Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-26488217-20150612001557

What is wrong with my story it wont let me publish this?

horrorfix.net

These days the internet is the main medium others use to express themselves. Be it making youtube videos, fan art, or even just putting your thoughts down in a blog. Some people even enjoy diving into the world of fan fiction. Invisioning their favorite characters in situations they wished had happened, or even situations they themselves wish could happen to them. However, some enjoy a more chilling experience. Experiences that leave you feeling uneasy and wanting more. For these people there is only one place none as horrorfix.net. This site is full of horrific and terrifying stories not meant for the faint of heart.

It was mid September in a small town in Arizona. Students were still trying to shake off the end of summer blues. Desperately trying to get back into the swing of things at school. Emily Monroe was not your average teenage girl. She had long, coal black hair fried from the dry heat. Emily did not enjoy school, it was crowded and much too loud. She would much rather be isolated in her room infront of her computer monitor. Other students tried to get a rise out of poor Emily often, teasing her and calling her names. However, she paid no mind to them. Her mind was often else where, most of the time deep in fan fiction. Her favorite site was a database full of all different genres of fanfiction. They helped her escape her lonely reality. She would imagine herself fighting alongside strong, beloved characters from her favorite books. But, those stories began to bore young Emily. They just weren't enough, she needed something more. Good conquoring evil just was not enough anymore. She needed...vengeance.

That night, Emily desprately searched the web for something to satisfy her craving. A few results peaked her interest, but nothing all that satisfying. Emily ran her fingers through her hair in exasperation. Needing a break she went downstairs for something to drink and grabbed a snack as well. When she returned to her room the webpage was blank. The only thing was the broken image symbol and a refresh button. Thinking nothing of it she clicked it. When she did a new list of results appeared. Her eyes immediately were drawn to the first result. The link read as so:

"Wanting more?

http://www.horrorfix.net

Home of the best horror stories on the web"

Emily clicked the link. It took a while but the page finally loaded. The site was black with very light grey text. There were a few links on the front page, some of the featured stories. She clicked one and began reading. It was gruesome, and terriying, and so....so..... Satisfying. Returning to the home page she clicked the next one. And the next one. .....And the next one. It was official, she was indeed addicted. Emily read those stories for so long that she had completely lost track of time. Suddenly an obnoxious beeping sound startled her and brought her back to earth. It was her alarm! She had stayed up all night! She quickly gathered her things for school and ran downstairs to scarf down some breakfast. As she ran out to wait for the bus her mother waved and told her goodbye.

The day seemed to drag on forever. Emily was tired, so tired. However, she was oddly awake, wired even. Everything that day was muffled, sometimes even muted. Nothing anyone had to say was of any importance to her. Fourth period released and everyone exited into the halls. The only thing Emily could think about was those stories she had read. She wanted to be home reading more. Emily was ripped from her reverie when she suddenly smacked face first into the floor. The halls grew silent, then almost as quickly bursted into laughter. Emily peered up through her veil of hair. Only to find a slender, blonde, olive skinned girl giving her a carnivorous grin. Like a lioness would give after a flawless hunt. This girl had tripped Emily for no reason but dominance. To show her rank amongst others. Emily gathered her things, stood up and began to walk away. The side of her face screaming in agonizing pain from the tile floor. The girl and everyone around her cackled and screamed in pure enjoyment. Emily's mind was blank. Not a single though going through her head. The rest of the day was like this. When she finally returned home she immediately retired to her room. She shut the door behind her and locked it. Her mother attempted to ask her how her day was but no response.

Emily sat infront of her monitor. Staring blankly at it. It was just as she left it this morning. Waiting for her to return to the dark world that somehow comforted her. Finally after a while she slowly moused over to the catagories section and browsed them. She found a catagory labeled "Revenge/Murder". She scrolled through the endless titles until she stumbled upon a folder. She opened it up and found many stories by the same user. She read a few of them and began to lose herself in the madness once again. All of the stories were centered around bullying and revenge. This resonated deeply with her. She finally began reading one that sounded similar to the events that happened to her that day. The story continued differently than what actually happened. It went on to say that the blonde girl went into the woods with an older boy. The boy was of age and could purchase alcohol. So the two of them began drinking heavilly and in a druken stupor began to wander. The two of them eventually got seperated. In just a few minutes the boy heard a horrific scream. He immediately sobered up and ran towards the sound of peril. When he finally found her he was stunned. Stuck to the very spot by fear of what he had seen. The body of the young girl horribly mutilated. He looked closer and could see her torso slowly moving. She was still alive, barely clinging to life. Emily stopped reading. She started imagining the girl who had tripped her laying there. She shook her head violently to remove the thought. Why was she thinking like this, she did not want this. Or...did she? She continued reading. The girl was rushed to the hospital but did not survive. She was pronounced DOA, dead on arrival. Emily thought it would be best she not read anymore tonight. She closed her browser and shut down the computer.

All too quickly her alarm blared waking her. She felt around for her clock to shut it off. She rose lifelessly from bed and stumbled downstairs. She could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen. Her stomach growled ferrociously. When she walked into the kitchen she saw her mother cooking breakfast and brewing some tea. She flashed Emily a sweet smile and motioned her to sit. Something deep down in Emily warmed her soul just a little. This small act of kindness meant so much. So obeying the motion she took a seat and clicked on the television. This early news is the only thing on. News anchors droned on and on about pointless dribble. When breakfast was finished Emily's mother sat next to her and they ate in silence. Emily stopped abruptly as the anchor grabbed her attention. She stared at the televsion in pure horror. The news anchor mentioned that a body was found late last night in the woods close to Emily's high school. They said the body was horrifically mutilated but the victim was still alive. Emily mouthed the words dead on arrival just before the anchor said it. Cold sweat formed on her brow. She was no longer hungry. She cleaned up her mess and quickly got ready for school. Confused her mother softly touched Emily's shoulder before she headed out. She asked if everything was alright. Emily nodded and went to catch the bus.

All day Emily thought about the story she read the night before and the news report the following morning. She could not get the images out of her head. Did she do this? Imagining that girl, reading that story, did she make it all happen some how? She held her head in her hands. Again ripped from her reverie she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. A boy had punched her in the back of the head. "What did you do freak?", he exclaimed. When she did not respond he hit her again. She did not respond. He hit her over and over until the teacher came in and removed him from the room. Emily sat silent all day. Again when the day ended, she returned home, retired to her room, and sat infron of the monitor. Black and lifeless. She debated turning it on for a while. Finally she turned the computer on, brought up the browser, and went to the site. The user had a new post. Hesitantly she opened the file. This story followed the same pattern. Someone is bullied, and the bully is murdered. Again events similar to the day at school. Emily read on. This time the bully was subjected to even more torture. The story described him bound in a thorn bush while being misted with a chemical similar to drain-o. It said he cried out for hours, each one softer than the last. It ended with him being rushed to the hospital and again, pronounced dead on arrival. Emily stopped and closed the browser. She shook her head and kept saying to herself it isn't real.

The next morning Emily woke up before her alarm clock. She went downstairs and switched on the television. She watched the news anxiously. Nothing about mutilation, or missing teens. She exhaled a huge sigh of relief. She once again got ready for school and headed out. Her relief was soon shattered when class had started and the boy who had assaullted her was not there. After class she spoke with the teacher and asked where the boy was. She assured her that he will not bother her anymore for he is suspended for the next week and has been moved to another class. Emily nodded and proceeded with her day. When she got home she switched on the television only to find her worst fears had been realized. The story predicted exactly what she was seeing. She immediately called the police and told them that she knew who was killing the victims. She explained to them all about the site and the user she had been reading. They said it would be investigated and thanked her for the anonymous tip. Her heart raced she needed to see what was going to happen next. She went up to her room and pulled up the browser. She pulled up the browser and went to the user's profile. Her skin felt cold, her mouth fell open. There were no entries, no matter how many times she refreshed. Nothing. She sat staring for a while, then refreshed again. She swallowed hard, there was one new entry. None of the other entries had titles. This one however was titled, "Emily". She wanted to run, run as far away as she could. But she knew it was too late. She had come this car, she could not quit now. She began reading. The more she read the more nautious she felt. She approached the end and her body went numb. This story was in real time. The last passage read:

"Emily horridfied at what she had just read froze in pure fear. She heard soft footsteps behind her. How could anyone get in? She thought to herself, she had locked the door. Too scared to move she remained deathly still. The footsteps stopped. She could hear soft, raspy breathing next to her ear. Emily finally got the courage to turn around. Nothing but pure darkness. Then everything fell silent. She sat in the darkness shivering. Finally she heard the same raspy voice growl inwardly 'The End' " 