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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.
The Dead of Night
“Has anyone ever really thought about what career they wanted as a kid? I did. I wanted to be a veterinarian, a doctor of some kind. Sadly though, bad things happened in my life... I got into some trouble and dropped out of school. Eventually, I was diagnosed with PTSD and anxiety that stemmed all the way back to my childhood. My parents never believed me when I told them I tried my best to deal with my issues, so I quickly became the black sheep of the family. Everything went south for a while, making me think nothing good would come of anything I did. Until I met him. He made me believe. He made me realize I can do anything I wanted to if I put my mind to it. He saved me. We would do everything together, go everywhere together. We were inseparable. He believed in me when nobody else did, not even myself. No matter what it was, he was always there for me every step of the way. Do you have someone in your life like that?”
By Melissa Miskie5 years ago in Horror
I'll Protect You. Top Story - January 2021.
I heard the crunch of the browned and crusty snow beneath my feet. It was impure, disgusting, and hardened like this damned world. All the people are the nasty little pieces of salt and dirt that clump together, tainting the virgin snow. Every person is poisoned by every other person. Their imperfections, their ugliness. It's revolting. I didn't think anyone was pure to the insanities this world has created. The grey clouds mocked me, keeping the beauty of the blue sky and the sun hidden from me, as I trudged through the slush, watching the chaos of the hideous people skating on the pond, I could smell the exhaust drifting through the one part of the city that was supposed to be celibate from the touch of man's destruction and pollution. People looked away as they passed me, they wished not to see my judgments of them. A small boy ran down the path knocking his arm into my side. My stack of books fell into the slush. I felt my blood boil and a vile taste formed in my mouth as I crouched down to retrieve my goods. That was when you came up behind me and reached your precious hands into the cold mush on the ground, retrieving my lost treasures. Your long dainty fingers wrapped around the broken spines of my favorite novels, your silky skin, the delectable color of milk freshly squeezed from the udder, intertwined with the cream of the old book pages. I turned my head to look at you. Your long flowing mane blocked your face from me, a curtain of golden sunbeams to hide the masterpiece I was awaiting. You turned your face to me wiping away your hair, a youthful glow of happiness and innocence overwhelmed me. Your eyes were two opalescent sapphires to which not even the Hope Diamond could compare. You smiled, crinkling your lightly freckled Grecian nose. Sweet girl, those are not just freckles though, they are angel kisses, or kisses from one angel to another. "Here." Your voice was a melody playing upon my heart strings. Your hand reached towards me holding the books and I nearly fell back into the nasty snow.
By Juliette St. Clair5 years ago in Horror
A Bloody Song
A Bloody Song A Short Film By JD Glasscock All Rights Reserved INT -- WAREHOUSE -- NIGHT A close up on the dial of a boom box, changing radio station from heavy rock, to pop, to heavy metal for a second to a blues/jazzy lounge song. Camera comes out to a guy starting to do a slow rhytm dance as he saunters over the table which has numerous tools upon, a wrench, screwdriver etc and leaning next to it, a chain saw. The man picks up various tools, weighing them, etc though doesnt touch chainsaw.
By JD Glasscock5 years ago in Horror
Little Treasures
The grounds of the house became unmanageable this time of year. I took to the habit of hiring local labor since Donald’s passing, but finding someone able and trustworthy wasn’t always the easiest task. He was a well adjusted boy, it seemed. Well-kempt, dressed appropriately with his shirt neatly pressed, cleaned, combed, with all things tucked in their proper place. Not yet the age for shaving, but I got the sense that he’d keep that in order once the time came. All to say, he didn’t look like the other boys in the neighborhood, or speak like them either. His speech was calm, polite, and almost eloquent for his age. It was void of the garish drawl accustomed to these parts and rightly paired with earnest eye contact. The result of good parenting, I suppose.
By Matthew DiMare5 years ago in Horror
Dybbuk Taffy
Dennis brushed his wavy blonde hair off of his brow as he placed his hand there in an effort to hold up his head as it was meandering downward out of drowsy boredom. He had been making phone calls and punching numbers into the stupid glowing screen for hours and he still had 3 hours left. Somehow these last three hours were crawling by slower than the first 8. He’d rather scrape the gray matter off his brain with a cheese grater then make another sales call, but he knew this mindless grid was what it took to get to the upper floors. Where they have big open offices and make obscene amounts of money. A place where you're in charge and your opinion is law. He had started very young and spent the last 7 years working his way up each floor. Every floor became more competitive and cutthroat than the last. He was now on the 24th floor out of 50, he was almost halfway there. The 50th floor, that's what he wanted more than anything in the world. Well more than almost anything. Leah Northrum, the company's sales executive. She was his number one. She was beautiful, powerful and had an office on the 50th floor. She was the package deal and Dennis spent most of his waking hours fantasizing about her. “Kyle has been in there a while.” Dennis thought peering over his cubicle at his boss Edward Morris’s office. Though 12 years his senior, Kyle Rambunk was Dennis’s best friend and like Denis, did rather average work for the 24th floor, but for some reason Edward made him the office whipping boy. He called him out on any little mistakes he made and would shout at him for sometimes hours depending on his mood. Dennis had heard that Edward’s wife asked for a divorce so he figured he’d be yelling at Kyle for a while, but 4 hours was a bit much. Finally the muffled shouts became clear as the door burst open. “The company can’t afford to deal with your incompetence any longer and neither can I. You're Fired!” Edward screamed. Kyle backed out of the door slowly holding his binder close to his chest with both arms. Edward noticed the whole office looking at him. His face was red and he was breathing heavy. “Pick up your shit and get out of here.” he said, trying to calm down. Then he slammed his office door. The sound caused Kyle to flinch. “Fired?” Dennis whispered in disbelief. Kyle’s company was the only thing that made Dennis’s mundane work bearable. Kyle went to his cubicle and started gathering things up. The secretary brought a box for him. Dennis went over to help. The two quietly packaged up his things. Then Dennis put his hand on Kyle's shoulder. “Easy street in 3 hours. Do you think you can make it until then?” Dennis asked. Kyle sadly nodded and left with the box in hand. Easy street was the name of a bar on the edge of town where the two often met after hard days.
By Stede Lindgren5 years ago in Horror
The Smokers
Jonah Gray stumbled into The Prodigy's pressurized smoking room, legs quivering, heart racing. Sinking into a plush seat, he leaned his head back and tried to regulate his breathing. Tried to shake off the terror that seemed to seep deep into his bones.
By Madison Wheatley5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (8)
TOME 9 We set out early in the morning, the dew from the night prior quietly dripping from nearby trees. It was cold and we were unprepared for this walk, but I could not be dissuaded from leaving. "Come on Alex!" I said walking briskly in front of him as he was wiping the sleep from his eyes. We were about a fourth of a mile away from our new house, and completely alone amongst the sound of frogs.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
That Fateful Night
Faye, the self-proclaimed party girl and Terry, her loyal sidekick plus Instagram model, drunkenly trodded up the driveway after one of their extreme girl nights filled with loud music, overly interested men, and unending drinks. Faye and Terry were laughing so loud one of the neighbors yelled out their window to “Shut that noise up!!!” Terry and Faye immediately held their breath but could not hold it for long. The restraint they normally would have possessed was swallowed with the last bottle they drank at the club. They both looked at each other and in silent agreement took off running to the door laughing at the top of their lungs. But almost as if they both saw a ghost, they stopped dead in their tracks before getting to Faye’s front door. In their path, was a large blue box that stood about 2 feet tall. Terry, being her fearless self, slowly walked up and tapped the top of the box while Faye objected in silence. Terry continued to examine the box and found a small envelope hidden underneath a black bow.
By Tausha Marshall5 years ago in Horror
Grandpa's insanity
The familiar sound of harps cascaded in my bedroom window, signaling it was Wednesday. I stood absentmindedly as I came to realize I did not have money for food at the farmers market today. With a heavy sigh I crossed my small yet messy apartment in search of food that would not come. I had odds and ends which did not meet.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
