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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
Sanctuary
Where are they?! I screamed internally. This street was not known, these homes unfamiliar. The road was dark, save only for small patches of amber from streetlamps. There was some small comfort in those circles of light; they chased away the shadows, made the night seem a little like the day. An illusion really. I shook my head, as much to clear it as to fight off my rising sense of panic. Off in the distance, a siren wailed, and a dog howled in response. I quickened my pace.
By Stephen Love5 years ago in Horror
The Big C legacy
Chapter 1 Sick. His dad was sick. His dad was sick and there was nothing Kirk could do. His father in the hospital, the big C. All that smoking had finally caught up with him. Lung cancer, stage 4. All anyone could do is bring flowers and watch him die. “Cancer is a spectator sport” he thought to himself, a sick guilty smile on his face. His eyes flitted side to side, checking to see if anyone had caught that atrocious whim of humour. The guilt setting in.
By Amelia Lavallee5 years ago in Horror
The Games: Part II
The water is up to my chest. The icy temperatures constrict around me, suffocating me. Desperately trying to get closer to the rest of the group, I yank on the chain around my ankle, pulling until my ankle is screaming, pulling until the metal cuts into my skin and it stings as the new cut drinks in water. The ball scraps slowly along the bottom, but I'm moving! The water is up to my chin and I tip my head back, trying to breathe as long as I can.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Horror
Nictate
Vera was an average girl visiting a bar after attending her favorite art gallery in a densely populated part of Minneapolis. She had chose a seat by the bar with a view out the window so she could watch cars pass by. A tall bald gentleman named Jeremy took the seat next to her and hailed the bartender. “Bacardi 151, for me and the lady” he requested. He turned to Vera and said “Please, don’t run” as he sat a briefcase on the table in front of her. This took Vera a minute to process, as she considered why she might have a reason to run from this scenario.“My name is Jeremy. I was recently rewarded for a job I performed where I was to assassinate a target in this city. The nature of my job was particularly unusual, because the man who hired me introduced himself as a member of the Order of the Dervishes, and the task was to assassinate a man renown as a racist and murderer, and was referred to as an acolyte of purgatory”. “The acolytes” Jeremy explained, “were equal in number to the amount of dervishes in the order and each one had a reputation as a racist, killer, rapist, or otherwise a detriment to society. Them and the dervishes were separated by laws of nature, but the dervishes knew about the existence of the acolytes until they started dying by natural causes”. Vera nodded slowly, looking at the closed briefcase on the table. “The Order of the Dervishes” Jeremy continued “were also separated by the laws of nature, but they communicated through their reflections by communing around purgatory, which was observed as a dimension of purple static reflected in their eyes”. Jeremy opened the briefcase revealing six bands of 20 dollar bills, totalling 20,000 dollars each. “This was my reward” he explained. “Each band of bills is represented by a different colored serial number consisting of 11 numbers, each number one, two, three, four, five, or six. When the money is stacked on top of each other, the 6th number of the serial code turns into a six, and the head on the bill has a telepathic pull connecting it to the other bills with this unique serial color index. If the bills are separated, the number 6 indicates which direction the other bills are until the 6 is aligned in the center of the serial number. So if the 6 is on the far right left of the serial number, the bill has to be turned sharply right in order to center the six and lead the bills to each other. When an acolyte of purgatory acquires of these bills, the rest of the bills eyes turn black and transparent, and when looked through, a red orb can be observed, indicating the direction of the acolyte possessing the money.” “The catch is the dervishes are the only ones who know how to utilize the serial numbers to track the rest of the bills”. Vera acknowledged this and asked “What does the money have to do with me?” and Jeremy replied “My task after I was paid by the dervish was to find and protect a breed of women called the Oni, who are targeted by the dervishes in purgatory in order to avoid the attention of the acolytes. I want you to take the money, and this little black book and associate each band of 20 dollar bills with a talent. Leave this talent and the stack of money at locations of your discretion and document the coordinates in this black book. Hide the talent for the innocent to acquire in the real world”. Jeremy took his drink and walked to the elevator, taking it to the roof. He poured his drink out onto the sidewalk below, and stepped off the roof of the building, following the liquid to the impact below. He landed in front of the window Vera was at and she started to panic. She clutched the briefcase of money and and the book and left the bar, working up to a run as she made her way home.
By tazrick nall5 years ago in Horror
MR. FITSPATRICK
Work as a psychiatrist didn't suddenly hault just because some sudden adventure arose. Life didn't work like the pages of some fictitious tale of sudden wonder, where the protagonist throws all caution to the wind when a mysterious journey came along. And so Dr. Vinnit didn't abandon all psychiatric duties upon leaving the Warden's office. He did not throw caution to the wind and sprint for St. Gabriel's on the corner of Bronst Ave and Auven Blvd.
By Devin Thorpe5 years ago in Horror
Book of Fortune
The day had started as many others had before. I woke up, logged into my computer, and started to immerse myself in a fantasy world, my only escape from the harsh realities that my life seemed to be filled with. I took to the web, opening an online game, my only contact with others... I was a bit of a shut in, which was made obvious by my dingy apartment and my dwindling supply of food.
By Payton Adams5 years ago in Horror
Not Entirely Gone
I feel tears dripping down my cheeks as Beau walks away. I feel the agony of every heartbreak I’ve ever had, all of them crowding around me at once. Beau was the one… I’d been sure the moment he first took my hand in his. He’d been so sure of himself, yet resistant. He’d told me the moment we met that he wouldn’t be able to stay long, that someday he’d have to go… he’d have to leave me. I should’ve listened to him, but I didn’t. I wanted to believe what we had would be enough for him to stay.
By Mycheille Norvell5 years ago in Horror
The Witnesses
As night lay its dark shadow across the land, giving rise to a moon bright and full, the sleepy city of Applewood remained unaware of the meteoroid that hurtled towards the Earth from deep space. As it pushed through the friction of space, its outer core glowed hot with blistering speeds close to sixty thousand miles per hour. Millions of light-years ago, this tiny remnant of a planet was almost the size of Earth, traveling perpetually through the universe with an incontestable destination. Undaunted by its objective, it smashed through galaxies, obliterating all in its path. It had one purpose, one autotelic state, which was about to be realized. The inner core, no bigger than a bowling ball, was all that remained of the great planet as it hurled light-years through infinite space, smashing through the asteroid belt. If it hit solid ground, the impact crater would be huge, but not dreadfully so. As it cooled in dark flight, the last five miles to impact, its core makeup would prevent it from shattering, as is common with meteors that make it through Earth’s atmosphere. Made of matter never seen before by man, its properties were formed during the birth of the solar system itself, predetermined by those who came first. Packed inside its core, the dissolution of Earth.
By Riss Ryker5 years ago in Horror
What Lies Beneath
It was a cold, dark night. The witching hour had just begun. Streets were quiet and still. Barely any movement seen or heard. There was a full moon tonight. Shining bright and fearless amidst a sky so black its darkness was like a magnificent satin cloak blanketing the night. What stars could be seen sparkled defiantly against the darkness. Their light, a mere shadow of things to come.
By Tarin Glenn-b5 years ago in Horror
