fiction
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.
Man of Flies
MAN OF FLIES Monday Phil angrily stared down at his desk, at the pool of light with papers strewn about as if the files, notes pertaining to the cases he was working on, were somehow withholding the solution. It was late, and he was tired. He was frustrated. The office was empty. Allen had headed home. He corrected himself. Allen went to his motel room. Like himself, his marriage had fallen apart. This was Allen’s second, and he seemed to be taking it better than the last time. The receptionist had left at 3 to go to a dentist’s appointment.
By R A Jacobson5 years ago in Horror
A family duty
March 3rd marked the last day I saw my Grandmother and, it was the day I most regret for not paying as much attention as I could have. She was always passionate when she spoke regardless what it was about, but that day all she talked about was following the instructions. She did not seem to have many confused states over the time she became unwell but this book she preached to me, was something else. I was not sure if the talk was a lecture or a scolding the way her tone kept changing from harsh to soft. I sat and half listened while I day dreamed about what I was going to have for dinner tonight. Maybe a chicken dinner for one or a Chinese for one, I suppose it depends on what's left of my pay check after rent. I also pondered a shopping list carefully deciding on what to sacrifice this time to afford to live. I do know Pebbles my cat is running low on his food so I guess its waffles that are not essential this week.
By Sophie larissa5 years ago in Horror
The Unforgiven
I remember violently stabbing him in his chest. I could feel the blade puncture his pale skin, going deeper as I impaled the same wound. The rage flowing through my veins, I screamed -almost roaring with fury as I relentlessly stabbed his limp body, over and over again while the blood spewed all over my face. Syla shrieked at me to stop and shoved me, shaking me from my rage filled trance. I stood up, staring down at his deceased body. His deep brown eyes remained opened, lifeless, where light had once shone so bright, now remained distant and grey. I could hear Syla screaming, the tears and anguish pouring from her soul, but she sounded muffled, almost as if she had been far away. But she was on her knees, next to his body, sobbing and screaming at me "Why?!". But I didn't look at her, I continued to stare at him trying to take it all in. But I felt numb, cold... I truly felt nothing. I glanced over towards Syla, her eyes were red and swollen, I observed her face, the tears falling from her delicate green eyes as she buried her face in her blood stained hands. I could hear the sheer heart ache in her cries; I had completely crushed her with what I had done. But hearing her struggle, only made me smile meekly. She looked up at me then, the anger and dismal as she picked herself up and ran at me, but I stepped slightly to the left as she missed and stumbled with her footing. I looked back towards her as she tried to, once again, run towards me in frustration; blinded by her heartache. But this time I didn't move, I grabbed her by the neck and squeezed suffocatingly. I could see her winc, as she flailed her arms in desperation trying to grab at me, but she was too caught up in her emotions to physically do anything. I calmly spoke "You're pathetic, just like him." That's when I saw her facial expression change from anger, to fear. Trying to calm herself down she grasped onto my arm and tried to speak the words "Please... don't do this." I chuckled then, as a disgusted smile spread across my face "Yes, beg and see how far that'll get you." But, as quickly as the fear arose and the realization to the failure at her manipulation, the wrath returned and that's when Syla angrily said "You bitch!" So, in turn, I let go of her neck, and within a blink of an eye, I swiftly stabbed her in her jugular with the knife that had laid dormant in my other hand. Her eyes instantly widened, her right eye began to twitch as her lips attempted to mutter something, but the blood began to pour from her mouth as her eyes stared into mine. An iniquity filled smirk layed plastered on my face as I twisted the blade while holding the back of her head. Nothing but gurgling sounds emerged from her lips as I watched the life fade from her green eyes. Pulling the dagger out, her body fell onto its side, making a thud as it hit the ruffled surface of the earth. I scoffed in amusement as I stared at her dead body and whispered to myself "They're all the same." Almost snapping back to reality, I gazed up towards the sky then and let a heavy sigh escape my red lips; remembering the torment I had brought upon two individuals that I once thought I could trust -the unforgiven. And yet, to this day, I still felt no guilt, no remorse... literal nothing and it made me smile.
By Reagan Jensen5 years ago in Horror
The Journal of Howard Phillips
August 8th, 1927 I had a quite interesting occurrence today. As I made my way down Ridge Street, I was approached by an odd looking fellow. He was small in stature, and seemingly frantic. He called out to me, though I'd never seen him before in my life, and made me an offer. He pulled out a most peculiar book from his briefcase, bound in what I can only assume is pig leather. It appears to be written in a language neither myself or my colleague recognize. Needless to say, my curiosity was peaked. I offered to purchase the book, but rather, the man simply handed it over. He seemed all to eager to be rid of it, but who am I to judge a man for what he wishes to possess? For now, the book sits next to me on my writing desk. I'll go to the library tomorrow to see if I can find any more information on it. For now, however, I retire for the evening.
By The Marvelous Mr. Eden5 years ago in Horror
The Red Wolf Chronicles
Seven years ago a girl stepped into the Wolves Den Arena, and left as every man’s nightmare. The red wolf, the crimson werewolf, the howl in the night, the shiver down your spine, the last words you speak before you die, the fire in the sky: They say she comes only for those monsters that live between nightfall and hell, the ones that crawl beneath your floorboards like roaches at 2 am leaving destruction and waste in their wake. If you delight in rape or long for torture, she will tear your heart out and devour it, and I don’t mean that figuratively.
By Alexandra H Gulcan5 years ago in Horror
One More Time
Kevin Davis sat in the stark, white room and waited. To say that the room was minimally furnished was an understatement. There was a standard industrial issue aluminum table with four matching chairs, and he was sitting in the same one he always occupied. Aside from the table and chairs, there was nothing else in the room. The walls were bright white, and the floor was tiled in white as well. The bright ceiling lights banished any shadows. Kevin always joked, to himself of course, that coming here was like sitting inside a giant refrigerator with the light on.
By Craig Wessel5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (13)
TOME 14 I awoke with stars in my eyes and a deep sour taste in my mouth. I had only been unconscious for a few minutes according to Alex, who stayed by my side while Zach looked for supplies amongst the items in storage here. My time when I fainted felt timeless, and frenzied, but dreamless. I always felt worse for wear upon waking, but I'd always had problems with such things as I was born with POTS.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (12)
TOME 13 The three of us walk for a short while, forgetting ourselves in the need to catch up, Zach had spent his days amidst the mercenaries, gaining limited information. He had only aspirations to make it to the next day as he was treated fairly well here, despite his awareness of how quickly it could change.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Taken
Taken Part 1 By: Tonya McLean Intro She slowly opened her eyes as she felt how cold the room was; the room was very nippy. She quickly pulled up the covers to her chin. Slowly turning to check her phone for the time. Her phone was on its charger stand, she swiped it and when the screen lit up; It read 7:45, she felt a little bit shocked since she never wakes up before her alarm. She took a deep breath and tried to get back to sleep. She thought that it was pointless since it takes her an hour to get back to sleep and she only had thirty minutes.
By Tonya McLean5 years ago in Horror
The Perfect Life
My wife thinks of everything. If perfection could behold in human and spirit form, it would be in her exact image. Andy was no runway model glamorizing every camera within 5 miles, but she's also no hippo from East Africa, nor is she a witch covered in zits and boils. She's somewhere in the middle as if sculpted just for me. Her long cocoa hair and blazing blue eyes had me instantly smile that would last all day.
By Shawn Belanger5 years ago in Horror
