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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.

Susan Dithers
It was getting late when the almost full moon rose above the black, black hills of Dakota that lined the ridge separating Dakota from Pennsylvania. So, they might actually be the black, black hills of Pennsylvania, Susan mused and wondered why this had never bothered her before. After all, it had never bothered Doris Day who had blithely sung about the Black, Black Hills of Dakota in the film Calamity Jane, which probably held the prize for most unconvincing and historically inaccurate film of all time, but nevertheless, was a firm favourite of Susan’s, which explains why she was often to be found blithely humming the tune, but never daring to sing it out loud out of respect to Doris who had nailed it and Susan didn’t dare challenge perfection, even in the privacy of her own kitchen.
By Suzsi Mandeville5 years ago in Horror
Fated
Harrison raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Can you run that by me one more time?” Zane Parsons, Harrison’s late mother’s attorney, grunted in acquiescence. He was a man of few words, it seemed. “Certainly, Mr. Jackman. Your late mother left you two things upon her passing. The first was the amount of twenty-thousand dol—”
By Taylor Roberts5 years ago in Horror
Greed
A white wall. No. A white, faded, damaged, mouldy white wall. That’s how I describe myself. 30 years old, just barely getting by? Underpaid office worker a multimillion dollar company, and to top it off, single, very, very, very single. The only thing exciting in my life at the moment has to be this little black book I found in the park as I was walking home from work this afternoon. Although exciting would be an exaggeration. Nothing is even written in here apart from a question on the left hand side.
By Kara5 years ago in Horror
Just Jenna's Luck
Just Jenna's Luck Jenna and her friend hurried back to their dorm rooms to hit the books, as their exam was the next day. Sighing heavily, she dreaded one possibility that might actually happen tonight. Cramming through the night.
By Jaqueline Grenier5 years ago in Horror
Camp Fire
Camp Fire I don’t hate. That’s silly. Not hate, not-hate-not-hate-hate-hate. No. I understand. And I’m sympathetic. Yes. Don’t you realise that I really do sympathise? Different can be good. It can be bad. It’s all perspective. Yes. That’s what my father taught me. And he should know.
By Suzsi Mandeville5 years ago in Horror
A Call Into The Woods
Deep into the kingdom of Aurora lies a forest, untouched by humanity's unforgiving hand. It is protected by the Goddess who fell from her golden realm like a star she crashed into the earth. With time the cavity that was made had begun to fade magically, and all around it grew lush and verdant. Animals found new homes within her woods. However, humans would never be allowed to enter. The appearance from the outside was that of a typical forest. Nothing to be alarmed of—But those who entered never returned to tell the story of their adventures.
By faynoia5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (19)
TOME 20 Lilly seemed reluctant to take my hand as I stood on the first landing outside the window she had found. "It's okay, you can always get off at the very next floor if this is to much for you" I plead, wanting nothing more than to keep her safe at my side. She had the ebb of a fairy in old media, back when we could get to it easily.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Barracuda
Doctor Mirabelle Sharkey is not a real doctor. Doctor Mirabelle Sharkey is not a real human being. Doctor Mirabelle Sharkey can take off her skin like a coat and walk the world in fishform, breathing air like water and water like air. There is not one of us here that Doctor Mirabelle Sharkey would not like to eat, but she wants to eat my best friend Rita the most.
By Ria Hill5 years ago in Horror
Scary Fred
To her, he was Scary Fred, and not without reason, the man looked terrifying. She wouldn’t have sat next to him, but she was wearing new shoes and even now they were beginning to rub. By lunchtime, she expected to be crippled.
By Suzsi Mandeville5 years ago in Horror
The Canary Speaks
The old writer, Mr. Kelly, sat hunkered down in his study at his desk, staring through the window at the rain. The harsh rain fell in battering sheets, flooding the yard and pounding the windows and roof. The sound was deafening, invading his exhausted ears as he tried to work--searching aimlessly for the words in his overworked brain to add to his latest short story. Staring at the paper with bloodshot eyes, he was neither awake nor asleep, and he tugged at his grey chin-whiskers, wide-eyed, in a deep trance. His long, ghost-like hair draped like straw down to his shoulders, and the halls of his cabin sat deathly quiet, aside from the ticking grandfather clock in the hall. During the times of his occasional insomnia, Mr. Kelly needed silence--he required peace.
By T.A. Burt5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (18)
TOME 19 We ran down the hallway dodging people as though they were memories, absent mindedly with twinge of fear. We were lucky there was no staff outfit, as long as we could remain away from conversation, we may just make it. We wove in and out of supposed reality as paranoia set in. I could see Aurora from the corners of my eyes, as my breath halted in my lungs.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Eating my Experiences (17)
TOME 18 As reality set in, burrowing into my bones, I could see how imperative it would be to get out of here. "Z...Zach, we're on the fourth floor right?" I ask, looking for any possibility of freedom from this hell scape of my friends blood. My voice comes out weak and pleading.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror