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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.
Under the Thumb of the Leprechaun Mafia
I had moved into my dream home the previous week and was in the process of getting settled. The home, built in the 1920s, looked like a combination of a Thomas Kinkade cottage and a Hobbit hole. It was warm, cozy and had amazing touches (coved ceilings, beautiful woodwork everywhere, leaded glass windows) and was set on a generous lot overlooking the forest. My favorite room, the reason I jumped on the house, was the living room with its built in bookshelves, window seat overlooking the kitchen garden and, the best part, the stout wood burning fireplace surrounded by a hearth of tumbled river stones capped with a thick oak mantle. The room has a certain magic that made it seem like time stood still and the only priorities you had were reading, napping and staring at the fire.
By Meghan DiCocco5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (10)
TOME 11 We stood, daunted at the edge of town, having expected more dilapidation of the population. I found myself heaving in each breath, unsure how to mask my climbing anxiety. I choose to instead stare at Alex, open mouth as if to speak, yet only gasps protrude into the air. He looks over, concern filling the space between us as we realize I am having an asthma attack.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Welcome Home
The early morning mountain air was cool against my skin as I cut through the trees lining the path. The trail was still covered with a light dew from the night before, but my well-worn hiking boots made easy work of the rough terrain. Growing up in the town at the foot of these mountains, I was basically raised on these trails. In the beginning, I loved the feeling of adventure that coursed through me every time I spent hours exploring. The feeling of being in the wilderness, untouched by humans always filled me with wander. But as the years passed, and visitors became more frequent, I longed for a new challenge. As the saying goes, you can find anything on the internet. So, after some searching, I found a local online group that created geocaching challenges in my mountains. At first, I was disappointed by how easy the posted challenges were. The geocaches were always located somewhere by the most popular trails. However, a subgroup formed of those who were wanting to take it to the next level. We would try to outdo each other in finding harder locations to hide the geocache, going further and further into the wilderness. One of the members, “MountainMan82,” and I quickly became fierce competitors, always trying to be the first to complete the latest challenge. This competition soon developed into a sense of kindred spirits and we shifted our focus into challenging each other.
By Nicole Werner5 years ago in Horror
The Lion and The Lamb
You'd never suspect such a union between their kinds, a bloodsucker, and an otherworlder. She didn't intend to fall for him, it was something that just happened. It had been her first time among mortals and she had no intentions of returning home after their meeting.
By C.N. McDonald5 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
Would you risk your life for an opportunity to win a million dollars? All I know is I would do whatever it takes for that kind of cash. Some friends and I heard a rumor of one million dollars in the form of gold in an old, haunted, and deserted house near the railroad tracks. Well, you know what they say, no one has ever made it back from that side of the tracks.
By Destiny Welch5 years ago in Horror
Book of Black Bargains
Book Of Black Bargains By: Terra Buttry January 30,2021 Blackened ashes fall around my feet and I know all is lost, but I keep holding onto this moment. This utter feeling of such remorse and self loathe it is almost too much to stomach. I had it all. Right in the palm of my limp wristed hand. I in this exact moment am unsure if I ever want to be me again. Superstitions have never led me this close to failure and here it is. My instinctual feels all wrong and foreboding thoughts of ill repute is my new now. That Little Black Book and everything it stands for…. And now I am only left with my hopeless soulless self and I ask away like a machine gun stuck on it’s firing pin, sending a spray of bulllets into all life forces and the like PEW PEW PW PE PWE PEW!!!!
By Terra Buttry5 years ago in Horror
The Ballad of Mr. Nobody #3
Daniel Polchuli stood at the entrance of the construction site and gazed upon the horrors he saw. The gallons of blood soaked the dirt. The men he sent to get rid of Greg Duhan’s body were a little bit everywhere. Daniel almost felt what could be considered guilt, he sent them there. Granted he did it to save face. The police of Evergreen City belonged to his family. Hell, the entire city belonged to his family. Both the cops and the Polchuli’s couldn’t let people know what happened to Duhan, he was the glue that held these two noble forces together. The Press would see his mutilated body, they would mention how a beloved detective was brutally slain, it would make smart people think there was a competitor for the city, and it make the blind people not leave their homes, and that means not spending money at businesses that the Polchuli’s had their hands in.
By T.L Oberheu5 years ago in Horror
My Little Red Notebook
I love my little red notebook. It seems odd, to have received so many amazing things for my fourteenth birthday, but only to care about this one. My uncle Simion, who always has such amazing tales of adventure, though I can never tell if they are true, gave it to me. I want to believe they are true.
By Tim Pierpont5 years ago in Horror
