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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.
𝕻𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝕲𝖆𝖙𝖊
Written: Ciaran Clay The 1999 Crown Vitoria sedan dominated the driveway turning with a slow crawl. The mob of media fixed their attention on the Palmer residence gate. When there is a narrative as complex as the one Detective Cordero was summoned to investigate. There was a liability for anyone in proximity between the reporter and their bleeding lead. The overactive imagination of reporters was something Detective Cordero had no patience for, he could not stand the immature hysteria of the need to report other people’s tragedies.
By Ciaran Clay5 years ago in Horror
Angel Hair
"You are a good f**king person", he said. "I know", I replied, "because bad f**king people like you do terrible f**king things to good f**king people like me". It's not about who I was, it's about who I have become. The coldest hearts were the warmest places once upon a time. It held desires, pain, anger, love, jealousy once but now there was just an endless fog of numbness. It has been a while since I felt anything. I don't remember anything except for the traumatic memories that I have of the year gone by. I am so grateful that God gave me enough strength to face my troubles. I am grateful that God gave me enough capability to go through things on my own. But most of all, I am grateful that he made me crazy enough to instill terror in the minds of all who have hurt me. Now, they will remember me before they even attempt to do the same with someone else. They will remember my name before the thought of hurting someone will even enter their mind. My hounds will always follow them, waiting, hiding, lurking in the shadows until they think that they are finally free, that's when most people make mistakes but once they do, my hounds will do their part. Hell is so much better when you are the Queen surrounded by all the riches that it provides. My days of lack have become a part of a distant forgotten past.
By Devika Pathak5 years ago in Horror
The Book of Regrets
Every single night I stare at the same old, beautiful stars. Every night I lay in the sand, in this same, shallow trench that fits the curvature of my body to a T. Every night I lay here, and I daydream about what my life will be like when I finally make it. I think about all of the women that are going to want me. I think about the house that I’ll live in, overlooking the very beach that I lay on at this moment. I think about the cars that I’ll drive on Hollywood Boulevard, back and forth, and each time I spot a homeless person I’ll stop and give them money, and clothes on their back, and food in their stomach, and a hotel key. Every night, I lay here, under the pier on the beautiful Santa Monica Beach, and I daydream about success.
By Alex Tyler Meyers5 years ago in Horror
The Dead of Night
I was having a decent dream, considering, until I felt something kick into my shoe. “Wake up!” a voice angrily demanded. I always hated getting woken up as a kid, especially for school. My vision started to fade in. There were six people with masks standing around me with different looking weapons in their hands. "Well now... What do we have here?" the stranger questioned with a devilish smile. I jolted backwards into a fetal position, still sitting in the dirt. I swear I recognized that voice from somewhere, "what do you want...?" I nervously replied. “Oh nothing, just thought I would check in and see how you’re doing these days” he said as he grinned at me “you know, since all the bullshit that went down a few years ago”. I look over to see where Damien was, but he was not there. I looked back at the man staring at me and asked furiously, "what did you do with him?" The stranger answered as he took the mask off, "oh nothing... just something I should have done a long time ago". Horrible thoughts filled my head as a sense of panic and anxiety started taking over my body. I never thought I would ever see my ex, Tyson, again.
By Melissa Miskie5 years ago in Horror
Unknown
Melinda begins walking across the muddy field towards the mansion, her feet sinking into the wet grass as she realises her shoes were not the best choice today. Entering the old broken down mansion, her eyes glance around it in awe and amazement. The ceilings high, however, the décor is destroyed by the amount of dust collected everywhere. Glancing down to her feet, she sighs. Stupid mud has ruined my shoes now. Her mind complains to her as she glances down to the clipboard in her hands.
By Author Billiejo Priestley5 years ago in Horror
The Robbery Gone Wrong Took My Wife But It Saved MY Family
Ryan is a down on his luck good hearted square by the book type of guy. He’s an MBA but in his youth he was not so wise and got into trouble with the law and earned himself a felony and it’s hindered his financial status dramatically but he’s making it comfortably but he is not content. He stays optimistic and Ryan often says to himself “if I could just get $20,000 at one time I could start a whole new life.” I’d be able to put a nice down payment on house and start a pop-up restaurant with cannabis themed food. As Ryan is thinking and talking out loud walking to his car he noticed a man laying down on bleeding badly in the street. Ryan then runs over to the unknown man bleeding in the street.
By Curtis Greene5 years ago in Horror
