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‘HE Is Coming’ Original Short Story

HE is Coming HE was coming and I knew HE would find me. I looked around the house frantically. Panicked, I rushed around looking, searching, back and forth looking for a place to hide. Time was running out. HE was coming and I knew HE would find me. I lived in the house, I had lived in it my whole life, but I did not know where to hide. I propelled myself silently and anxiously down the hallways, seeing and omitting every spot passed. HE was coming and I knew HE would find me. The cold sweat was starting as I went through each room. My first thought was under the bed, but I had seen enough movies to know that that was a ridiculous spot. Not only would HE see me, but could only see him coming from one direction…and HE could come from anywhere. “Not the bed,” I told myself. The voice I spoke to myself with in

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Capt McNeely
Aug 14, 2017
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I Remember The Day I Shook Hands With The Devil

I remember the day I shook hands with the Devil The grip was weaker than I expected, but I still could not – did not pull away. His fingers wrapped around our palms slapping together chilled to the core of my soul. His grip grew stronger more comforting with each stroke as I signed the contract. The Demon I refused to let go until it was signed…I didn’t let the letting-go happen… As he held my right, I offered my left hand for the contract-signing blood to be drawn as my right was wrapped in the shake. A scoff burped from between his jagged teeth and with a shake of the head he pulled out another vial full of the blood of all the people I know and love. For the first time I hesitated, but a quick squeeze of my captured surrendered hand and I submitted again and dipped the pen. A large feather, a quill that Satan produced,

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Capt McNeely
May 28, 2017

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‘HE Is Coming’ Original Short Story

HE is Coming HE was coming and I knew HE would find me. I looked around the house frantically. Panicked, I rushed around looking, searching, back and forth looking for a place to hide. Time was running out. HE was coming and I knew HE would find me. I lived in the house, I had lived in it my whole life, but I did not know where to hide. I propelled myself silently and anxiously down the hallways, seeing and omitting every spot passed. HE was coming and I knew HE would find me. The cold sweat was starting as I went through each room. My first thought was under the bed, but I had seen enough movies to know that that was a ridiculous spot. Not only would HE see me, but could only see him coming from one direction…and HE could come from anywhere. “Not the bed,” I told myself. The voice I spoke to myself with in

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Capt McNeely
Aug 14, 2017
Horror Fuel

I Remember The Day I Shook Hands With The Devil

I remember the day I shook hands with the Devil The grip was weaker than I expected, but I still could not – did not pull away. His fingers wrapped around our palms slapping together chilled to the core of my soul. His grip grew stronger more comforting with each stroke as I signed the contract. The Demon I refused to let go until it was signed…I didn’t let the letting-go happen… As he held my right, I offered my left hand for the contract-signing blood to be drawn as my right was wrapped in the shake. A scoff burped from between his jagged teeth and with a shake of the head he pulled out another vial full of the blood of all the people I know and love. For the first time I hesitated, but a quick squeeze of my captured surrendered hand and I submitted again and dipped the pen. A large feather, a quill that Satan produced,

Continue reading →
Capt McNeely
May 28, 2017