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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.
Sage Aykai
Gasping in the thick misty air, Simon pushed through the low hanging branches of the pine trees and forced his way down the thick hill. The large figure was still standing in the gleaming morning light next to the lake but he couldn’t see any details of its body.
By Antonia Fish5 years ago in Horror
Fear The Dawn Of Apocalypse
2:20 p.m. – CARSON CITY, NEVADA In Unit D1 at Mills Park Apartment, Lacie Duggan, a 6-month pregnant woman in her late 20s, was vacuuming the living room floor. She glanced at the news on the television a few times. Greg, her husband in his early 30s, entered the apartment. He was carrying a sports bag and a backpack. He appeared gloomy. As soon as he closed the door, he looked at Lacie.
By Leona Valentine5 years ago in Horror
Bed and Breakfast
Robert and Claire drove for what felt like hours leaving the lights of the city behind heading to what the website referred to as "a quaint little bed and breakfast off the beaten path." The GPS led them to their destination, an unmarked dirt road framed with trees just over a hill right outside the city limits. Robert squeezed the steering wheel when he saw the path.
By Gena Ervin5 years ago in Horror
Tunnel Demon
People say autism can be cured by some pills or by therapy but really if you do not have it you never will know that it isn’t something that can be cured, and many just brush of the differences and the challenges we suffer as kids just being kids, or say “if you’d just get up and go out and make friends join and club” or “we gotta get you into a club” people with autism when we find a talent we are good in and we do obsess over it but that’s what makes us geniuses in the field if we go at it as and make it a job. All we need it support but at times depending on the interest we don’t get it, I know I didn’t, cause you see my interest was.....the paranormal.
By Dillion Clay 5 years ago in Horror
The Life of My Father
A poor family, we grew up in the land of the Great Depression. Hit hard, we were forced out of our already-broken home and that was where it happened. My father, he began to cough up blood one morning. My mother was nowhere to be found and I, a girl no older than twelve, was roaming around the shack looking out for wild birds with a younger brother sitting on the grass, picking leaves with a stick. I could hear my father coughing and the sound of the blood coming out of him. Though, it was probable that at the age I was, I was not sure that anything was horribly wrong. Death was fairly common to see, hear and witness - and even though I had become more or less normalised to it. I never thought my father would die. But he did. Later that day, sometime in the early afternoon to the sound of my mother crying out the Lord’s name in her sombre, melancholia before it all fell silent and still. Even the wind itself seemed to stop moving the leaves upon the grass. My brother dropped his stick and we both stepped back inside, my father’s lifeless body laying slain by tuberculosis upon the counter top. My mother, heartbroken.
By Annie Kapur5 years ago in Horror
Pallid Airs and Lost Highways
It wasn’t customary to have the Sheriff’s office as busy as it was that Wednesday evening, at best it was usually the man himself with a few drop-ins of his deputy and a few drunks they kept in a cell overnight, but these were hard times and in these hard times something needed to be done, a change needed to occur in the Northeast and in New England. It was just that none of the men of the law knew the edge of the world started in Newcomb, New York in the office of Sheriff Bruce Hemmitt.
By Julius Whitfield5 years ago in Horror
Poor Kid
I watched it all from the backseat of my father’s VW. The truck was flying towards us, filled with Taliban soldiers. “MUM! DAD! STOP THE CAR!” I scream. But it’s too late, and I know it. There’s the agonizing crunch as the truck hits the front of the car. I scream as the back of the car spins towards the truck, but the truck gets out of the way just in time. I’m still screaming as the back of the car comes to a halt.
By Emma-lee Howarth5 years ago in Horror
Foretold
"Ma' sha, the cards say to me that soon, you will be gifted blessings, and there will be a man." "A man?!" The young woman across the table shifted excitedly in her wicker seat, nearly upsetting the bundle of smudging sage that whispered a fragrant trail along the tops of her perched elbows. A dark hand shot forth, showing off a brilliant green bracelet of glass beads and a four leaf clover preserved in resin tied in place with a simple black cord, and he quickly stabalized the stone bowl it was nestled in before returning to trail the tip of a finger along the boldened edges of the upright Marassa card before him.
By Victoria Hill5 years ago in Horror
