawled on top of me.

I don't want to die! Not here, not like this!

I was screaming on the top of my lungs and thrashing my body from underneath him. The dads face inched closer, winding his jaw reveling sharp daggers of teeth. As he was going in to bite off my face, I turned away and …show more content…

My face was filled with heat and shock when I saw someone standing there with this big ass blade in hand. The guy definitely looked older, maybe like a year or two from me, he had short dirty blonde hair, but was long enough to give him that "bed-head look". The guy was tall, probably six foot from where I was standing, his face purely masculine with broad shoulders and a solid chest. He was wearing a long black coat with a red vest underneath this coat, a black muscle-shirt beneath, and a pair of dark blue

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