Gothic Short Stories

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

Topaz’s spookiest experience was when she saw her grandmother sitting in her old chair after she died. This scenario relates to Gothic Literature and Magical Realism because it contains supernatural things like a ghost, a strange or scary plot, and a gloomy mood. Those two genres are similar because they both show dull and odd events throughout the stories too. However, Oates’ “Where is Here”is an example of Gothic Literature because it contains a spooky and eager plot, an ambiguous ending, and tortured characters.While Julio Cortazar’s “House Taken Over” is an example of Magical Realism because it uses weird, strange plots that seem regular as if it were a part of daily life. Gothic Literature and Magical Realism is in these stories which makes Topaz’s spookiest experience a Gothic Literature and Magical Realism.

'What! Wait! Were am I? And what am I in? Who are these people?' I thought to myself. My eyes darted to the middle of the room. 'What is that?' I wondered. It was unfamiliar to me it seemed like alien technology but I was still unclear about that. Then the door to the room I was in opened. The thing that came in was definitely not human. The thing typed something on the computer thing in the middle. Suddenly these little electrical, mechanical static charges were came down from in side the thing I was trapped in side. They were coming strate at me. I tried to move so that I wasn't electrocuted but I was stuck in place! Then waves of electricity corsed through my body. All of a sudden I remembered everything. Who I was. Why I was here and who sent me.

I hadn't seen the door before. It wasn't there last night. Cautiously, I turned the handle. It seemed as though once I put my hand on the knob, it was stuck there. I slowly pulled the door open, and I was sucked into the pitch black room. It was so dark that it felt like I had my eyes closed as I floated through the air. Down I went, feeling like every second

My head was sore, my body was aching, and everything seemed hazy. I was in a room, a dark room, which had an unpleasant odor to it. I was tied up to a wooden chair. My hands were wrapped up, and my legs were pinned down to the the legs of the chair. I was struggling, trying to get loose, every muscle in my body was fighting against the pain. I held in my tears, hoping that I can get out of this diminutive, and enclosed 4 by 4 room. Many hours had passed by, and there was still no ray of hope in sight. Unexpectedly, a shadowy figure approached towards the room. The man was wearing black jeans, a black sweater, and a black hat, and carried a

There was a doctor tray next to me with a needle and some type of clear grey fluid next to it. The door was cracked, I saw people walking up and down the hallway. Out of nowhere I hear someone scream. I was trying to figure a way out but other than the trey there was only a door, a small closet, and a window. Thinking of a way to get out I stood on the chair to get out the window, but the chair fell. A loud BAM! The chair smacked the floor. I heard footsteps coming closer, I stared at the door then ran. I could hear the footsteps getting louder and closer. I leaped in a closet and slammed the door. I could see someones feet at the closet door, I was extremely quiet as I had ever been. After 5 minutes the feet left. I peeked my head out of the closet, no one was there, but the door was cracked. The chair was still there I got back on the chair and pushed the window. The footsteps came back the door slammed open; the man had a terrible look in his eye. The man grabbed my foot, I kick him in the face and grabbed the needle, I stabbed him right in the neck. The widow was wide open and I squeezed out the window; plummeting on the ground. I ran as fast and as far away from

The sensation sent me reeling through the long alleyways, my hands out before me to catch myself if I fell. It all went by so quickly that I didn't know what happened until I stumbled over my own feet and hit the ground. I was okay, though. I felt relieved—as if all my problems were sinking into the ground along with my blood. That's  when a soldier began calling my name, only to give up when all I responded with was gibberish.  I tried to speak but my words tripped over my tongue and I was stuck in my own mind and about to die. I felt trapped in my own body.

I take a running leap and land on top of a dumpster. I leap again and catch the edge of the windowsill of a abended building. I pull myself up and through the window. I land with a soft thud on the hardwood floor. I make my way into a hallway. The floor is littered with dirt and debris. I arrive at the end of the hallway and open a door that gives access to the stairway. I go up a level and walk through a doorway into another hallway. There is only one door to the left and I open it. The room’s barley lit with only light coming in through the window that is partly being blocked by someone standing in front of

Head rested on pillow as eyes gazed the ceiling. Physically I was there in a room enclosed by four walls, but mentally I was somewhere in a never-ending corridor. Each door led to a moment in time and a person to match, but as day by day became year by year, one by one each door would lock. Each moment in time and a person to match would be incapable to get to. It was as if the person never existed and as if the moments were false memories. “DeeDee, let’s go!” A male voice from downstairs yelled, interrupting my thoughts.

Meanwhile, Russ, Ron, Nick were standing in the back of their yard and suddenly heard a loud booming noise. Then they finally found out that it was thunder. Every person started to scream and

The next morning I heard deafening sirens ringing in my ears. Were they coming for me, or was there just a fire nearby? I looked around. In the distance I saw an abandoned house anticipating its crumble. The sirens were approaching closer and closer. I could hear the engine roaring nearer and nearer. The flying dust was visible from my position. It’s an ambulance. Do they see me? I guess not. The ambulance rushed right past me, and I threw myself to the ground, as if I was pushed. Why me? What did I do to deserve this torture? I give up. I couldn’t contain my tears anymore. I started to feel dizzy and overwhelmed,

I’m taken through a continuous hallway of blinding white walls. I lay there with a blank mind, staring at the ceiling, but I was interrupted by the man closing my eyelids. You know, the thing people do to dead people. Unsurprisingly, I wasn’t able to open them afterwards. So, I laid there in the darkness. But eventually, I feel the wheels of the table go over a bump on the ground, a sign of entering a new room.

I fell to the ground and the throbbing subsided to soreness. I took the sudden flash of pain as a warning not to guess answers. I took a step back and decided to enter into one of the other doors instead. I took a liking to the white door and decided to use that one. I swung it upon and walked inside. The room was a hazy black with little light. It had only a keypad and a mirror. I turned around to open the door for some light, but the door was one. I was stuck in the black void. I walked toward the keypad and looked in the mirror. I was taken aback by the sight, realizing after a moment that was me. I had black hair that looked dyed and brown eyes. My complexion was incredibly pale, but that was to be expected of a dead person. I would have looked normal if it weren 't for the left side of my face. My eye was black and my cheek looked swollen and bruised. I had a gash in my head and had blood running down my face. I looked as if though I was beaten to death. The moment I had thought that, a notepad appeared in my hand. I was small and and had a pen running through the loops at the top. The paper was split into two sides, one labeled clues/evidence and another labeled notes. I wrote down “beaten to death” on the notepad and it disappeared. I sat there dumbfounded. “Where was I” I thought, “What on earth could this mysterious land be?” I was rather scared so I looked back at the mirror as the mirror comforted me. I looked at my reflection and I felt

“ALLY LET’S GO NOW!” Said one of my friends yelled at me over the screams coming from many people and was pulling me while running away just like the others from fear of being hit. I quickly reacted and ran knowing that my life could end at any second. Many thoughts started to race in head my family, my friends, and my future. My heart was racing out of chest, my body wanted to go numb from fear, however, I had to continue running, and I started to cry fearing the stranger that just walked up to our school.

When I awoke I was sitting in a dark room with one large window on my right. As I tried to stand up. I was restrained by multiple brown ropes. They were wrapped around my chest holding me down. I couldn't move. Suddently a large light from above turned on. I was blinded by its brightness and couldn't see a thing, but i should hear things. From the noises I could hear a man pull up a chair in front of me. Screech it went as it was dragged across the stone floor. Or at least it sounded like a stone floor. He than sat down.