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Short Horror Stories Vol. 4: Scary Ghosts, Monsters, Demons, and Hauntings (Supernatural Suspense Collection) Kindle Edition
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- Book 4 of 27 in Supernatural Suspense Collection
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A faint laugh caught her attention and made her stop. Frowning, Emily turned around and peered back the way she had come. The trail was visible, curving around a huge, old, pine tree, dipping down into a slight depression before rising back up again.
Emily looked for the person who had laughed but didn't see anyone.
She turned back to continue her walk, and the laugh rang out again, closer.
From her front.
Must be weird acoustics, she thought. Her rationale felt false, though. There was something more to the sound. A strangeness that caused her stomach to knot and a chill to settle in the base of her spine. She glanced at the trail, how it continued into the unknown.
It was then she noticed the way the trail had narrowed. The beaten earth was no more than shoulder-width at its widest points. Old pine trees and ancient weeping willows pressed close. Ferns, thick-leafed, and deeply green, filled the gaps between the trunks. Beyond these barriers, the forest opened slightly, and Emily caught sight of dead birch trees and stagnant water. For the first time, she noticed the faint odor of rot, the smell of forest claimed by rising waters.
I should go back, she thought, twisting the rings on her hands nervously. The sun was lower than she had thought, and when she checked her smartwatch, she saw it was 8:14. Have I been walking for almost two hours?
The realization frightened her. She knew the time wasn't right. It couldn't be. As she looked at the watch, the time changed to 8:15 and the face went black. Emily tapped the face, but there was no response. She pressed down, and still, the watch refused to respond. Her heartbeat quickened as she took out her phone.
Like her watch, it refused to power up. It wouldn't respond to anything she did. Her hands trembled as she returned it to her back pocket. Running her fingers through her hair, Emily took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
The laugh rang out again. Clearer and closer than the last time, and definitely from the way she had come.
Someone else is out for a walk, that's it, she thought. No crime there.
Or, Emily thought, this guy could have seen my damned car, figured out I had taken a walk and decided to follow me.
She shook the thought off as the product of paranoia. He can't know I'm here. No one can.
The idea was both comforting and frightening at the same time. If something happened to her, no one would know where to look. Not at first. She could die before someone came for her.
I could die if someone does get to me, Emily thought, staring at the path.
She nearly jumped when the laugh came again, followed by an indistinct statement.
With her heart racing, Emily turned around and jogged down the path, deeper into the forest. This has to come out somewhere. Everything does. Damned city is built up everywhere. Can't throw a rock without hitting a house.
It was a lie. There were plenty of places in and around the city that weren't developed. Deep tracts of land.
Nothing like this, though, she thought, slowing back down to a walk and breathing heavily. I didn't think anything was this big.
Her eyes darted to the left and right, and she saw great swaths of woods devoured by the swamp. Beyond the water was another tree-line, and through that, she could see the glimmer of streetlights.
A sense of relief washed over her, and she felt her heart slow down.
From behind her, far closer than she wanted, the voice spoke again. The words were harsh, the voice deep, and the laugh rang out through the woods, rolling across the swamp water.
Emily's throat tightened, and she raced forward, stumbling on roots protruding from the trail, fern leaves lashing her, and low-hanging willow branches slapping at her. Panting, she came to a sudden stop.
Dark water with a skim of slime at its edges covered a small swath of path in front of her. It was too wide to jump across. In front of her and off to the right, she saw the lights of houses. She could even make out the distinct orange glow of streetlamps. Behind her, she heard someone's labored breathing, branches snapping, and words spoken with the vehemence of curses filled the air.
It was then that Emily realized the world was quiet.
- Publication date : November 15, 2019
- File size : 186 KB
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Publisher : ScareStreet.com (November 15, 2019)
- ASIN : B081947QCB
- Print length : 34 pages
- Language: : English
- Lending : Not Enabled
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Simultaneous device usage : Unlimited
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I liked the first story best. It is very scary, but the last story has a very interesting ending.
The authors at Scare Street are among the best in the field, imo. It is difficult to continually come up with new and unique ways to scare people and these writers do it time and time again. Don't read these stories late at night.