Anthology of Horror Stories
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Anthology of Horror Stories
Zombies, Murder, and Mystery
By Daphne Haydens
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Table of Contents
Doug Up
Chapter 2: The Tool
Chapter 3: The Awful Dream
Chapter 4: Another Dream
Chapter 5: Issues
Chapter 6: Action
Chapter 7: All Good Now
The Truth
Chapter 1: Foreseeing Everything
Chapter 2: The Infamous Thing
Chapter 3: The Life
Chapter 4: Speeding
Chapter 5: Impending Doom
Chapter 6: Trouble Came
Chapter 7: Battling to the End
Chapter 8: Calamity
Chapter 9: Recognition
Beasts from the Underworld
Chapter 1: Science
Chapter 2: The Army
Chapter 3: Arguing a Lot
Chapter 4: The Monster Is Alive
Chapter 5: City Scape
Chapter 6: Planning
Chapter 7: Defeat
Chapter 8: Friendship
Back in Time
Chapter 1: Out in Nature
Chapter 2: The Campout
Chapter 3: Weird Things
Chapter 4: The Threat
Chapter 5: Back at the Town
Chapter 7: Raids
Chapter 8: The Shady Beasts
Zombie Outbreak
Chapter 1: Anguish
Chapter 2: Where It All Began
Chapter 3: The Note We Got
Chapter 4: Journey right across the Country
Chapter 5: All the Survival Stories
Chapter 6: Risky
Chapter 7: All New
Ghosts in the Village
Story 2: Caution
Schizo Skeleton
Chapter 1: The Undead
Chapter 2: All the Voices in My Head
Chapter 3: The Stolen Thing
Chapter 4: The Destruction
Chapter 5: Plans of the Wicked
Chapter 6: Always Safe
Chapter 7: The Last Battle
Chapter 8: The Dead Are Dead
Killer Beast
Chapter 1: The Coop
Chapter 2: The Way You See It
Chapter 3: The Confrontation
Chapter 4: Taken by the Wind
Chapter 5: No Ordinary Rabbit
Chapter 6: Murderous and Fluffy
Chapter 7: Eating It
The Standoff
Chapter 1: Really Proving Myself
Chapter 2: The Math Test
Chapter 3: The Basketball Match
Chapter 4: The Construction Site
Chapter 5: The Drive Test
Chapter 6: Dancing Away
Chapter 7: Negotiating
Chapter 8: Saw That?
The Apocalypse in School
Chapter 1: To Kill or Not to Kill
Chapter 2: Let's Get Out Already
Chapter 3: The Start of It All
Chapter 4: Tons of Zombies Coming at Us
Chapter 5: One Particular Zombie
Chapter 6: A Distinct Group
Chapter 7: The Scientific Experiment
Chapter 8: The Future Is Bright
The Rivalry
Chapter 1: The Hairbrush
Chapter 2: Payback
Chapter 3: Why?
Chapter 4: Zombie Stallion
Chapter 5: Pursuing It
Chapter 6: The Last Time They Fight
Chapter 7: Friends Forever and Ever
Zombies Will Die
Chapter 2: The Hardest Kill I've Ever Made
Chapter 3: The Life I Had
Chapter 4: Worrying Events
Chapter 5: The Illness Was Dispersing
Chapter 6: An Interesting Fact
Chapter 7: Killing Them All
Chapter 8: And I Went Back
The Misunderstanding
Chapter 1: His Side
Chapter 2: Her Side
Chapter 3: Zombies Are Coming
Chapter 4: The Secret Pathway
Chapter 5: The Visit
Chapter 6: Sneaking Back into the Village
Chapter 7: The Forever Note
Chapter 8: The End Thing
Silly Ghost Girl
Chapter 1: My Individual Path
Chapter 2: Ghosts Were My Thing
Chapter 3: The Fight
Chapter 4: Accidents Happen
Chapter 5: Angry
Chapter 6: Not Good
Chapter 7: The Way to Be
Chapter 8: Better Acceptance
Doug Up
Chapter 1: Darwin the Digger
My name is Darwin. Pretty paradoxical, because this journal is really all about something I dug up. I was a building worker. I lived in a decent-sized town with a ton of miners. There was a mine near and I went to work every day. Since I was single, I was pretty content with my living circumstances and didn't feel like I had to please anybody besides myself.
But the series of events that occurred sometime in July, changed my perspective on life. Furthermore, my little house ended up being a symbol of everything that can go wrong in life.
One day, I was on my way home, when I saw my neighbor operating in his garden.
" Hi there, neighbor," I said. "What are you doing?"
" My wife wants the weeds gone. It's a ton of work," he said.
" What's the point?" I asked. "They will grow back anyhow."
" I know. That's what I kept telling her, but she didn't want to hear it. Instead, she handed me a shovel, a rake, and some other stuff. I have been digging for 2 hours. I am permitted back in to eat supper when it's done."
" Ha-ha! That just goes to show you who is wearing the pants in the family."
" Ah, just wait until you are married, man. We'll see if you'll end up the same way."
" Do not try to dissuade me," I said. "I know marriage isn't everything, but I would love to start that happily-ever-after life at some point."
" All the best to you. It's not for everybody. Some people die without that chance. I was just lucky."
" I am glad you see it that way. I have to go. Have fun in the yard."
" Yeah, right. Depend upon your meaning of fun," he mumbled, but I had already gone inside.
I put my miner's helmet on the table and sat down on the couch. When I put my feet up, my little wiener dog jumped on my lap.
" Owen," I said. "I am glad to see you. I had a long day at work. The mines had plenty of minerals and valuable blocks. But now I can relax. How was your day?"
" Woof! Woof!" Owen said.
" Of course your day was good. You're a pet dog. You don't have to work," I said while chuckling.
I sat back in my chair and poured some juice into a cup. I took a sip and said, "Aaaah, this is the good life."
That's when I fell asleep.
I do not know just how long I slept, but it probably wasn't long, as before I knew it, I heard Owen bark.
" Woof! Woof! Woof!"
" Huh? What's going on?" I said.
Owen was running backward and forward, as if he was trying to show me something. I followed him and wound up in the garden. When I came there, I discovered what he was barking about.
Chapter 2: The Tool
In the corner of my garden, there was a shiny thing. It was partially covered by sand. I bent over to know what it was, but there was only a smal
l part standing out of the ground.
" Time to get the shovel," I said.
" Woof! Woof!" Owen concurred.
I went to the shed behind my home and got the shovel. I began digging like insane, as I was curious to see what it was.
" Umpf ... I'm getting a little tired, Owen," I said. "I have already been working throughout the day."
Ultimately, I made it through and took out the glossy thing.
" Wow!" I exclaimed. "It's a golden pickaxe! Those are pretty costly!"
This was excellent. I had been wanting one of these for a while, but I never put the money away to buy one. I went back inside and put it near the front door. Satisfied with life, I leaned back in my chair again and drank another sip of my juice.
" Tomorrow ..." I said.
The next day, I left my stone pickaxe in the house and took my golden pickaxe. It was great. My colleagues, the other miners gave me jealous looks.
" Where did you get that?" one of them asked.
" From my yard," I said. "It was just there and I dug it up."
" Ha! Darwin dug it up. That's the pun of the day."
" You know, one of those pickaxes recently disappeared in the town," one of the guys said.
" I didn't know that," I said. "What took place?"
" Well, if we knew that, it wouldn't be gone anymore, now, would it?"
" I guess not," I said. I thought for a moment. "Hey! You're not implying that I took this, are you?"
" I'm not suggesting anything," my co-worker said. "All I am saying, is that this could be the exact same one. If you claim that you found it in your backyard, then who am I to judge you? The question you need to ask yourself is: How did it end up there?"
" You're right. I do not know," I said. "But I am not complaining. I like it."
" Well, you've worked hard, Darwin. You deserve it. Enjoy it. Maybe we'll learn where it originated from after all, huh?"
" Yes, maybe."
It made me think, but I didn't have all the answers. How was I supposed to know? I just found it. When I went home that night, I was tired. The pickaxe came in handy; it was simple to deal with, but to get more done, I worked even harder than usual. So I was just as tired anyway.
I did the exact same thing as the night before. I sat back on my chair, cuddled my pet, Owen, and drank a sip from my juice.
Then I dropped off to sleep in my comfortable chair.
Chapter 3: The Awful Dream
I was in the streets of some giant metropolitan area. It was dark and the streets were filled with a spooky fog, blended together with the smell of wet pet dogs and sweat. I didn't know how I wound up there. It was a mystery to me.
When I sought to the side, I knew where the odors were coming from. A homeless person with his pet was sleeping underneath several blankets, and his bag of stuff was filled with food leftovers from the previous day. I reached over and put several coins in his hat, which was lying next to him, upside down on top of the pet.
I looked the other way and saw a girl run at me.
" Whoa, what's going on?" I asked her as she approached me.
" Help! Help me!" she uttered. "I am being chased by an explosive beast."
I clinched her and made certain she didn't trip. Then I slowly helped her and sat her down beside the beggar, who had woken up by that time. He was rubbing his eyes and didn't think anything of the situation.
The green beast was coming. I knew it; I felt it, but I was going to protect this girl from him. The monster happened the corner. Its shape was showing against the light. It had the shape of a monster, but it wasn't just any green monster. It had a red coat.
It made me laugh and shiver at the exact same time. My mind was going nuts. While the cells in my brain were lining up the info in front of me and asked the question why a beast would have a red coat, half of my body ended up being numb for a second or 2, realizing that this beast could run to me and blow up in our faces.
And it came.
The explosive monster ran at me.
It ran much faster and faster, so I ran towards it. Out of thin air, the golden pickaxe appeared in my hand. I held it firm with my consistent grip, uninformed of its origin.
I ran at the monster and tried to kill it with my pickaxe.
All set ...
" Gaaaaargh!" I yelled.
I practically hit it, but the monster ducked and ran straight previous me. I stopped. I turned around and saw the beast run at the girl. It was completely out to get her, not me. That's why it avoided me and went towards its target.
The monster started to flicker.
" Nooo!" I exclaimed.
But it was too late. The beast blew up. The beggar and the girl died. When I went towards the scene of death, her dead hand was holding a piece of red cloth she had ripped from the beast.
I couldn't save her.
" Nooo!" I screamed again.
Then I got up. I panted heavily. It had all been a dream. I was relieved when reality occurred to me.
Owen was taking a look at me with a surprised face. This pet certainly didn't understand what had happened in my mind while I was asleep.
" It's alright, Owen," I said. "It was just a dream."
Or was it?
Chapter 4: Another Dream
The next day, when I went to work, I felt a little drowsy. I wasn't too sure of what had occurred to me, but it was like the dream of the previous night was cursing my perception of reality and was covering my eyes with a thick cloud of darkness.
I didn't like it, to say the least.
I kept digging with the golden pickaxe, regardless of the absence of attention from my colleagues-- it wasn't news anymore that I had one-- and went straight home after work. I opened the door, greeted my pet dog, and ate some bread with butter and a little bowl of soup. I sat down and had fun with Owen for several minutes, until he got on my lap and went to sleep.
I was next.
I went to sleep too.
Another dream began. I found myself sitting on the steps of my backdoor that led into my yard. I looked into the distance and got up. Everything seemed calm till I heard a troubling, spine-chilling sound in the distance. It originated from the opposite side of the fence. I walked towards the fence and looked over it by pulling myself up a little.
" Baaah!”
A dark shade was shouting in my face for a second and then teleported to the opposite side of my garden, within the fence. I was shocked, so much that I fell over. When I looked at it, it teleported again.
Then I saw the golden pickaxe I had found previously. It was stuck in the ground. I got it and rushed at the dark shade. The dark shade teleported away and averted my attack. Then it chuckled with a laugh so evil that it made me shiver with worry.
I looked at the pickaxe. It flew up in the air and turned into my direction.
" What the ...?" I said, squinting my eyes to understand the reality of what was happening.
The pickaxe came at me! It was flying at me, attempting to kill me!
" Whaaaaah!" I screamed, and I tried to open the door to the house.
Why was it locked? I didn't lock the door! Who locked the door? The dark shade? Where was the key? I need to get out of here! Let me in!
" Let me in! Open up!" I screamed.
I turned my head and saw the golden pickaxe come at me. This was it. It was going to kill me.
" Whoa!" I said, as I sat up. The environment had changed. I was in my room again. I looked at Owen, who was still sleeping on my lap. This, too, had been a dream, a nightmare in which I almost got killed by the very pickaxe I had found.
Odd.
Chapter 5: Issues
Another day, another expectation of dull routine at work.
" Has anything took place in the home recently?" someone asked me at work.
" Very little. I have just been having strange dreams," I replied.
" Ah, I have had those too. It's the season. I hate fall. Everybody gets colds, and it's that
unusual temperature when a shift between warm and rainy weather happens."
" I know what you're talking about," I said.
When he was gone, I added, "But that's most likely not it. There is something else ... something fishy is going on here."
I looked at the golden pickaxe I had brought to work and hit it into the rocks. It was almost as if some quaint power was emanating from this average-looking tool. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew something was wrong. Still, I continued to use it.
That night, I went home and fell down on the sofa; on purpose naturally, as I was just tired.
Owen was in the kitchen area. He was already sleeping, so I just closed my eyes and decided to space out for a while.
But I fell asleep, and another nightmare took place. I was in another part of our town. It was on the opposite side, where I normally didn't go. But I recognized it however. I was roaming through the streets, wondering what I was doing there in the first place. My first impulse was to go back home. I knew I had to arrive before dark, because I didn't trust the streets at night, no matter how small our town was.
Something was just behind me. I didn't know what, but I was scared to look. When I finally had the guts to turn my head, I saw a girl.
But not just any girl; it was the girl I had met in the previous dream!
" You live!" I said. "You didn't get killed by the monster, did you?"
She moved her head in an unnatural way, something that frightened me. Then she put her hands forward and came at me.
" Huh? What?"
She was a zombie! I recognized the odd walking pattern, the moaning, and other indications. I knew she was a zombie, and she was chasing me.
" Keep away from me!" I shouted as I ran into the opposite direction.
She was acquiring on me, and I was getting lost in the town streets. And after that it took place: I tripped and fell flat on my face.
" Ouch!”
I rubbed the dirt off my face and looked up. The zombie girl came closer and closer. She bent over and attacked me.
Then I got up.
" Pfew!" I said. "This is going too far. Where did all these problems originate from? I mean, just several seconds ago, I practically ended up being zombie food."
I took a look around me as if I was looking for the answer to my own question. And the answer was right there: The golden pickaxe. It was leaning against the wall in the corner of my living-room.