Scary Story By Ling

The Shaded Angel DESCENT INTO HELL by Ling ......   I've all the demons of hell in my head; My only salvation is to vent them on paper! - de Sade, Quills  I felt the anger within begin to change me. As my enemies threw themselves upon me, I began to grow stronger. As the mountain of bodies above me grow larger, the world began to grow dark. In the midst of all, I came to realize blind rage. In that moment I felt an immense strength explode through my being. An arm entered my view and I wrapped my hand around it. I squeezed it and felt the skin buckle and the bone splinter. Feeding on my fury I pulled it towards me. A momentary pause, then with a sickening crunch it came free. I felt the power now. I fed on it like a hungry savage. Suddenly I was no longer afraid. As the mass of limbs groped around me, I drew upon the anger, feeling it cursing through me. My skin tightened and closed my hands into hardened fists. With a guttural roar I began to swing them. Crunch, smash, snap. ...

  I started having Halloween parties back in '90, cause Renee Jenkins sold her house and moved to the Virgin Islands. Renee always threw a hell of a Halloween Party, and she had the perfect house for it, real old with a kind of classy but funky atmosphere. I loved that house. Whenever I pass by it, I wonder if the people who are living there now ever have half as much fun as we did back then. Anyway, after Renee left town, there were no Halloween parties for a couple of years. I was married to Rick then, and the thought of having one of my own never occured to me until I found myself unmarried to Rick, managing a music store, and living on my own in a little house way out in the country. The closest neighbor was down the road a piece, and the house was surrounded by woods on three sides. It was a little spooky for me living out there by myself, but I had my dog Normie, and my friends were always coming over. I was dating a guy named Dave then, and I told him one day while we were e...

It was hard to say who was who. For a moment, they all were the same. We all stood around the fire. The building was no longer there. We, were murderers. We had burned down the building, thinking it was empty, then we heard it, the screams. The man inside had been frying while we stood outside laughing, at least until we heard it. He was a janitor. A clean up man. But still...we, had killed him. Just a group of teenage friends looking for a kick. I stood next to my girlfriend, Kate. She had a horrible look on her face. She knew, what she had ultimately done. She and the others, including me, had committed manslaughter. The others that stood around were Gail Frank, John Stevens, and Fiona Gaden. Then there was Kate and I. As soon as we heard the screaming Kate looked at me. "Dylan, we...we..." she couldn't finish. Gail and Fiona took off. Now it was just me, Kate, and John. "Dylan, when the cops find out, man, we're f***ed!" I looked at him. "Shut up Joh...

I couldn’t put my finger on it but it was there. Lurking in the darkness where my eyes couldn’t see. There had been a killer on the loose for some time now. 2 victims, 2 kids. Convenient, All four victims were all acquainted with me somehow. Many people said I was the next victim. I watched my back for a few weeks but nothing unusual happened until my friend, Jake disappeared, another on of my friends went missing for about 4 days until they found his body mangled in the woods. That made 3, 3 kids, 3 victims. I never saw the body but I knew it had to be bad. All the time I felt like someone was watching me, keeping an eye on me. Even when I was home in bed, he was there. The night after they found Jake I got a phone call, a call from the police. I picked up the phone and they said, ”Is this the blake residence? ”I answered, ”Yes, this is”. I knew it couldn’t be good, anytime you get a phone call from the police you knew it can’t be good news. “is this james?” I replied a...