Rabid Records

Chapter Five .. Burned “Claira!” Anne yelled softly, for she was out of breath. Claira turned to face Anne, and then started, “Anne! What are you doing out here? Come quickly. We will run around to the back. Mother will not suspect anything, for nothing exciting ever happens when Father is not home.” The girls ran around to the back. They opened the back door, wiped their shoes at the doormat, then tip-toed up a set of grand, white and gold stairs to Claira’s room. Her room was massive with

Running, with no stop not even too look back. He climbs onto a ladder leaning against the house. He finally gets a second and he looks back to see nothing but darkness, he reaches for his pocket and finds 4 crumpled one dollar bills and a five dollar bill. Checks his other pocket and found his father's knife. The street lights shined on it and there appeared to be a dry blood stain. Just then he looks out to the street and see’s that dark figure again, without motion it just stands there staring

“Your daughter is alright Mrs. Annenberg, there are no symptoms of a person with mental issues. But if I musk as, why do you believe your daughter is simply crazy?” Dr.Willburg questioned. “It is nothing that concerns you sir. Thank you for examining Amelie but I must go. I am a very busy woman and have many matters to attend.” I curtly replied. I hurriedly left his office feeling worse than when I came before. There had to be something wrong with my adoptive daughter, since she killed the house

It was May 16th, 2025 when I got the call asking if this was Jason and I was asked to go to small house outside of Fayette. I’m a homicide detective for the state of Iowa. When we reached the crime scene it looked like a party, but not just a regular party, it was a party of massacre. There were five victims and one survivor. The victims had six slashes and six stabs to the heart. The slashes ranged from one to three inches deep into the flesh. He also carved a satanic star in the top of each victim’s

The alley’s light gleamed Bruce’s path. It was if as the alley knew what time Bruce walked this path. “Ring,Ring,Ring,” Bruce’s phone echoed. When Bruce had hung up the phone his panic dropped the phone. He rushed through the muddy puddles. “How”,“When”,WHY!!,” Bruce repeated these words in his head until it hurt. He rushed out of darkness,and the bright powerful lights of the New York’s Hospital shined Bruce’s grubby,filthy face. He rushed into the clean, white room. He asked the receptionist women

It was a cold night on May 16th. The air was crisp as winter leaves. I can remember the gunfire as if the bullet was just shot. The man that shot the bullet was filled with greed and power and was just a little over 6 feet tall; that was the man that killed my parents on that cold night. My sister and I were hiding in the closet and the only thing was the darkness that filled the room and the only sound was gunfire. We quietly jumped out the window and ran to the police station. when we got there

On the Missouri side of the Mississippi River, half a day’s journey from St. Louis, was a town called Dawson’s Landing. In 1830, Dawson’s Landing gained a new citizen by the name of David Wilson. David Wilson had a rather unfortunate encounter on his first day in this new town: He had just made the acquaintance of a group of citizens when an invisible dog began to yelp and snarl and howl and make himself very comprehensively disagreeable, whereupon young Wilson said, much as one who is thinking

On the night of May 31, 2014, 12 year-old Morgan Geyser and Anissa Weier of Waukesha, attempted to murder their school friend in cold blood. When taken into custody, the girls both recited the story of how they had been planning to murder their friend, Payton Leutner “Bella,” in honor of Slender Man. Morgan and Anissa discovered the internet meme, Slender Man, on the website CreepyPasta, that contains paranormal horror stories. The girls quickly became fascinated with the creature on the website

Marcus Pennie Written Communication September 9, 2012 My darkest hour was also the moment I became a man. When all my years of training, all the blood, sweat, and tears of running, aiming, skills training, and hand to hand combat had finally been put to the test. My first kill. It wasn’t a proud moment but it was one on necessity and choice that I’ve played over and over again and I still get the same result. It would have gone exactly the same. September 21st 1999, 1327 Zulu time. We

Everything happened so fast. The door was hardly cracked before it burst open, smacking her in the knee and sending her reeling back. Before Jen had really recovered, one man had her in an arm locked, straining painfully against her shoulder. That was enough reason to panic, but the gleam of the knife turned the terror up to eleven. And yet, even with his threat hanging in the air, she was attempted to scream, if only to give Alyssa a chance of escaping before she could be caught. But the brute who