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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.
𝕷𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖍𝕿 𝖙𝖊𝖊𝕸 𝕴 𝖞𝖆𝖉 𝖊𝖍𝕿
lived eht teem ! yad ehT Every day until conclusion there is a curfew in place by the mayor. A murderer has been on a spree for a week. A regional manhunt is amongst the community. The streets were consumed by military vehicles, harboring out of shape police, busting the stich of their navy seal tactical gear. Cadaver dogs sniffing the streets for the assured string of daily victims. Every day the suburb of what is stereotyped as white America. Now occupied with more Chinese and Indians, dot, not scalps. I hated living anywhere else but this expanding suburb. Most of my passion for this city came from how disconnected stereotypes remained. As a photographer for the local police coroner. I knew most of the lead homicide detectives and Drug task force agents by first hand. I even sat at many family dinners with the later, alike some observational respects between mafia hierarchy. Each had stories of each other like they were Francis or Brando. I enjoyed being the Rickles of these dinners. I made people smile with every photo. Alike the families I took photos, the polar opposite of my reality was the grim realities of my profession.
By Ciaran Clay5 years ago in Horror
Black Book of Death
Yasmine Mitchell was not superstitious. She didn’t believe in much besides her will to live and her strength to overcome everything she had been through. See, there’s this story about Yasmine. I will take it from the top so you can better understand her and where her curiosity begins and her tactful niche for detecting bad vibes ends with The Little Black Book.
By Cierra Carpenter5 years ago in Horror
Black Book of Death
!!!THIS IS FOR THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK CHALLENEGE BUT NO OPTION TO CHOOSE CHALLENGE!!! Yasmine Mitchell was not superstitious. She didn’t believe in much besides her will to live and her strength to overcome everything she had been through. See, there’s this story about Yasmine. I will take it from the top so you can better understand her and where her curiosity begins and her tactful niche for detecting bad vibes ends with The Little Black Book.
By Cierra Carpenter5 years ago in Horror
Ink on a Page
My journey, like most people’s, starts off with little to note. I grew up in a big city, had annoying parents, got bullied in school; the whole nine yards. Right out of college I had started my career out on my own with a surprise inheritance of $20,000 from a long lost relative. I thought I was rich and going to make it big. Boy was I wrong. Within a year I had blown most of my inheritance. Now I’m an adult, living the same day over and over again working for a company that pays me too little to do too much. was going nowhere fast, struggling to find a way to make ends meet. In a few months, I would lose my apartment if I couldn’t find a way to make more money.
By Ryan Carter5 years ago in Horror
The Little African American Book
“Walk in the light! Beautiful light! Come where the dew drops of mercy shine bright! Shine all around us by day and by night!” The song echoed in his medium brown colored head like a bell tolling for the dead. He looked at the computer screen with the figure $20,000 emblazoned on it. He sat at his kitchen table.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Horror
The Book
Ch. 1 *Beep Beep* “Hey lady! We’re here, that’s going to be $15” says the NY taxi driver Elaina shaken from her trance grabs a $20 bill from her wallet, glances around her surroundings one more time before quickly exiting the cab – “keep the change” “no no noooo” says Elaina as she stands on the corner of 5th and Broadway dumping the contents of her Louis Vuitton purse on the sidewalk. Completely unaware that passer by’s are staring at her in utter confusion.
By Tatiana Noele5 years ago in Horror
Unfortunate Fortune
I'm in shock. I must be. That's the only explanation I can come up with right now. I can't move, I can't speak, I'm just staring at the blood all over me. The blood soaking through my beige t-shirt, the scarlet droplets running down my white shoes, and the streaks that now stained my arm and hands red. I can't even comprehend what the officer is saying. All I kept thinking about is how I had never seen so much blood or heard the crunch of a body being hit by a car then colliding into the street pavement. I could see the chaos ensuing around me but I couldn't hear any of it. Have I gone deaf? I thought to myself. Sirens flailed while paramedics, officers, and bystanders gazed at the horrific scene before them. Two investigators were talking to hysterically crying, women. What the poor woman didn't know is the man she thought she killed with her car was already dying upon impact.
By Jay Griffin5 years ago in Horror
Was it worth it
“Was it really worth it?” He asked himself that question every single day. He found the little black book in a hidden compartment in his grandfathers desk. It had a series of numbers next to dates going forward at least twenty years that appeared to be lottery numbers. At the end of the book there was a warning that read “Never win more than $20,000 or IT will come for you”
By Brett Tice5 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book of Regrets
The Little Black Book of Regret It was an unassuming little notebook. Midnight black leather and no bigger than your hand. It had been well used for years, it seemed. A blue rubber band stood in for the broken elastic band on the back.
By Darrell Reedy5 years ago in Horror
