You've had them before when you're all alone when you feel you are being watched or even when the fear of death is knocking at your soul. Dark Chills. A collection of frightening accounts and tales of the unexplained written, produced and narrated by A. W. Holman. Have a seat, take a drive or just lay back and listen. May you have Dark Chills and a sense of fear for the sake of entertainment! Muah ha ha ha!
Still a bit stunned and feeling more and more ashamed.... I sat down to have dinner with my friend's wife... Connie was quite the cook. I'd known her for so many years..... but NOT like this... This was not the Connie I knew back in high school. Not the Connie I knew in college either... This was a different person.... she was so...... PERFECT.... in everything that she did... just perfect.
Having lost his job after 30 years, Bill struggles to make the best of a bad situation as the crows taunt him in his sleep.
A young college student is held captive by a very intelligent and very insane man. What is he up to?
After a long night and way too much to drink a young man tries to take a shortcut on the way home. He ends up in a strange place he's never been before.
After suffering a bad fall, Martin begins to have strange visions. Is he insane? Is he losing his mind or is he seeing an awful truth?
Recently divorced Madolyn finds herself in an awkward situation with a very dangerous killer.
The moment I stood up my eyes fixed right into his! It was HIM! The old Man in the field..... His eyes was just as green as a pair of emeralds! He was standing right outside the field. He didn't look mean but he scared me ice cold. I dropped the ball and screamed! Everybody came runnin' over... Tim saw him, the teacher saw him and jus' about everybody on the playground saw him. They started screaming "Man in the Field!" "Old Green Eyes!" "The Ghost!!"
There was a cracking sound approaching from behind me. Casey's eyes were wide with fear as she dropped both hands to her side and stood dead still. I knew the sound well. It was neither the thumpy hoof-drops of a wild deer nor the gentle wisping of a mountain lion's paws, nor the swift scuffle of coyote feet. This was a heavy deliberate stomp of a machine with a single purpose.
I spun around and leaning on the left door frame with all my weight, I eased my head out the door and watched as a tall silhouette with a furry companion disappeared into the dark end of the hall. A silent whine began to grow in my left ear. The figure seemed to drift deeper into the darkness then swiftly sank into another open door to the left. Another cold chill ran through my body as a voice in my head told me that, "It didn't look HUMAN!"
I was suddenly overcome with sheer panic. Because of the storm earlier, no one was out on the cliffs today. No one but us. No one would even check on us. Not for a few days at least. We screwed up bad. I fished out my phone but I knew better. "No Service" was in the upper right corner of the screen. Sinking despair that begun when Sam began to choke Rico out was now in full bloom. "What am I going to do?", I whispered out loud to myself, not allowing myself to cry just yet. I just hung there in my little space on the earth and let my legs dangle into the air.
I told them about the trial, how the town hated my family, how we had to change our names, how I had to live with the guilt my whole life, how I had to live with the fact that, even my own parents didn't believe me when I told them what happened to my little brother.... Joey.
Inspired by Humphrey Bogart's classic Hollywood movies. It's the 1930's and a very drunk man stumbles into a dark alley. He becomes wrapped up in his own thoughts until....
So there he was standing at the front door confident that he’d made a good choice. He nearly had to fight back tears of joy before walking into the front door. There was an overwhelming emotion that he was unfamiliar with. His wife told him just this morning just how proud she was of him and that she admired his courage to leave his last job and seek out more in life. The gentleman at the front door knew his name before he ever entered the building. “Good morning Tom, it’s good to see you.” Tom smiled holding back tears that he would momentarily mistake for fear or sadness. This was a happy moment though. At least he kept telling himself that.
"... one story was that the original family was tried and hung out back in an old oak tree for the murder of their twin daughters Sarah and Elizabeth Hearn. It took a little research but I found out the original family were not hanged but... strangely enough left the manor along with all their belongings...."
"When I looked back he was staring at me with his hands by his side. To some people... he may seem funny or silly. To me... he was my Michael Myers, my Jason Voorheese.... my very own... Freddy Kruger.