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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.

One White Light
We grew up listening to the explanations of our elders.. The spherical undular nest that arrives after rest to provide the protection and warmth akin to our slumbers throughout the waking hours, illuminating our world with the same color vibrancy painting our dreams.
By Katie Dorn5 years ago in Horror
Shadows
The dim, orange light emitting from the streetlights did little to cut through the foggy gloom enveloping the quiet, cobbled street. Dark house facades rose up on either side, their blackened windows staring like sunken eyes at nothing yet seeming to follow Ashley’s every move. She drew her gray overcoat closer, shuddering unconsciously as the fog roiled and swirled around her legs. She had walked down Amity Street every night for two years, but that night it seemed unwelcoming…hostile. She felt like an outsider stumbling onto sacred grounds. An intruder.
By Stephanie Nielsen5 years ago in Horror
Feathered Guardian
“Gramme’ do you feel better?” Ally asked her grandmother as she snuggled her little head into her grammes squishy boobs. Her favorite place to be.
By Tyra Johnson5 years ago in Horror
Lone
"Containment Breach, Containment Breach!" blared the site intercom as a distinctive red light began flashing over Zoey's eyes. "Attention all site personal, there has been a containment breach in sector thirteen, Specimen Thirteen-twenty one is loose…(sigh)...again!" Stopping to admire her fifth daring escape in three months from containment, Zoey scoffed at the intercom, exclaiming, "It's Zoey, Z-O-E-Y!" "Why is it so hard to remember that? I've known you for three years, Dave." As Zoey began sprinting down the familiar cold steel corridors of the Unexplained Phernomon Occult, also known as the UPO Foundation, her heart began to race, pulsating fifteen beats a minute as she would soon see the freedom she's long craved. With the wind to her back, and the thought of sunshine illuminating her dulled eyes, Zoey flew down the final hallway. Sweet freedom being fifteen feet away, every step was growing ever closer to the "thump!"
By Kyle Boldin5 years ago in Horror
HER
It all started, when we encountered that old woman with the creepy little barn owl on her shoulder. Then the young red haired woman who showed up and casted that weird spell on me, I didn’t want to believe her but who’d a thought that I’d have to fight a demon and one of that size; just how many more of those things are out there on this planet? It’s all because of Her, she saved me. If it wasn’t for her I would’ve been dead, but was it all worth it in the end...that I had to lose the people I cared about. It doesn’t change the fact I committed a crime that not in a million years I would ever thought about doing; I didn’t want to do it, I had no other choice, it was either kill or be killed. I still have nightmares about it, like a movie that’s left on repeat and you already know what’s gonna happen from beginning to the end. My name is Alicia Rivera, and this is the story about how I became the Slayer.
By TAEZER5 years ago in Horror
Old Jim Knows
It was a bone chilling evening on March 8th as Ashlee left her sisters apartment. Temperatures were reaching a blistering –29C, not including the wind chill. The high way home was sure to be menacing with ice patches around each bend. Despite there being a soft snowfall fluttering lightly towards her windshield as she accelerated onto the high way, she knew not to be misled by the beauty of it all. The roads held danger underneath it’s airy white blanket.
By Zar Lar5 years ago in Horror
The Devil and The Owl
The devil glowered bitterly as he slouched in The Obsidian Throne dissecting the events of his most recent disappointment. The High Holy One, he surmised, had cheated again. It was the only way He could win. It was the only way He had ever won. So when the devil, recently returned from yet another failed venture, found himself in a particularly rancorous mood, The Black Palace, having been erected in one of the darker corners of his realm, served as pensive space where he could escape from the chaos swirling around The Throne of Thorns (his usual locality) to sulk alone in his thoughts. And sulk he did (though not entirely alone. A few rats scurried about, quietly spreading disease in a corner somewhere).
By Arthur Maturo5 years ago in Horror
The Calm After The Storm
A lonely, old man sits upon his tattered rocking chair atop a hill just out of earshot of any inkling of civilization. He liked it better that way. What did anyone ever do for him anyway? Nothing.
By Kellianne O'Connor5 years ago in Horror
The Day it Changed
On a frigid fall night in the city, the flapping of hundreds of wings can be heard from inside a small basement apartment, dully lit with lightbulbs on the verge of combustion. In this apartment resides a boy who is never too much and never too little. Asher Kent is unsettled and silent, and tonight he puts on an extra sweater to ward off the cold air seeping through every crack in what is at least temporarily his home. As he moves from his bedroom to the living room, he turns on his paper lamp and is calmed by the yellow light and the sound of his own footsteps. With a heavy exhale, he turns on his television, callously flipping away from the news channels that are yammering on about the crows.
By Greyley Sabin5 years ago in Horror
Winston
It was twenty years ago, today, that I lost my good friend, Winston. It was such a dreadful way to die, but he died a hero. Our friendship was brief, but I often reminisce about the times we had. Not everyone is blessed to have such a friendship as I did. Let me take you back to those days and introduce you to my long, lost friend and the fateful events that were the cause of his demise. It is 1943, and I am living at a boarding school in Australia.
By Morgan Hudson5 years ago in Horror
The Price of Bravery
Tonight's the night. The night that's plagued my nightmares for weeks. Tonight's the night I die. "I'm telling you all, it's a suicide mission! You're out of your whiskers if you go through with this!" Notchear squeals, though I don't understand why he's worked himself up so vehemently. It's not him who risks his life tonight.
By Devin Thorpe5 years ago in Horror
Folklore & Family
The cold was a welcome distraction from my current miserable state. Although, I regretted not grabbing a warmer jacket. I tugged it closer as another gust of wind blew. I rubbed my hands together and blew hot air onto them. Not bringing gloves was another oversight. My already sensitive skin would pay for it come morning.
By Laurel Mora5 years ago in Horror