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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.
Roxy
We use to be shadows on walls. Scribblings of black ash from the camp fire. The things you see out of the corner of your eye but can never get a fix on. The things your pet stares at with curiosity and fear. We've been around for eons though. While science will have you believe its not supernatural, that there is some type of explanation for it all, I can honestly tell you that there is not. . . at least not all of it.
By Marcy Macias5 years ago in Horror
A Manifested Memory
Eleanor wasn’t sure what force it was that pulled her into that little east coast antique store that day. She had walked by it daily since she began working her job at the tiny bakery on the corner of a busy-for-a-coastal-town street and Princetown road. The windows appeared fogged up with the thick layers of dirt and debris collected as years worth of old chests stuffed with newspaper from the 60s, and long gone Grandmother’s teapots made their way in and out. The door stood not much taller than Eleanor herself, its old oak frame providing an entryway that anyone larger than 6’ would have to duck. At first, it was not Eleanor’s intention to go in, and when the echo in her mind insisted she stopped and did so, she even considered resisting it. The weather was cold and unwelcoming, and after an 8-hour shift in the back kitchen of the bakery, Eleanor indeed had intended to go directly home. However, some voices demanded to be heard— even if it was the echo that she so often ignored.
By Kailey McLennan5 years ago in Horror
Road Trip Playlist
The hands against the windows blocked the last of the day’s grey light as it tried to trickle in. The bodies writhed on the bonnet and the boot. Bloodied hands thumped against the barriers — their only source of protection. Vacant eyes and gore-slaked mouths squeezed up against the glass. If they hadn’t been dead, it might have been funny. Like kids on the school bus pull faces at neighbouring cars.
By Joshua G. J. Insole5 years ago in Horror
A Taxidermy Tale: Shambala
A Taxidermy Tale: Shambala By Emma Tynan Off of the main road and down the winding lane is a beautiful little cottage called “Shambala” in Tibetan Buddhism its meaning is “Magical Kingdom” Past the cottage is a boat house with a recreation room above it and further down from that on the beautiful and secluded Sharbot Lake is a small workshop. This is truly a peaceful place, a place filled with love.
By Emma-Jayne5 years ago in Horror
MIDNIGHT TRAIN
THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN. Going from somewhere, going nowhere. Hello pleased to meet you. My name is Hans, yes Hans, you know, that nondescript figure in a grey suit that occupies your mind for a full nano second on the subway or on the street corner as we all bustle and crowd our way to earn a salary. I guess in Japan I would be called a salaryman which is what they call the millions of grey clad worker ants who toil in the huge breathing body of Tokyo..Anyway once again my name is Hans, an extremely ordinary German man with narrow features and if you look carefully a shade of a haunting in my spectacled eyes.. I have a sister called Greta, or at least I had a sister called Greta before she was whisked off to Monaco by a Armani suit with a man inside driving a Ferrari. She now lives amongst the Casinos and palaces and no doubt thinks of me from time to time whilst rattling her jewellery. Yet every year on a certain day she phones me. A special phone call, not a catch up phone call, not a gossip phone call, and definently not a boring gotta phone brother as I haven’t spoken or thought about him for a while phone call. No it is a comfort call, a call that brings back a night many years ago, a night that wraps itself around us still and once again we are scared little kids. Kids who, one dark moonlit night were confronted by something ancient, active and indescribably evil. So after so many years of my brain mind pumping a dumbbell of horror it is time to put it down, get rid of it and walk away from it. It will always be there on the floor but no longer picked up and exercised as a weight that brings no gain, only slow trickling black rain.
By Gary Pressman5 years ago in Horror
Concrete Jungle - Lions & Spiders & Bears
Billy. Everything was always about Billy. I sit in my room, listening to Ma make airplane noises as she feeds Billy. I feel annoyed. I never got airplane noises. There isn't a spoon swirling about in front of my face. 'Shut up and eat your damn dinner, Bobby!' That's what I get. I'm firstborn, yet they name Billy after Pa? Who'd wanna be named after that prick, anyway?
By M.O. LeClair5 years ago in Horror
Concrete Jungle - The Scorpion Says
He will come for me if I speak. I just know it. But Nylah, she's so lovely. She says she's on my side and that she'll help me with anything. I want to believe her so badly, but I can't. I can't. He will kill her too. Then that will be my fault for bringing her in. If I speak to her, I'll be putting her in danger, also. My face is getting red. I can feel it. I start seeing little white stars flash before my eyes. I need to relax and think. What should I do? No one believes me that he is still alive. I know he is. I've seen him late at night, and he watches me. He sees everything, and he'll see me talk. He's been here, and he already threatened me. He tried to kill me.
By M.O. LeClair5 years ago in Horror
Concrete Jungle - The Wise Old Owl
The night goes much as I expect, same shit, different asshole. After that horrible Hallowe'en party that I want nothing more than to forget, I haven't been myself. I feel so awful for just abandoning Malachi there, but how can I tell him what happened when I'm not even sure? He's going to kill Ducas. I want to kill Ducas, too, and his friends. From what I do remember, they just stood around, watching. How can people be so cruel? What happened to me?
By M.O. LeClair5 years ago in Horror
Her
Her Her hands trembled as she reached for it. She knew it was wrong to go through other people's belongings, but she felt such an unavoidable temptation. It was clear, if she saw what was inside, there was no going back. There was no life before this. Nothing to stop her from pursuing what would come after opening the book. She hesitated, pulled back - and eventually, reached her hand out – ever so slightly. She picked up the book. She opened it. The first line of wording on the first page scared her. She immediately put the book down. She walked away.
By Brittanee Loomis5 years ago in Horror
