Raphael Fontenelle
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Horror movie fan trying to write decent horror.
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Between Two Worlds
Last week I bought this mirror at a garage sale. It was only two dollars. And since I have gotten it, I’ve deeply regretted it. Since I’ve put it up in my bedroom it hasn’t shown me my actual reflection. This has only shown me a different version of myself each time I look into it.
By Raphael Fontenelle6 months ago in Fiction
Things You Can't Say Eight. Content Warning.
When I wake up later, I’m completely alone in our big bed. Our room is dark. Much darker than I remembered it being when I closed my eyes. Since Master had left the light on before we crawled into our bed together. At least that’s what I remember. Getting to my hands and knees, I looked around for any signs of Master. Listening carefully as I tried to think of what time it was. With how dark it was it had to be late. Super late. Maybe midnight? If only I could spot the alarm clock that he had on his nightstand. When I did, I froze. The clock said eleven-thirty. Much later than I thought it was going to be. Why did he let me sleep this long for?
By Raphael Fontenelle7 months ago in Horror
Never Let It In
I was yanked out of a dead sleep from a knock at the door. My heart pounded in my ears as I sat up. Trying to figure out if I had dreamed of the noise or if it were really happening. Before I could even begin to calm my heart, I heard the knock again. Louder and more frantic. It is almost as if the person on the other side of the door desperately needed my assistance at that exact second.
By Raphael Fontenelle7 months ago in Fiction
Enmity
The days leading up to Hannah’s funeral weren’t exactly normal. Then again no one expected the former prom queen to die how she did. Face first into a woodchipper. Not the best way to die. Nor is it anticipated ever. Yet that’s exactly what happened to the prom queen of 2011.
By Raphael Fontenelle8 months ago in Horror
Eternal Childhood
It was odd being here. In this mausoleum so early in the morning. The place was dusty and hadn't seen many visitors. As far as Claire could tell there hadn't been. Thanks to the fact there weren't many footprints aside from theirs. Looking down at the small coffin, she shivered. The thing was covered in large rocks. Ones that an adult wouldn't be able to move. Much less a dead child. It was rather disturbing in her eyes to see. Why would a parent request this for their daughter? Quietly, she asked,"So, do you know who's in this? And why they're here?"
By Raphael Fontenelle8 months ago in Horror
Going Home Alone. Top Story - August 2025.
This all started last week, I was walking home from my mother’s house. We ate dinner together and watched a movie like we do every other weekend. This weekend I picked a movie from my childhood, 'Halloweentown’. As I had been feeling sort of nostalgic these past few months. Among other things that I had been doing to regain the feelings that I had for Halloween. It had been difficult these past few months as well and well…reliving these feelings had been a childhood comfort.
By Raphael Fontenelle8 months ago in Fiction
