HOrror - aedamirez

HOrror

27 stories

ryssarocks1996

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Votes 92
Parts 41

Art Saint started his murderous ways at the age of ten, killing neighborhood pets. Now at eighteen he has made plans to kill his parents and the parents of his friends. But one boy is reluctant to do so, Josh Howell. Will the sixteen year old be able to escape with the lives of his family, friends, girlfriend, or even his own? Dedicated to my uncle, who helped me develop Art. Your twisted imagination and my writing created one hell of a character and one hell of a story. Rated R by Wattpad for suggestive themes, sexual situations, and torture.

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The Maniac -A Short Story

AriadneeBlue

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Votes 26
Parts 4

I lie awake each morning with my body drenched with blood and my mouth ridden with that foul metalic taste. I have absolutely no remembrance of the night but I come to the conclusion that I had taken another person's life last night. My body aches in agony from the lacerations on my limbs to the gashes upon my head, results from self infliction. But I get out from my bed, aid my wounds and get ready for a new day as Vice PresIdent at my fathers company Tronics Co. Is it the life I wish to live? No. But am I stuck with it? Yes. But this is because I am not one, but two people. Friendly and hardworking Mason Archer that lives with bliss. Then there's my other persona. The malicing Mason Archer who murders for the good of his own soul but Chicago likes to refer to him as The Maniac.

Am I Dead Yet?

DanTheVampire

Reads 861
Votes 24
Parts 6

After dying in rather a horrible accident, Daniel must win his freedom by completing 13 tasks set by Death himself. Did I mention the tasks are also impossible?

Scribblings from the Asylum Walls

TheCreepyHomeboys

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Votes 1,326
Parts 16

In this Madhouse, there is more than one patient. The walls are littered with the stories of countless men and women who have come seeking sanctity from their own minds. Shattered remnants of broken psyches lay littered on the floor, in rotting beds, in crumbling walls... These are the Scribblings from the Asylum Walls. Welcome to the Madhouse...