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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.

Commerce Street
16 January , 1919. Boston, Massachusetts. The sailors took turns monitoring the pump. They smoked a hundred cigarettes. They threw rocks at seagulls. They fished and caught nothing.
By Nolo Contendere 5 years ago in Horror
Legend of the Forest Guardians
Emma hopped out of her silver suburban and stared at the sparkling lake ahead of her. She could not believe they were able to find an off-road path to the old boat launch point. The main road had a rusted gate that read, “CLOSED, DO NOT ENTER”. It had been years since the location was all over the news, so Emma and Cora figured it’d be the perfect, secluded camping adventure. “I could use a little help here, Emma!” Cora huffed as she struggled to hoist the canoe off the car. Emma shook her gaze from the lake and ran over to the car. “Oh, hold on Cora I’m coming!” Emma called apologetically. Emma and Cora lifted the canoe above their heads and carried it down to the launch, putting it down and adjusting the boat so it was halfway in the water and halfway on the gravel. Both caught their breaths and high fived. “I’m so excited we’re doing this!” Exclaimed Emma. Cora nodded, “Same here! Now, we need to load up the canoe with our gear. Then, we have two lakes to cross to get to the original site. There is a dam thirty minutes into the first lake that we need to carry our canoe and gear up. There is a nice spot where we can put our canoe into the second lake at the top. After that, we have just thirty more minutes of rowing before we hit land and we can hike into the forest there.” Emma took a minute to process just how much work they had to do before they finally reached the mysterious camping grounds. Emma said, “Oh man, OK, well let’s get started before we run out of daylight!”
By Jennifer5 years ago in Horror
La Lechuza
“Izzy! Izzy! Wake up!" I heard it again. The sound was so piercing and awful. I peaked out of our bedroom window and over at the barn, there it was. All white and perched up on the highest point of the roof. I called for my older sister to wake up so that she could finally stop telling me I’m delusional. I almost believed her but for five days now, it has continued to come back.
By Alannah Cruz5 years ago in Horror
The Marina
The Marina; a beautiful and serene oasis in the Black Hills of South Dakota, USA. Forget all of the tourist destinations recommended by Google, this is where you wanted to be. I was extremely lucky to be here every single day as I was the manager of The Marina.
By Lisa Luehrs5 years ago in Horror
Wolves
With a single twitch of each numb, cold – swollen digit I took count of the massive beasts hauling me across the barren landscape. I ran out of fingers before I ran out of dogs. My thoughts turned to how I would finish the count when I realized that only a single pair remained unaccounted for before my vision faded into the gently blowing snow and caused whatever was in front of me to blur.
By Christopher Thompson5 years ago in Horror
The Owl's Warning to the Lovers
An owl hooted as if to warn me of something. The sound of it echoed in my mind a moment after. It seemed to melt into the dusk that was quickly descending, as if to call back the fading light or else hurry it on. I looked around, from dappled branch to canopy, wondering if I might be able to catch a glimpse of this most elusive of birds. What kind of owl would it be? A barn owl perhaps or...Who was I kidding? As if I'd ever seen one before, let alone distinguished between the types.
By Nessy Writer5 years ago in Horror
Haunted in the Night
Chief Bob didn’t speak as he led her through past the front desk where a young male apprentice was who smiled politely at them and they kept walking until they reached the end of the hall where a door had a sign that read, A. Wright, Lawyer.
By Nicola Rattley5 years ago in Horror
Black Flowers
In the wake of the night, the moon waxed to it's last crescent before its monthly darkness, Darius-Mayne sliced his finger on the edge of his page. He watched with unphased admiration as the crimson flowers blossomed across the dramatics of his true crime novel, the page cinching and curling as it damped with his blood. He let his non-sliced fingers skate their ways across the page, dancing alongside the deltas and estuaries that had started to divide this page.
By Tutelary_pages5 years ago in Horror
The Killer Barn Owl
There once was a small village, a quiet village. The villagers loved to sing and dance during the nightly glowing bon fires. Like any village the people had to go to the river every day to gather water and hunt for food, but what they didn't know is that deep in the darkest areas of the forest lived a monster. This monster was no normal creature of horror but a vampire barn owl who flew the skies at night hunting for its prey.
By Amanda Christiansen5 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Harbinger Barn
“Elroy! Pick up the phone man! Where are you? You gotta help me bro. I don’t know what’s going on, but I need to get out of here. I need you to come get me.” A loud crash ignited in the background. The call began cutting off. “Please...get out...Harbinger Barn...help me...AHHH!”
By BT Scarlet5 years ago in Horror
Why Can't They Hear the Screech?
Juneau, Alaska – 1995 Aiden was pacing back and forth with his hands over his ears. He was trying as hard as he could to block it out – the sound that had haunted him for over a decade...the screech of the barn owl. His pace mimicked the waves beside him; they moved upon the shore and then recoiled. Though the darkness hid it, his face was red and his eyes were wet with tears. The horrific screech grew louder causing Aiden to drop to his knees. He pounded on the gritty sand beneath him and let out a scream. A scream that he thought only the waves could hear...
By Tyler Delmotte5 years ago in Horror
The Abomination Tree
*This is a transcript of several recordings made on January 13th, 2021. [3:11 PM] I’m recording this just in case. I’m Richard Ware. I'm seventy-nine years old. I live alone with my dog in a north-east suburb outside of Austin, Texas. It’s January 13th, 2021.
By Kathryn Susanne Sterling5 years ago in Horror