Gothic Short Story

I walked in the weird kitchen and stood beside Nancy and grined and she beamed back at me. When nancy smiled at me she also started to laugh for a long time. When I went up stairs I found a frightening room that said keep out and of course I walked in it to look around and saw Mr mulholland and Mr temple dead so I panicked. When I started to scream she heard me and found me in the secret room.

It was the weekend before christmas, there wasn't snow but it was cold. We were leaving Home Depot. My boyfriend was driving his grey minivan. I was in the passenger seat next to him with his two friends in the back and a few of his other friends following us in Ethans van. The light turned green and we went down that road like every other time, but that time was different. We hit a patch of black ice. Boom. We hit the curb and s. I turned to look if everyone was okay as a flash of lights came from behind. It was kenneth's friends in the other car, they were coming up fast.

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

When I woke up. I was in a cemetery. There was a church with an iron fence. The fence had little skull heads on it. I wander around the graveyard. I saw a person standing by an open grave. I walk over to him, he growls, “ERRRR!” he sounded like my teacher Mrs. Gulon when we wake her from her morning nap. I touch the man on the shoulder and say, “ Excuse me sir, where am I?” He slowly turned around and with his bony fingers grabbed my arm. He tried to bite me. He was a scary man and bloody arms. His shirt was full of blood. I think he was a grave digger.

The morning was cold cause the Furnace did not work which probably the reason the houses pay requirement was so low to buy. I got but of course my parents were gone to work already so I though maybe to Facebook my friends in Florida but my father did not know how to start the wifi so i proceeded into the basement to hook the network up. As i slowly stepped down the steep old stairs i began to see an array of board games very amused I tried to grab one but then a very dark feeling came over me and I felt way too sick to move. I lie there on the floor crying praying for the moment to end. Just then I awoke in the car with all of the luggage on our way the our cozy new yorkers

The evening is young, and the night is fresh. You walk up to the Mag Bar in Louisville, Kentucky. The sounds of Joy Division’s “Love Will Tear Us Apart” on the loud speakers fills the streets around you. There is a small pause, and you hear Nathaniel Revell over the mic introducing the live entertainment. You are more than ready to start this event clad in shades of ebony from head to toe, but notice newer faces to the community walking in before you. Looking on the ground you pick up the advertisement that has fallen off of a nearby light pole. In the advertisement, "Goth Prom", Nathaniel Revell creates a creepy background with contrasting colors and macabre imagery, which instills a feeling of comfort for the gothic

There was a boy that lived in a small town. He had no family and did not go to school, he lived in a house alone and had only one friend, she had never seen his face and would leave home at 5 p.m. To bring him food and talk to him every day. He doesn’t go outside because whenever he went outside, he would see a shadowy creature that would follow him everywhere, so from that point on he just stayed home. One day the girl didn’t come, so he got worried and went outside to find her when he went outside, he saw the girl but the girl was screaming in fear

I turn and walk away when I get to the shed and reach up to the top shelf I go to grab the rails. Then i hear something behind me in the corn. I look down at strom her fur is standing and her back is arched, at this point i'm very scared. As I look back up at the corn I see an eyeball. I grab the rest of the rolls, then run back to the house and drop the food all over the porch. I lean against the house by this time I am breathing so heavily, i stand there for a minute to catch my breath. When i catch my breath, pick the rolls up and take them inside. I gave the rolls to my mother then went up to my room and calm down. By the time I calm down mom calls me down for supper. I walk down the stairs and walk into the dining room/kitchen and see momma granny and my papa sitting at the table napkins in their laps ready to eat, i politely say “sorry it took me so long.” momma says”It’s fine sweetheart.” i sit down and put my napkin on my lap. After dinner, I sneak a roll for the person in the shed and put it in the napkin. Then I tell momma that she could go sit down and I would clean the table. She leaves the room and I hurry up and clean up. I pick up the napkin with food in it put a blanket around me, grab a lamp, and run outside. As soon as I get in the shed I open the napkin and lay it out in front of the corn, nothing happens so I say if you eat this I will bring you food every night until you can leave. Then i get up and

I bolted across the hall to the kitchen and got inside one of the corners and covered my self up with an old, dirty, but convenient board hoping he wouldn't see me. I heard foot steps, very soft foot steps. The thing said in his voice, "Where did you go? I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to play." I held my breath and didn't say a word. "I know your in here." he said, "I'm gonna get you!" At that point I passed out.

The raccoons chased him into the woods and then I ran off of the trail and weaved through the trees that were covered in vines and leaves then I came back to the river but the river was in a canyon! The raccoons were still on my tail so I jumped and I went head over heels and splashed into the water. When my head came back up to the surface of the water was filled with rapids. I felt something hit my back and I turn and in the water and the was a fallen tree log. So I held on tightly to the log and avencily in climbed on and I saw something in the distance in was a humongous rock . So I jumped of the log and onto the rock and I was so exhausted that I went straight to sleep. The next morning I woke up and and I was still in the canyon but

The sounds of footsteps coming upstairs, awaken me out of my amazing dream, I figured it was my uncle coming home from work. He usually comes home around 2am but this time it was earlier than he normal comes home, my uncle never came home this earlier unless he had a stressful day from work on his way home he’ll stop at the liquor store. Me being the obedient child that I was I never question an adult. I hear someone opening up my bedroom door, there go them big heavy set steps go again walking towards my bed, the feeling of a touch on my arm made me turn around and there he was my uncle , couldn’t believe he’ll do something so wrong . No stop! Get off of me (slap) noooooo crying out loud; after he was done he went back downstairs, I hurry

One beautiful day I was feeding my horses and chickens, suddenly I spot something moving in the woods, I hear mom call for breakfast but i wanted to see what was moving out in the woods. I called back to mom “be right there”, and I headed toward it, I was near it, a moment later it was gone. I walked a step in the woods to make sure, suddenly I heard mom call “come on

I remember when I was a little four year old girl I woke up in my room to the sun. It was spring time on a Saturday and it was just me and my mom at home. When I woke up I immediately went looking for her knowing she was around somewhere. I checked in the kitchen and living room but it was empty and quiet. After doing that I decided to check the basement, which as a kid is the worst place to be all alone, however for some reason I felt like she was down there because she couldn't have gone anywhere else in the small house. I traveled down the stairs very slowly because I was scared and really didn't even want to go down there. As I was walking down the basement stairs, I passed the sunny door leading to the backyard and all of the sunlight that came from the door was lighting up the basement making it look welcoming and not so cold and dark. I then heard the washing machine turn on and that's when I knew she was there and decided to pass through the dimly lit basement fastly to the laundry room where she was. When I approached her she turned around and seen that I was up and straightaway said “Oh you are up! I washed your Mrs. Bear ”. Mrs. Bear is a white bear with a brown threaded nose and two black eyes that I had been given from my mother. Mrs. Bear would always get dirty fast and as a little kid I cared about her alot, even today I still do, so when I heard my mom say she washed her I was ecstatic. I looked up to see Mrs. Bear sitting on the ledge of the small basement

Gothic stories are very dark and disturbing. The Feather Pillow, prey, and The Black Cat the main character is broken down by events. The pain that they suffer can be connected to their relationships.

I saw my mom walking out the back of the house with the cup of coffee she had made for my dad. The week before, my granda had gave my dad her truck because it needed to be worked on and my dad is a mechanic. So, that was what my dad was working on in our other garage. Anyways, my mom and I walk back there to give him his coffee. He pops out under the car as soon he heard my mom talking to me. His face and hands all dirty as if he just painted himself with black paint. He grabs the mug and takes a sip of the hot coffee.