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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.
Haunted in the Night
Chapter Three. That night Claire slept on the couch, if that is what you could call it, she had kept the fire burning all night and only slept very lightly, flinching awake at any noise, especially when the wind blew and rattled the window shutters.
By Nicola Rattley5 years ago in Horror
Timing?
WI, 1963 My eyes averted from the mess and stack of hay bales to the shovel at the far corner of the barn. The weather was a light hymn of ice and rain as the fog settled around the windows, heat dissipating from my body but making its way to the small pieces of glass panels built into the walls. If I had forgotten something it was always a little more, piece by piece, left in this room. I couldn’t exactly settle on any one thought, though Abby was always, just slightly, in the forefront of my mind. If I had to offer myself a word of advice, I’d make sure to note I’d have just enough time to take Abigail to the seasonal Mill’s Christmas Market in town tomorrow. It was always necessary for me to think of every goal set in my day. My flannel wasn’t offering much heat in this Wisconsin snow, but I didn’t think I’d take too much time.
By Tatianah W5 years ago in Horror
Enter the mines pt. 1
Andreas and Moira arrived at the Morgue a quarter after 6 , Prior to this they ate thai food and andreas took a well needed nap in the car on the way there. They walked inside and Moira cleared her throat "it's this one." they walked up to the metallic coffin in the wall and pulled it out, Andreas observed the room and then looked at the body "Hm.." he stood next to it and observed the chest area , he quietly stared at it. Moira looked around in an uneasy manor. the building was like a refrigerator and everybody in the room was from the past month, people she knew and interacted with on the daily, she was the sheriff after all. She breathed hard and looked at Andreas "what are you doing.." , he shook his head "Yeah i'm gonna have to go deeper." Moira's eyes fixated on him sharply "Huh..?" The grey rings on his eyes glowed warmly and he put his hand on the body "Sh." he stared blankly but you could tell he was focusing. He was reading the trauma the body stored within itself , it's how he's able to track situation's that don't leave any physical marks, it's how he was able to know a djinn was attacking Moira and her son's minds.
By Zachariah Douglas5 years ago in Horror
The Owl Card
Heather’s boss started to scream at her and the rest of the coworkers on her team. “This is NOT what I wanted people! Start over...NOW!” With that George Ashburn stormed out of the conference room. The team of four sat in silence until Anne spoke up, “He can not keep treating us this way.” Tears started to swell up in Heather's eyes but she refrained. Jake and Lauren started to agree with Anne and all three began to become heated. Heather finally spoke, “It’s not like we can do anything. Ashburn has been like this for the last four years that I’ve worked here.” Jake stood up and told them he was going to HR. Lauren laughed, “Good luck! Remember Robert Sims? He went to HR last fall and nothing was done. Then, the week of Christmas, Ashburn gave him the boot!” Anne rolled her eyes and then asked the group if they should get drinks after work. Everyone agreed.
By Steven Rice5 years ago in Horror
The Path to Escape
Adrenaline coursed through my body and panic churned in my stomach. I tried so hard to kick, but nothing was working. I tried to scream but it was drowned out by the fabric shoved into my mouth. I could feel the movement of the car as it turned. I heard the bass and drums of a familiar rock and roll song. Sweat poured over me in the hot trunk and I felt the wheels drift off-road onto a dirt path. We were headed for the woods. If I didn't escape this guy, I knew I would die a torturous death. I continued to kick blindly upwards and to the sides, trying to squint through the dim light that was streaming through the cracks of the trunk. I felt the latch beginning to loosen a bit. I turned my body and tried to leverage myself as best as I could. I kicked the trunk roof as hard as possible, and it flew up. The man slammed on his breaks. Now or never.
By Cosmo Carr5 years ago in Horror
Footsteps
Noises- Part I I've always been scared of the dark from a little girl up until my adult years always needing a light on or a candle lit so that I could feel safe thinking that would keep the boogie man away. I As I got older I never grew out of my fear of the dark I just basically some what ignored the noises staying cautious just in case my worse nightmare came true I'd be prepared to face my biggest fear. As of now my concern is releasing this evil spirit out my house or imagination forever that seems to be only available at night. I am on a mission to solve this case of mysterious footsteps and sounds that has followed me throughout my life.
By Angel _disguise5 years ago in Horror
The Role We Play
This is my role. I observe with complete abandon. Watching from the inside and beyond. To be content in all situations is the goal. How hard it has been to be so hard on myself yet, that is also the role. There are no justified resentments. Must I forgive so that I may be free? I am ok with the person I have become good or bad because ultimately it is just a mask. I choose love yet embrace my dark side, not because I’m evil but because the focus is achieved through duality. Through war and famine are we able to grow? I must always remember that fear is the opposite of growth. I can see the beauty in darkness because it is all around me. So please, go easy on the Devil, for he is a friend of mine, sometimes…
By Christopher Harvey5 years ago in Horror
3:00AM
Every night for the past week, the familiar sound of an owl hooting has woken me up. Living in a densely wooded area, this is a common experience and is often welcome by fellow night owls such as myself. The only strange part being the almost alarm clock precise time of the hooting. For the first few days I would listen to the hooting while reading or watching videos on my phone. By the third day I noticed that the hooting would start at 3:00 AM sharp and the owl would continue it’s hooting until the witching hour had passed. The sound was very relaxing, a soothing low pitch that would continue for a full hour. However, by the fifth day, it became a little unsettling. Barn owls had always been one of my favorite nightly sounds to listen to, next to the cayotes that would often howl at similar times. It wasn’t until that fifth night that I had realized the cayotes haven’t howled once since that owl had started. In fact, there was no other noise during that hour, other than the usual rustling of leaves and snap of twigs. Come the seventh night I decided it was time I look at this owl and see why it was perching on my rooftop and calling at such a strange hour every night. I waited until 2:59 in the morning to open my window and poke my head through the cold night air. I wish I could say the cold breeze is what brought a chill up my spine. Unfortunately, I saw the owl sitting in its typical spot, it’s hooting starting right on time. This is not the part that chilled me down to the bone. After following the owl’s big brown eyes, I noticed what it was hooting at. A large figure was perched directly across from my window, almost completely covered by the surrounding trees and foliage. Its large Orange eyes peered through me, then back at the owl. The owl continued it’s low almost melodic hooting, the creature’s eyes no longer seared through mine. I have heard in many legends and myths of owls being warning signals of sorts, and even spiritual protectors. I now understand why it sits so still, like the gargoyle protecting its home. I closed my window slowly, as softly as I could. I have always been very deeply invested in the supernatural and the occult. No amount of reading or preparing could have helped me understand what I was looking at in that moment. I picked up my phone ready to call for help, when I saw the time was 4:00AM on the dot another chill went down my spine, how had it been an hour already? I looked back out the window and saw the creature was gone, I opened my window just enough to poke my head through. I could hear other animals moving and creating small sounds again. With that thing nowhere in sight I decided to take a chance and look for my new possible savior. The owl had wandered over to its nest which sat a few feet from my window, it’s hooting stopped, its yellow eyes peeking over at me and then looking off into the woods again. I’m not sure if what I saw was real, or if anyone else will believe it but since then I leave bird seed and berries on my roof for that owl. I now refer to him as my gargoyle, for warding off what ever that thing is. Now every night I wait and listen for my small companion, it has been several days since the encounter. I am a bit worried tonight, I looked at his nest this afternoon and couldn’t find him, the berries I had left him in the morning were untouched. The clock just struck 3:03, I haven’t heard him, all I have heard is creaking from the tree across from my window.
By Katie flake5 years ago in Horror
