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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.

A Call Into The Woods
The sky was clear and cloudless. The sun was relentless with its heat upon the back of her neck as she worked tirelessly on her garden. It was the only way she was allowed fresh produce. Benjamin played near the edge of the woods, where a small pond was present. He had always loved watching the frogs, salamanders, and small fish. His laughter brought a smile to her face. Though when she turned around to see his smile, he was staring blankly at the forest.
By faynoia5 years ago in Horror
The Book
“Thomas Stilun. Age 28. Spokane, Washington.” I mumble to myself, reading from the aged, leather journal. It looks like it’s ancient, honestly. The cracking of its black covers, the torn binding, even the parchment like pages, discolored from time. But something about it feels off. Peculiar, I suppose.
By Viktor Bale5 years ago in Horror
Enduring
The sound of the shop bell shook Harold out of his thoughts. The first customer of the day walked in and he was delighted to see Lizzie, one of his regulars. He pushed painful memories of his wife’s recent passing to the side as he greeted Lizzie, an attractive woman in her twenties with wavy hair and glasses.
By Tom Drazek5 years ago in Horror
Hush, Weep, and Whisper
I’ve been locked in this drawer for decades. Damp. Distressed. Disregarded. It’s hard to say where the keys to the roll-top desk are, but W.W., whose initials remain emblazoned on the inside of my black cover, likely stuffed them in his pocket when he hung himself from the weeping willow in the grassy front yard. The tree remains visible from the rickety chair where he mocked my lined pages and wrote diagonally with fine-tipped pens when he awoke each morning.
By Suzanne Samples5 years ago in Horror
The Road to Riches
A pair of darkened, tired eyes fell upon the extravagant palace, following a path up the walls which touched the very stars it had been built under. The stone seemed to stretch on forever, and perhaps it really did. No one knew much about this place, after all.
By Gwen Hughes5 years ago in Horror
The Gods did Weep
Chapter 1 Ad Astra Per Aspera They just got out of cryosleep a couple of days ago. A man in a white officer uniform is sitting on the bridge speaking to a Capt. Micheal Sherman over video chat. "How does it feel to be making history, Sergent," the Capt says with a grin. "It's an honor sir, we've just made it past Sirius and should be making contact with R'lyeh in a couple of days." "Listen, McKenna," his grin fades, and his tone turns serious, "I know you're not happy with us being contracted out for search and recovery jobs, but we need this. With all the treaties and alliances made over the last few years, PMCs are not in high demand by any means like they used to be, and frankly, I'm glad we got any work at all," he chuckles. "It's fine sir, I have no issues with it, and if it means doing something good for once and getting paid for it, well, heh, that sounds good to me" the Sargent smiles weakly. "Glad to hear it; go brief the team on the assignment, and command should be unlocking the equipment storage here shortly. Good luck and godspeed Sherman out."
By Bad Man5 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book
In the small town of Burbank, there were shops of every kind. Most of them lined main street on both sides, where someone could find anything they needed, and many things they didn’t. One of these shops was Burbank Antiques, as the small sign above the door let everyone know. Like most antique stores, there were shelves and shelves full of items some people would call junk, but others would call treasures.
By Kevin McMechan5 years ago in Horror
Maria Arkady
The thin cord that held sixty-seven warm pearls the size of peas around her neck suddenly felt suffocating. She reached up and began pressing each smooth ball between her thumb and pointer finger, moving them through her fingers counting them as she had so many times for comfort. The comfort had expired and all that remained was the choking feeling of memories. When her fingers reached the small silver clasp she yanked hard. The string snapped and pearls popped around her feet, bouncing across the marble floor of her Manhattan apartment. As the clattering pearls found crevices in which to settle, one of the tiny white balls rolled along the mahogany baseboard. She watched through tear filled eyes as the last dancing bead moved towards a brass heating vent and disappeared with a silent small thud into the black spaces between the brass bars.
By Melissa Sheets5 years ago in Horror
Above
Most people liked to stay Below. Below was safe. He preferred Above. The air was thick, the light was intense. The silence was welcome.
By Katherine Fries5 years ago in Horror
The Dybbuk On The Roof
The Dybbuk on the Roof Chapter One “The roof....the roof is on fire” Trigger warning: csa, suicide, evil > > She tried to remember where or how the Dybbuk came to be a constant hobgoblin in her life. Divesting her of community, safety, even love partners.
By Tanya Arons 5 years ago in Horror
Illusions
A mysterious black notebook, half empty with nonsensical hogwash, an incentive in the sum of twenty thousand dollars, and a small note describing what the two of us needed to do. To deliver this notebook to a man waiting in the Forbidden Forest. Sounded easy at the time and the pay was unbelievable, but standing in front of that thicket of death, I knew this assignment was going to be a little different...
By Brandon5 years ago in Horror
I never really knew her.
BBOOOOOMMMMMM!!!! I shot up in bed drenched in sweat from a nightmare I couldn't recall, my heart was still beating fast and I couldn't shake the sense of terror I felt. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and looked at my peacefully sleeping wife laying next to me. The moonlight flooded through our bedroom window and shined directly on her as if nothing else in the room matter. Our marriage was perfect and she was the pillar of my world. I turned to hug her for comfort and hopefully get back to sleep being careful to adjust myself as to not wake her. I failed because at that moment she rose up and turned to face me.
By Christiane Cast5 years ago in Horror