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The Best Modern Horror Films: Version II

Apr 16, 2015

As you know, DA's perfectly timed server crash yesterday not only deleted the journal I'd spent three hours of my valuable free time on, but also deleted its saved draft in Sta.sh. I was going to leave it be, but I don't want three hours of hard work to remain immortalized in the form of a bunch of curses and half-assed summaries. Thus, I'm going to see how much of the original document I can retype from memory. This is going to SUCK for me, but with all luck, the end result will be much better for you peoples. As I said in the original: I've listed these in order from least to greatest, so don't be dissuaded if the early picks fail to impre

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The Best Modern Horror Films: Version II

Apr 16, 2015

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Once Remembered Always Forgotten-Part 1

Note: This is Velvet's Backstory. I just couldn't fit it all in the title. Ha. Enjoy. ~ "Come on, Velvet!" a young boy with fox ears and tail exclaimed, grabbing his sister's arm and pulling her onto the street. She had the same aspects of a fox, and she was staring at a few men who were carrying a few blocks of expensive minerals. "Mum said we have to be back soon," her brother told her in a scolding tone. Velvet sighed, finding her brother's rushing obnoxious and unnecessary. "I know, Vel." she murmured as they walked past a few townsfolk that smiled at them. "You don't have to pull me around everywhere." she managed to shake her arm f

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Once Remembered Always Forgotten-Part 1 by velvetkitteh, literature

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Once Remembered Always Forgotten-Part 1

Yognapped 3: Minecraftia Falls P6 by KleinerKiller, literature

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Yognapped 3: Minecraftia Falls P6

Chapter 6: Griefed Ridge stared at the man whose window he had just crashed through, enjoying the expression of shock playing across his mustachioed face. He briefly wished that the charming, cocky smile set in his own face wasn't his standard expression, if only so that he could genuinely pull one off at that moment. "Good morning, Jasper. I hope I didn't frighten you too much." That was a tiny lie, of course. His enjoyment of the situation only increased as the renowned Skylord reeled back from his youthful, yet disturbingly hoarse voice. Jasper took a step forward, readying his sword arm and rifling through his inventory for said sword. "

Stalked: Games We Play P11 by KleinerKiller, literature

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Stalked: Games We Play P11

Wary of moving any further than the relative safety of the entrance, you toss what remains of your minuscule, bloodied glass shard into a corner. The noise it makes would be almost imperceptible under normal conditions, but in this silent space, it is enough. You wait anxiously as the seconds tick by, waiting for an indication of your opponent's approach. Has he even taken the bait? From what you've seen, he is an intelligent individual, and if he is receiving instructions from someone presumably monitoring you on hidden security cameras... A shadow swells behind the tarp, and you keep your sigh of relief locked in your chest. His heavy footf

Stalked: Games We Play P10 by KleinerKiller, literature

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Stalked: Games We Play P10

You don't know what is going through Steph's mind, but whatever the case, you wouldn't want to harm her without at least trying to gain an ally. You decide, for once, to go for the path of nonviolence. As she approaches slowly, nail-bat glinting in the room's clinical light, you attempt to talk her down. You barely get through saying her name, however, when she interrupts in a chilling monotone. "You don't control me... And you're too much of a pussy to strike back... You deserve this..." Still smiling, she raises the bat and smashes a polished nail dead-center into your eye. Your only consolation is that it fails to reach your brain and kill

Stalked: Games We Play P6 by KleinerKiller, literature

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Stalked: Games We Play P6

You refuse to cut off any limb of yours; that's exactly what your captor wants. He wants to throw his little dogs at you? Let them come. You pick up the hatchet -- Oh no. You can't hold on to it. Oh, shit. Fuck. No. NOOOO. COME ON. By this point, your hands have been burnt to a crisp, partially frostbitten, and shredded by razors. They can no more brandish a weapon than they can project lightning. And in your panic, you've let your time completely wind down! Wonderful. The disguised shutter in the wall grinds open much quicker than expected, in turn filling the room with the obnoxious whine of metal on tile. The sudden burst of noise happens

Stalked: Games We Play P5 by KleinerKiller, literature

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Stalked: Games We Play P5

This is going to hurt. It's really, really, really going to suck for you. But the assorted collection of voices in your head have come to a relative consensus (a 2-1 vote, specifically), so it looks like this is the path you're following. You take several deep breaths, grit your teeth, and start making your way down the razor-lined passageway. Immediately, the blades start cutting away at the skin of your legs, creating an effect across your entire lower body similar to what you felt when your feet were run over. You don't even look down to see how much blood is pouring from your veins as you endure this; looking will just make your heart bea

XCOM: Enemy Beyond 5: Patient Hymn by Cryokina, literature

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XCOM: Enemy Beyond 5: Patient Hymn

Anna Sing woke up in an unfamiliar room. It almost looked like an apartment. There was a bed in the corner, a small en-suite bathroom, and a table with two chairs in the centre. An air conditioner hummed softly overhead. In fact. the only thing out of the ordinary about the room was the lack of windows. Anna shook her head. She was still jumpy after so many hours of running and hiding. Feeling... well, feeling safe felt weird. A woman entered through the door, a door that blended in almost perfectly with the wall. She wore a white lab coat, stained slightly green in places, and she carried a clipboard. "Ms. Sing?" she asked. "Please take a

Evil Inside of Me Ch.13:What Is Dead Can Never Die by Hnybnny, literature

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Evil Inside of Me Ch.13:What Is Dead Can Never Die

Pain. That's all Benji could feel. Pain. His head felt like it was being bashed in with a crowbar, and his stomach felt like it was being gutted by a bear. The man leaned over to retch, but then recoiled in surprise. The unbearable feeling of torture and pain had just... disappeared. He opened his eyes, and looked down at the grass below. It was... green. Almost unnaturally so. It was perfectly grass green! The rail brother stumbled to his feet rather ungracefully. “Where the hell am I!?” He shouted out loud to he thought was no one. “Somewhere.” A deep voice with an American accent said suddenly from behind him.

When life gives you CreepyPasta. Chapter IV by bollur, literature

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When life gives you CreepyPasta. Chapter IV

You stood staring at the big hole in the ground; that from what Slenderman had told you this was- is, the entrance to their world. When you say big hole, you mean big hole. Big ass hole, like the one you see in horror movies. Only, nothing weird and deformed was crawling out of it trying to kill you. You looked between everyone who was staring at you expectedly. I don't know what their waiting for, there is no way in HELL I am jumping down this thing. BEN cleared his throat and pushed you forward almost causing you to fall in but luckily, you caught your self in time. He chuckled a bit as you re-gained yourself but took a step from him so he

When life gives you CreepyPasta. Chapter III by bollur, literature

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When life gives you CreepyPasta. Chapter III

Where were you? Oh yes.. You continued to cry out in fear as you laid in a little shivering ball on the cold forest floor. You could just barely make out Them yelling at each other for some reason. Not that you cared really, you just didn't wanna die. I take it back! All those times I said I hated my life! I take it back, I love my life. I DON'T WANNA DIE! I LOVE MY LIFE! You continued to cry but they slowly subsided into quiet sobs and now, you could finally make out what they were saying. "It was BEN's fault she got so scared! He was standing right behind her!" "My fault! I'm not the one who was holding up a knife and grinning at her whe

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