Horror Stories

[Tollbooth Willie]

I've been wondering for a while about what ****ed up things go through the minds of my fellow forumites. So, let your sick and twisted imagination go and write a horror story and post it here. Would be interesting to see what nightmarish things everyone can come up with. Whether it takes place in the Half-Life universe or not, doesn't matter.

 

[bigburpco]

Meh, I suck at making those horrific creatures and the like. Other types of horror... perhaps.

I'm working.

 

[Broso]

In english one of my peices of coursework I have to do is creative writing, and I've done a story based around Half-Life, from the point of view of a civilian looking back on the what he did in the 7 hour war

 

[bigburpco]

Sneak peek! :monkee:

Fire

‘Step over the bowl.’

‘I can’t. Father, I’m scared.’

‘Son, this is a ritual that we have to follow! We can’t do without it.’

‘It’s hot.’

He shook his head in frustration. ‘Look, there’s nothing dangerous about it, boy! Just step over it quickly, and it’s done!’

‘I don’t want to. Please don’t make me.’

His hands slapped across his forehead. He picked his boy up and with him in his arms, crossed the bowl of fire.

A small tongue of flame hung on his feet, but strangely it did not hurt, and no one noticed, and it went away.

Looks of disapproval came from all sides. He was embarrassed.

‘I’m sorry, he’s still very timid…’

‘It’s a ritual and it must be completed. Put him back and let him do it.’

‘Don’t, Father! Please.’

The man picked his son up and scooped him away before they had a chance to discipline him.

‘Sorry,’ he said, as he left the apartment.

***

His son spoke as they were in the car.

‘You’ve changed, Father. You’re not longer the way you were after that fire in our house.’

He looked at the boy. ‘Your mother died in there,’ he said coldly.

‘You’re no longer gentle as before. You’ve changed. You’re different... very different. You’ve been like that since you braved the fire to save me.’

‘It changed my perspective.’

‘I know… but there’s something strange. About you, Father.’

He stopped the car and faced his son with a sneer.

‘I know I haven’t much, but if I did, it wouldn’t make any difference. And I am sure of that, boy.’

‘You might not notice it, but I do. I always have.’

‘And how, exactly?’

‘You’d reject the thought. There’s no point in telling you.’

The man punched the steering wheel. ‘I am your father, son. I raised you up since you a baby, this large. Your mother and I worked to ensure you had a bright future. We never asked for anything, did we? And now, I ask you a simple question, and you can’t even respond. Why? I wouldn’t accept it?’

He hit it once more, and pushed off the car.

The boy looked at him sullenly. ‘You’ve been bitter since then. Like there was no hope, and you were going to lose everything. Like the world owes you something. You’re angry. Especially to me. Do you know that, Father?’

He looked at his little son. So small, so timid. But he was smart, smarter then his age, and was also observant.

‘Be quiet, boy. I need to focus on the road.’

His son did not talk anymore.

*to be continued*

WIP. Comments anyone?

Don't think that the fire's the horrific part, please. It's not done. In fact, only 1/2 or 1/3 done. Actually... I'd think around 5/12.

 

[Tollbooth Willie]

I'll let the little voice in my head speak for me: "Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

 

[ELITE COMBINE]

??????????????? ahhh I really don't know what to say. I made a horror story it had alota killing in it. it jad zombies and it took place in russia. this was before I found half life 2.