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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.
It's Yours Now
"It’s yours now". These words resonated in Cali’s mind as she stared at the little black notebook in her hand. She was shocked when the old woman, frantic and frightened shoved the notebook in her hand. It was like the woman was running from someone, and then gone in a flash. She wondered what was this notebook and why was it hers now? In hindsight, she wished she would have left the notebook somewhere, anywhere instead of keeping it. Her only reaction was to stuff the notebook in her purse and hurry home. As she ran down the alley, it seemed home was a million miles away. Shadows from the street seemed to be following her. “Just keep going,” she told herself as perspiration fell from her brow. Fear began to slow her steps as she approached her apartment. She could feel her heart beating loudly as her sweaty palms and fingers fumbled with her keys to open the door. Finally, opening the door, Cali rushed in and locked the door latch, breathing heavily. Frustrated, she angrily threw her purse on the couch, in which the little black notebook fell out onto the floor. Cali knelt and picked up the notebook. She stared at the notebook tempted to open it. Placing the notebook on the kitchen counter, she told herself that she would not open the notebook, that she would dispose of it immediately. Her mind went back to the old woman, wondering who she was. Cali wondered how the woman got the notebook. She recalled the look in the old woman's eyes when they ran into each other. When she helped the woman up, all Cali could see was fear and desperation. The old woman practically begged Cali to take the notebook. After grabbing some water to cool down, Cali sat down and turned on the TV. To her surprise, the old woman's face was suddenly on the screen. She was reported as missing. Cali could feel her heart racing again. Peering at the black notebook on the counter, she wondered did it have anything to do with the woman's disappearance. She began to wonder was she next. She walked back over to the counter and picked up the notebook, examining it as if its contents would be revealed without her opening it. Her fingers stroked the weathered, black leather cover, but her conscience would not let her turn a page. Placing the notebook back on the counter, she sat down again on the couch, more confused than ever. Interrupting her thoughts, there was a sudden knock on the door. That one knock struck fear in Cali as she crept towards the door. She looked through the peephole but didn't see anybody. Slowly, opening the door, she looked down the hall, but saw no one. As she closed the door, her foot hit something. On the floor, there lay a bulky envelope. Hesitantly, Cali picked up the envelope. Her fingers trembled as she opened the envelope. Enclosed in the envelope was $20,000 in $100 bills. She wondered who left it, then her mind went back to the black notebook. Curiosity and fear fought within her as she wondered what was in this notebook. Cali wondered what the connection between the money and the notebook was, or if there was any. She dropped the envelope with money next to the notebook on the counter and decided she would call the police in the morning. She would let them know about the old woman, the notebook, and the money. Maybe that would put her nerves at ease, squelching her curiosity to open the notebook. As she made up her mind, she saw a slip of paper on the floor. Cali figured it fell out of the envelope. A dark feeling of impending doom fell upon her as she picked up the paper. Chills ran down her spine as she read the words scribbled in black ink. OPEN THE NOTEBOOK.
By Regina Greathouse5 years ago in Horror
Pallid Airs and Lost Highways
Ellsworth and Emery Kolb were in their twenties when they opened their own photography studio high in the South Rim of the Grand Canyon in 1904. Not too shabby for a business that didn’t result in putting a bullet in someone’s head back then. Robbing, killing and pillaging were all financially beneficial parts of the region and the Kolb brothers were as gentle as cloud fluff and had no means for such sketchy vices. Truth was, there had been only one gun in between them should their venture exploring the Colorado River leave them in any danger and that cold pistol remained cold for several years after it was bestowed upon them by their father.
By Julius Whitfield5 years ago in Horror
All It Takes Is One Word
My word, superfluous. I'm one of the lucky ones. I could have been stuck with a common word like "and" or "the" or "weather". Could you imagine, as a brand new parent completely sleep deprived and having to try to remember to not say such a mundane word within earshot of your brand new baby or else it will die? The heartache. The body consuming panic of realizing what you've done as your baby takes its last breath in your arms. . .
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Horror
