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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 Danger in the Dark
l've been here a very long time. So long, in fact, that I can barely remember who I used to be. Every time I think about my life, it's like looking through a foggy sheet of glass. I feel as though l'm looking at someone else's life. Just observing.
By Kat Bliss5 years ago in Horror
Sirloc
As she came into focus she stepped out of the trees and into full light of the moon. My eyes kept blinking and for some reason I found myself unable to move. She looks at me and then gives a slow downward nod. As her head comes up she makes eye contact again with me. "Who are you? And why are you here?" Trying to take another swallow to get my mouth wet and my tongue gets stuck to the roof of my mouth. But after fake chewing I can finally say "My name is Mathew but I usually go by the nick name Mat." "Now may I ask your name?" She blinks slowly and then I can hear her voice it's eerily comforting to me. "My name is Sirloc. But again why are you here?" Now putting my jacket on revealing my pistol in my belt line right by my belly button. She blinks once kind of faster this time than the last. "Well ma'am I am on a road trip to where ever the road may lead at the moment." She takes two steps closer to me and then lowers her veil or hood. "Listen to me you are not in a safe area, the danger has passed for the moment but it will return and I can see your not ready for it when it returns." Catching my attention with that statement. Looking in her eyes and dropping my arms to my sides. "So danger would be the people in the cars?" She takes another step toward me now only about ten feet away from me. "No, those are just people that can be animalistic in nature if you can understand that. But right now you really need to be worrying about the real, ancient, and pure evil." This really got my attention now. "So your saying there is something more dangerous than simply people as you put it." She nods at me and then asks, "So you do understand that their are things in this world that really can't make sense when told from ear to ear. If it's not a movie people seem not to believe it's even real."
By Linsey Tulip5 years ago in Horror
Night and the owl
‘What could it bring?’ In the cold breeze of late hours, a shadowy figure thought to herself. The sun was just swallowed by the night sky, but the bloodstains of its disappearance were still painted across the indigo sky. One by one the echos of the worlds far away were lighting up in the darkening sky. A cold, thick mist was surrounding the lonely bonfire lit in the open jaws of the forest meadow. Frightening trees and their shadows were creeping closer and closer to the warmth of the fire, as the coldness of the rising moon shone on them.
By Sofya Benevolenskaya5 years ago in Horror
Barn Owl
One snowy night, I relaxed near the fireplace coloring a page peacefully. As the evening grew into night, I expectantly began to hear sounds from the barn nearby. As I had been noisily about my business by day, the barn owl began its nightly rituals. We have occasionally met each other’s acquaintance when I was either up very early or late. I have infrequently seen my friend peer into my window from a nearby tree. I might find myself wandering outside some evenings to release an intruding field mouse into the yard to serve as prey for my barn visitor. Understandably, I did not think much of it when the sounds I heard that evening became unfamiliar. I simply retired for a peaceful night’s sleep.
By T L Smith5 years ago in Horror
The Return
The farm appeared overgrown—the place once a gold mine and riches for any man brave enough to climb the cliffs. John stood where his father once stood, a proud man who was hung for his gold. John stared at the wagon tracks that remained, deep ruts encrusted in weeds.
By Lorena Swift5 years ago in Horror
Jaelyn's Owl
She wakes up feeling nostalgic and curious every time she has this dream. It is a re-occurring dream she has had since she was little. In her dream she walks out of an old barn in the countryside that she has not seen before. She can smell the sweet smell of summer wheat fields and moisture from a nearby creek or a pond. There is a large old plastic covered light that hums like fluorescent lighting.
By Jessica Kirchner5 years ago in Horror
In Time
In the middle of a desert, there is a small bustling town where everybody knows everyone. Based in the early 20th century, poodle skirts and pastel colors are still very relevant. Everyone is in sync, everyone smiles, and everyone moves to the same score. A single woman is a pariah. Not the same- off by a hue, off by a note. The Woman cannot comprehend the town’s lifestyle and cannot sync to the values and understanding that they have. They laugh at her in a togetherness that mapped out how in sync they were. In the middle of a hot afternoon, she tripped. She had been looking at the sky wondering what it would be like to be elsewhere. Her feet tumbled over the other and she was spotted by a couple following their schedule. The woman took a stumble and was out of step. Out of measure. People noticed. Simultaneously they turned to laugh. Rage poured through her and she started to weep.
By Jessica Wright5 years ago in Horror
Summer '76
It was the last day of school and us seniors couldn’t be anymore riled up. The jocks filled the halls with their testosterone, the mean girls did their last walk in unison, and for the rest of us, it was the last time we had to come to this place. Tonight, the entire senior class was getting together to celebrate our freedom at Lookout Point. It will be a night to remember.
By Leeza Martinez5 years ago in Horror
Crucial Frequency
Welcome back to Past Dark radio where we give you the latest updates of what’s goin’ on in Midnight at the latest times. Some breaking news before we start with our regular program, the 10-foot, shark tooth tiger was found dead earlier this week with several bite marks in it. No one had seen the culprit but what we do know is the killer was definitely bigger than 10-feet. Let’s have a moment of silence for our beastly friend....Now back to our show.
By DeVante Pickett5 years ago in Horror
Last A Little Longer
Last A Litte Longer We had to escape. We had to leave but there was nowhere to go. This floor of the building was being remolded; it was nothing but empty space. The screams got louder and the dragging of feet. There were five of us. We frantically searched for an exit anything. I looked up then ran to the side and began yanking cabinets to the center of the floor. One man noticed what I was desperately doing and knocked out his daze stumbled to help me.
By Kess Shaffer5 years ago in Horror
The Caldwell Place
No one knows what happened to Imogene Caldwell. She had been the family’s matriarch. She bought the hut and land that would become Caldwell Place. She was born in low poverty but raised five sons (to as many different fathers) to become millionaires in their own right.
By Jasmine Wolfe5 years ago in Horror
Withering Falls
Ascending from another late evening of reading books to mid-day break; I awaken to a chill uncommon around this time of day. Shrugging it off I head to the fridge near my dimly lit pantry door with frost glass searching for lemon to finish of this last bit of chamomile tea left in the tea kettle I brewed earlier this evening. I head back to my reading room where the curtains were draped back a bit leaving little to know light to shine in from the shimmering moon light of the night sky. As my hand grasp the dark curtains to pull them fully shut I notice something perching from the eighty-foot old oak centered in the yard. The tree had to be older than the house, and I've never noticed how tall it was until this moment. Glaring into the distance of the coffee table in the reading room searching for my glasses; to get a better look at what was up higher than my sight can reach. Setting my glasses on my nose bride, pushing them closer to my face with my index finger to fixate on the fixture up above, before I knew it, it was gone whatever it was. Closing the drapes I head back to my book White Fang by Jack London and continue to read for another ten minutes or so before I hear a strange sound outside my window. Pausing I stare at the window, I just closed wondering; should we take another gander? Nah, I rebutted to myself and continued to read without second thought. A chapter in a half down and my curiosity starts to get the best of me, so I place the book face down on the reading table and head for the window once more just to see if anything's out there. As I pull back the curtain the sound repeats itself again! I panic and slipped I nearly brought the drapes down with me. Foolishly laughing I realized I didn't even know what I was jumping for since the culprit to the sound never actually revealed itself. Leading me back to the window darting out with anxiousness to try an ascertain confidence as I blindly search for this figure and sound. Unknowingly my glasses had fallen under the love seat near the draped window so I couldn't see a thing only blackness and grey figures, however looking to the direction of the tree I noticed glowing gold ocular shapes. Jumping from the random find I trip over the love seat to face my glasses eye to eye so to speak. Reaching out to grab them the sound arose again from outside the window. It had to be what I couldn't make out the first two times since my balance wasn't my best friend at the moment. Fastening my sight to my face once more as I look out the window and it’s gone again! At this point it’s all I can fixate my mind to think about since it peaked my interest; none the less cant waste my time staring off out a window at nothing so I headed up stairs with my reading. Thinking to myself a hot shower can wined me down after that rambunctious roundabout over nothing I prepped to bathe. Sitting my book on the night stand along with my readers I notice the bedroom window was ajar causing a minor chill to be left on the room. Shutting it I couldn't help but to glare back at the old oak since I was at a more leveled eye field to get a better glimpse, but the water was running so the thought was short and before you know it I was in and out the shower in no time. As I exited the restroom I notice the glow from my window again, but this time it was far closer than earlier. Its cold glare made me grab my glasses without my eyes leaving the window in fear I'd lose the encounter again. I slowly dart to the window and the glow began to move backwards as I walked forward almost responding to my noticing it from a distance. It was frightening to say the least but I couldn't take my eyes off it. Reaching the window finally I bump my head not paying attention to how close I was upon the window gazing so hard at the glowing eyes. What I found odd was the eyes never blinked and they were abnormally huge. The head never moved in any other direction as well even as it moved backwards away from the direction I approached. Seeing me for the first time only made it shadow its self. Those thoughts made the hairs on my neck stand a bit since it gave no blinking response but more of a hiding one. Turning away from the window and heading for the stairs reaching the top one the sound shrieked out this time. It startled me as bad as I jumped from the sound attempting to look back at the window there it sat on my window seal. The sound in my lungs acted as white noise. My chest felt a sharp pain from my lungs retracting so fast. For the first time I could actually make out the image that shocked me so bad by the time I fully realized what I was looking at I was hurling ten feet in the air over my staircase. It was as if time froze for a moment for my feet were flailing in the air as my hands reached for the rails only to miss it, as I darted backwards down eighteen mahogany stairs with no padding. This felt like a dream since I could only picture the grotesques look on the face of what perched itself in my window seal maniacally. The eyes felt like they were piercing my soul at this point since I could only imagine where I was going to land. My neck hit the bottom step and in one breathe instead of letting out ouch like a normal person I yelled out OOOOWWWWLLLLLL!!!!!! Blacking out unconscious I couldn't remember anything, and when I tried it was the owl it came to me in a dream and spoke to me as if it was an old aged man. "Did I SCARE YOU?" mocked the owl. "I only wanted you to turn out the lights". I simply replied, you did a damn good job as we both looked down at my lifeless body being zipped into a body bag passing yellow tape to be put in the back of an ambulance.
By Desormes 5 years ago in Horror