100 Horror Stories

You Don't Always Have to be a Hero

Detective Mark Johnson had seen his fair share of horrors during his twelve years on the force, but nothing could have prepared him for the nightmare that was unfolding in his own backyard.

For the past two years, the small town of Oakwood had been plagued by a series of mysterious disappearances. Over seventy girls had gone missing without a trace, leaving behind only heartbroken families and unanswered questions.

At first, Mark had tried to convince himself that there was a rational explanation for the disappearances—a serial kidnapper, perhaps, or a human trafficking ring operating in the area. But as the months passed and the bodies failed to turn up, he knew deep down that something far more sinister was at play.

Determined to uncover the truth, Mark delved into the town's dark history, uncovering tales of ancient legends and forgotten folklore. It was then that he stumbled upon the legend of the skin walker—a malevolent creature that could take on the form of any living being, using their skin to mask its true identity.

As Mark dug deeper, he began to piece together the puzzle of the disappearances, realizing with growing horror that the skin walker was using the girls to fuel its insatiable appetite for flesh.

Armed with this knowledge, Mark set out to hunt down the creature before it could claim any more victims. But the skin walker was cunning, its movements shrouded in darkness and mystery.

For weeks, Mark pursued the creature through the dense forests and winding back roads of Oakwood, each encounter bringing him closer to the truth and closer to the edge of his sanity.

And then, one fateful night, Mark came face to face with the creature in its true form—a twisted amalgamation of flesh and bone, its eyes burning with an unholy fire.

With a primal scream, Mark raised his gun and fired, the sound echoing through the night as he fought for his life and the lives of those he had sworn to protect.

But the skin walker was too powerful, too relentless in its pursuit of prey. In a swift and brutal attack, it overpowered Mark, dragging him into the darkness to be absorbed into its twisted form.

As dawn broke over Oakwood, the townspeople awoke to find Mark's abandoned police car, its doors thrown open and its interior covered in blood. But there was no sign of the detective, only the lingering sense of dread that hung heavy in the air.

And so, the legend of the skin walker lived on, a reminder of the darkness that lurked in the shadows of the night, waiting to claim its next victim.