Gothic Short Stories

As the carriage stopped beneath the archway, Elizabeth Cockles jumped out and looked around her. Above her head was a tall archway of trees that edged the pathway to the house. As she got closer, Elizabeth realised that “mansion” was a more correct way to describe it.

About a week later he told he that he was laying down and felt a cold draft like something was breathing down his neck. When he got up to investigate it there was a hand that held him down and before he was going to scream it covered his mouth. He heard someone whisper "Shhhhhhh". And he felt his shirt lift and a hot burning claw scratch his chest and when he tried to struggle it choked him and he passed out and woke up later to a bunch of bloody cuts and burns all on his body. He was basically bathing in his own blood. He ran out of the house and came to mine which was across the street and he told me but told me to never tell anyone. We banged him back up and he went home but before, he told me he would keep a journal under his bed. When he arrived home he yelled at it to come out and it did but what ever it was it wasn't afraid of the light and he described it has a tall figure with its arms longer then it's body almost touching the floor and it had bright red eyes and rotten flesh the flesh that did stick to the bone was grey and discolored like a zombie but awkward one much more demonic. He blinked and it was gone. He was

chest as if it were a newborn child in danger. I'd been following her for

I was so preoccupied with looking around the room I didn’t notice a short, elderly man creep out from the shadows. “What are you doing here?!” he shouted, “This here is private property!”. I turned around and took a good look at the man. He wore bleached, old fashioned clothes that resembled a style from the 1960s, with thick spectacles. He looked familiar. “A corpse was found in this area this morning, I’m questioning the residents surrounding the crime scene.” I replied, “Have you ever seen this man?” I inquired, pulling out the victim’s wallet showing him the photograph of the victim. An expression flickered across the man’s face almost too quickly to catch it, but he quickly regained his composure, “I ain’t never seen ‘im.” the man said indifferently.

I woke startled, dazed and confused basically drowning in my own sweat. Where on earth am I. I got up and spun around and all I could see was four blank walls that seemed like they were closing in on me. The only thing that stood out was a lone door placed right in the middle of one of the walls. Without even thinking about it, I started to carefully creep forward towards the door, but as I did this I could hear movement on the other side and the door began to open. I was lightning quick to react and rushed up to the wall right beside the door and nervously watched as a large figure began to enter the dimly lit room. He looked around and noticed the empty space and shouted out in surprise, but I was quick and without a second thought grabbed him and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him out cold.

Rain hit my head, raced down my face and back. We trudged through the mud, sinking in our boots feet deep. All we could see was our breathe, all we could hear was the wind slapping against the trees, rain hitting, and our boots squishing in the mud. We expected the weather to be like this, the weather channel had been going crazy all week about a storm passing through our way around 5 pm today. Just as predicted the rain became heavier, fog thicker, and sky darker. But our search group did not give up; we had been searching months for the beloved missing girl named Emma Barrett in the Elliott State Forest in Oregon. She was last scene heading into the forest with her parents on a Tuesday afternoon for a hike, hours

His eyes drop to the ground, slick with some substance. Blood, he recognizes in cold terror. And—what is that thing? It resembles a human made up of a million limbs, stitched haphazardly together. A spider turned human. It turns to him, eyes narrow and severe (what colour are they? It seems to shift unnaturally in the moonlight, ephemeral).

Scars decorated the beast’s body, knife wounds extended down his arms. Bullet marks danced over his chest. His face, charred on one side, shrouded the right side of his skull. His legs, mutated, like someone had experimented on them, patches of metal sporadically covering his limb. His hair hung down the side of his head, stringy and greasy. He inched towards Carter, dragging a long club alongside him. The bat, covered in thick red, liquid. The poignant odor that was emitted from the mutation, caused Carter to choke. The appearance of the beast itself nearly made Carter retch. The blood on the stick, smelled metallic, and fresh from his last victim. As Carter turned to run, the unearthly beast leaped from its spot. Landing just behind Carter, the beast swung the baton. Carter wailed. Crack – the club penetrated his skull. Blood pouring from his scalp, splattered onto the beast as he turned away, leaving Carter’s motionless body on the floor. The beast limped away, out of sight – looking for his next

I looked up at this figure as if it was the devil himself, the figure took off his hood so I could see his face and what I saw was unbearable, his face was covered in blood all around the mouth leading up to his simple nose. I did not want to look into his eyes wondering if I would be the next victim, but I did it anyway. His eyes were bright blue and full of wonder and sorrow as if they had been only the worst things in life, adding up to his hair, brown hair like a bear you would only come across in the dangerous mountains. The creature had a pale white tone to it as if its skin has never seen the sun. I stared at the monster or man or whatever it was for what seemed like forever, a moment later I snapped back into reality and when I glanced up the creature was standing right in front of me, it grabbed my neck and then it all went black, I opened my eyes and look all around and it was only just a dream. I looked over at the clock and it was about three am. I tried going back to sleep but I couldn’t, an hour went by I kept tossing and

'The Tell Tale Heart' is located in a house that is probably old as a

Christopher slowly descended the crumbling stairs and found himself wrapped in pitch black. He tried to switch on his flashlight, but the power had gone out. “Hello?” Christopher called in distress. Once again, there was no response. Just then, Christopher felt a light tap on his shoulder. He spun around quickly but couldn’t make out anything in the dark of the cellar. The now-frightened ghost hunter found the closest wall and began to walk the perimeter of the musty room. He could hear rats skittering across the dirty floor, and the cool breeze was ever-present. Then, Christopher stumbled over a stump and fell onto the ground with a thud. His hand touched something odd--something skin-like. He reached out and felt around with his bruised hands,

A dead thing held onto my shoulders, clothed in my friend's body, yet I did not scream. I did not lay down and beg to die in that forest. What had happened was that the undiluted fear immobilized me. Hell had burst out of the ground and manifested itself in Julian, but my body was in a stupefied trance. What had been the body of my dreamer was now the home of an unlimited force of fear. Whatever was in the woods had come out, searching for prey, and claimed him as its

It had green gooey spots all over its body. Out of nowhere, I heard a bang that came off its leg leaping one step. When he took that one step forward, the puddles of water in its mouth fell off and hit the ground so hard it, camouflaged in the dark blue concentrate. As he took one step forward, I took one back. That one step backwards, damaged me because I got scratched badly from 3 sharp, puny, cans. I didn’t even see them, when I took that one step back, as they the blue like the concentrate, so they blended in. Blood was gushing out from my palm because that’s how colossal the scratch was. As I turned around after curing my scratch, with a piece of cloth, that was lying around. The monster gained so many steps against me. That’s when was I scared the most. I stood up very slowly, using my knees to pull me up. I ambled gradually to a light that I saw in the distance. After a few steps, I twisted around to see if the monster is still there or if he was following me. But I didn’t see anything, which was very unusual, all I saw was the black brick wall, however, the wall very different, as if it was like something was in it. But then I saw something very familiar and that was the monster’s red eyes. I carried on walking as if I didn’t see

It snipped him in the right arm. John ran out of his house in fear. He ran to his shop about half a mile away and spent the night there.

The house was dark when I arrived. Walking slowly up the driveway wanting to turn back not knowing what’s waiting for me inside. I arrive at the front step, my hand shaking, my mind racing saying don’t go in, don’t go in over and over, but I build up enough courage to go in, as I open the door screams are heard from the bathroom. I ran into the bathroom as the lights flickered, shattered glass glittered on the dark green rug, a broken mirror hung on the wall above it, blood on the rug and on the sink, the blood dark and glossy. In the corner a girl, a girl I’ve never seen before her face all bruised. I asked her why she was here and she said “I’m hiding from The shadow Man” before I could even say another word I blinked and everything was back to normal, I thought I was hallucinating, then I heard a knock on the door, every second the knocking grew louder until then it opened, freezing where I was.