I lie in the hospital bed coming in and out of consciousness. I’m aware enough to catch the doctors and nurses repeating one word: infection. My side burns and throbs as it feels like poison is ripping through my veins. Whatever the creature did when it clawed me, it’s kicking my ass. I can occasionally see Gaby reading the book as she sits next to my bed, leg in a cast. Each time I drearily open my eyes she’s there. I try to reach out to her but my body does not cooperate.
My dreams have gotten increasingly restless. I find myself in a vast underground city. The angles are strange and it hurts when my eyes try and follow the lines of the cyclopean buildings. The walls of the ruins are slick with some kind of ooze that glows ever so gently, dimly lighting the entirety of the city. It stretches further than my eye can see.
There have been many mysterious disappearances throughout history. A lot of the strangest ones have been thoroughly debunked, but many still have a basis in fact. I decided to keep some of the more famous ones off this list (everyone knows the Mary Celeste,) and tried to stick to those that haven’t been probably debunked (sorry WW1 Lost Battalion.) Below are some of my favorite, and creepiest, disappearances.
Gaby and I walk across the grass, the grounds of the asylum now pitched in darkness. We slowly begin making our way towards the old hanging tree, our flashlights and lantern off. Its silhouette is highlighted against the brighter sky making finding our way just a matter of dodging thorn bushes and fallen logs. When we get there it’s easy to see why it’s still known as the hanging tree. Torn and shredded lines of rope still hang from the dead, thick branches. They sway in the wind like morbid streamers.
That’s not intentional, it’s just something I noticed today. I love spring and summer. The vibrant greens and signs of animal life and growth just make me happy in the most basic of senses. A lot of people love autumn, but the dying trees and cold just remind me that winter is coming. Yeah I just did that.
A friend of mine suggested on my last post trying horror haiku’s. It was a bit tougher than I expected, but I came up with some results that satisfied me. Not sure how scary they are though, but they were definitely fun to write!
I could feel pounding
As I tried to hold closed
The bloody door
She climbs in to bed
My wife talks about her day
She’s been dead four years
I throw the shovel
A hand grabs me from the dirt
The dirt was too light
The man changes form
Toothed mouth and sharp long claws
Silver does the trick
The man pulls his knife
Tonight she will be his prey
Her claws go unseen
Any other mediums you all would like to see? Let me know and I’ll give them a shot! Sorry I haven’t been writing as much lately, but I’ve been working on my outdoors website, ItsInTents.com. Check it out if you have the time!
First off, I have some news. Myself and some friends have created another website! ItsInTents.com, dedicated to camping and outdoor reviews and news. This way I’ll pull some of the stuff I’ve written that doesn’t fit why I created this site to begin with away and publish it to a more proper location. Please check it out! It’s sparse now, but growing a bit each day like the horrible parasite that has replaced your tongue.
Anyways! Back to horror 2 sentence horror.
A beautiful girl winked at me at a funeral yesterday. I wouldn’t have been horrified if she wasn’t in the casket.
I had never ridden in a stretch limo before. The trunk isn’t nearly as nice as I imagine the rest of it to be.
The anesthetic had kicked in but I hadn’t fallen asleep. I could feel it wear off as I wiggled my finger unnoticed by the doctor, who was too engrossed in preparing the bone saw.
I actually live in the attic. I’m sorry it had to be this way, I thought you and your husband had left for work.
Unsolved historical murders fascinate me. Usually a suspect that is considered the perfect suspect ends up exonerated years later. Or an obviously guilty subject can be let go due to police incompetence with the investigation. I’ve compiled a list of 5 unsolved murders that could be the plot of a horror movie. These have all scared me in the past and the last entry still reminds me to be extremely aware of my surroundings. If there are any you’ve felt I’ve missed that are just as scary, please feel free to comment below.
The Gatton Murders
Sometime between the night of December 26th and morning of December 27th 1898, Michael Murphy and his two sisters went missing after leaving to attend a dance in nearby Gatton in Queensland, Australia. After the dance was canceled, their mother dispatched her son-in-law to go find them. He was able to easily track their progress as Michael had borrowed his horse drawn cart for the trip, which had a damaged wheel.
He found them on the morning of December 27th, the two women bludgeoned to death. Michael and the horse had both been shot to death. Their bodies were arranged in a triangle with the cart and horse forming two sides, while the bodies were laid next to each other in an East-West orientation. Evidence at the crime scene was destroyed when patrons at a local hotel rushed to the scene of the crime. The murders have not been solved, although family members were placed under investigation.
The Lake Bodom Murders
As a frequent camper, this one hits close to home. On June 5th, 1954, four teenage friends camping on the shores of Lake Bodom in Finland were attacked between the hours of 4 and 6 am. The attacker used a knife and a bludgeon to kill 3 of the teens, and hit the fourth in the face leaving a concussion, swelling, and a broken jaw. Most likely thinking him dead, the killer left the scene.
The lone survivor lived a relatively normal life until the 1990’s when he was arrested on suspicion of committing the killings. The charges were later dropped. The other suspects included an alleged KGB spy, and a drunk farmer who confessed to the crimes and then stated he buried the weapons in his well. The well had indeed been recently filled in. However, he did have a shaky alibi from his wife who said he had never left the house that night, but then admitted he had threatened her on occasion.
Athalia Ponsell Lindsley
On the evening of January 23rd, 1974, former model, actor, and political activist Athalia Ponsell Lindsley was murdered on the front steps of her home in St. Augustine, Florida. She had been attacked with a machete and almost decapitated. The main suspect was her neighbor, Alan Stanford, who had threatened her in the past. One of the neighbors confirmed that Stanford was the one that killed her that night, however he was acquitted due to tainted evidence and police incompetence. The case gets even more interesting shortly afterwards.
Frances Bemis, Lindsley’s friend and neighbor, was a public relations representative and author. She began her own investigation into her friend and neighbor’s death when the police investigation fell through. She was known for her frequent evening walks. One day she mentioned that she had discovered information about the death of Lindsley. Shortly afterwards on November 3rd of 1974, she was found with her skull bashed in with a cement brick. The murder also remains unsolved.