#soundinthedarkness

First of all I'd like to say that I am highly impressed with the amount of talent on this site. It's more than just amazing, it's frankly kind of baffling.... but then again I guess most of us are used

I am now reviewing entries. No more entries will be accepted at his point. It's going to be hard to choose a winner because there were so many good entries. Lots of great fiction stories for me to read

A long time ago, there was a house that stood on the bay near Mobile, Alabama. It had been vacant and boarded-up for years. Most people in the area kept well away from it, frightened by its uncanny reputation.

Image source: PxHere Decade old walls observed in silence as two figures walked up the narrow stairs. The otherwise silent passage resonated with sounds from their soft footsteps and beating hearts. The

Source: Pixabay It is three o'clock in the middle of the night and I am on my bed, forcing myself to sleep. I have been counting sheeps since midnight and I am still wide awake. The lights are already

This is my entry into @jeezzle's writing contest.  If you don't want to miss out you can find his post here. Dominique woke up in a haze. She couldn't see anything around her, and she had no idea where

This story was a good 15 years ago. It was a few weeks after my birthday and I was starting to get comfortable with the new bicycle I'd wished for and gotten. It was my pride and joy and I'd take any and

The way my Aunt Katie told this, the June night was cold enough that even the gnats took cover, hiding in the crevices of the white barn instead of swarming beneath the farm's single night-light. She launched

After being unconsciousness for hours, she finally gained back her consciousness. She was in a dark room with a little vent which was the only source that light could enter through. Her hands were tied

There is a story in the dark. Its out there. I can feel it, sense it. Untouchable but cannot be ignored. Do you hear the story breathe? A wispery distraction. Its not new. The story. I've know it is there,

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It was friday of May when i went into the hometown of my grandmother. My mother told me to visit her mother or my grandmother. I was reluctant to go because it was located near in the mountain of Mindanao.

They told me never to go to a temple late at night. They told me never to whistle at night. They told me never to make fun of the ghosts. I never cared, I always did exactly the opposite of what people

I have a sound in the darkness in my soul that tells me that some people have to change their attitude or they will be punished by a tool called karma. I think that any harm we make, physical or moral

I hid under the seat. I knew the steps would start making a sound sometime soon. It was completely silent. Only the dim reflection of the moonlight guided my eyes into the subtle rims of the plastic chair

I startled awake, straining to listen, and yet there was no sound.  It was eerily quiet.  My heart was beating a little to fast and the sheets were damp with a cool sweat, goosebumps covered

NO MORE ENTRIES WILL BE ACCEPTED. 1st prize: 3 steem + full upvote. 2nd prize: 1 steem + full upvote. 3rd prize: full upvote. My full upvote at 11, 200 SP is something like $0.60. I made this. All you