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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.
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The following is a a rough first draft of a short story attempt, not great, not horrible, just getting back into writing. I used to live on my own in a studio style flat and would hear some strange sounds. Probably innocent but the mind wonders and creates. There is a lose inspiration from my dislike of ladders (unknown reasons, never had an incident with one). Thanks for the read, tips are appreciated. Enjoy, or not.
By Scarlett Randell5 years ago in Horror
Death Comes
It was the smell that caught their attention, an entire street of people exited their homes to investigate the powerful smell of rot. A couple of dozen people walked into the street to talk to one another and discuss the origin of the smell. Over the sound of talking came a far more ominous sound, a sound of cracking, followed by crunching and finally a woman screaming from down the road "Run! For the love of god run!" Everyone there turned to look towards the commotion, to see a woman running up the road towards them. As she was running through the crowd of people, one of the men grabbed her "What's going on?" "Let go!" The woman slashed a knife at the mans hand. "What the hell is wrong with you lady?!" The man said, stepping away from the mad woman. "What the fuck?" One man said, looking in the direction the woman came from. Everyone turned their attention away from the woman, which she then used to run for her life. Horrified mouths were hung loose at the site they beheld. A large crowd of slow moving bodies were shambling through the street towards to onlookers, the smell of rot got stronger the closer they got. One of the men closest to the approaching crowd stepped back in fear, tripping and falling to the ground. Members of the shambling crowd surrounded the man who had begun to scream in fear and then in pain. A few brave souls rushed to the mans aid, only to be grabbed. And in front of the now truly horrified crowd, The mass of writhing, decaying bodies ripped and tore the now screaming bodies to pieces.
By Scott Laurie5 years ago in Horror
Bus Driver
I never really liked taking the bus home or anywhere. I find it weird letting your kid get on a vehicle with other random kids and some driver you may not know, I usually just walked or got a ride from close friends and family. I was only a high school student and I had barely moved houses and my school was now farther away. I couldn't walk because my house was now in the outskirts of town and my parents didn't want me walking in the outskirts of town. It was getting harder for my friends to give me rides because they had younger siblings to take to school and they didn't want to risk getting lost or late. My parents would take me to school, at first, but they started getting to work late and they couldn't risk getting fired, so they both told me I had to start taking the bus.
By Chubby cottoncandy5 years ago in Horror
Phantom Island-"Origins"-29
As Kelly sat in the old diner booth, she reflected on her long life and retraced the steps that had brought her to this island. When she got to the memory of what had served as her ‘boat’, she quickly changed the direction in which her mind was taking her.
By Author Jennifer Treece5 years ago in Horror
Journal Of An Immortal - Part 2
Wednesday – December 30, 2020 These nightmares will not go away. I feel I tried almost everything to get rid of them. I tried to ignore my cryptic past. I tried to binge-watch comedies and romance. I tried to read uplifting books. I tried to listen to classical music. I tried to meditate. I tried to paint beautiful artwork. I tried to do fun things. But they do not seem to work. These nightmares get more darker and more intense. I thought as years go by, the nightmares would subside. But I am wrong…
By Leona Valentine5 years ago in Horror
Portrait of a Ghost
Patrick was an artist -not particularly famous or well-known- but did well enough, between his work in graphic design and occasionally being commissioned to paint portraits like the old style portraits people had made before photography was common. Upon request, he would even paint old-style clothing and backgrounds if provided with a decent sample picture while his subjects could pose in jeans and T-shirts. Of course, he charged extra for this service but then his clients were always satisfied to have a truly original piece of artwork to hang.
By Crystal Purcell5 years ago in Horror
A Coven of The Brave
There was a girl, as many stories go, but this one had eyes of honey and a voice as crisp as morning dew. Her mother warned her of the woods, which lurked just beyond their white picketed fence, but she paid no mind to these words and left them at the door. With feet as light as air she hurried off one day… as the young do, to see where this path of chaotic dreams would lead her. And so, this is where it truly begins… at the edge of destruction the youth is set out to make or break their fragile souls. I do wonder, what happens to those who don’t pass the horrid test of the great unknown?
By Valarie King5 years ago in Horror
