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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.

Mistletoe & Blood
M I S T L E T O E & B L O O D AN UNDER RAND FARM CHRISTMAS STORY Two days until Christmas. The mid-90’s. Upstate Pennsylvania.
By jamie harding5 years ago in Horror
Am I Being Followed? 1.3
**Disclaimer** Do not distribute or post elsewhere without my approval This series may contain: Blood, Gore, Violence, Seeing things, Hearing voices, Dangerous situations, possible crude language and mental breakdowns.
By PrettyQuill5 years ago in Horror
The Ballad of Mr. Nobody
Greg Duhan stumbled out of the bar at an hour of the night where nothing pleasant happens. As he waltzed his degenerate dance through the city streets, the night rain was so gentle it was almost a mist, the kind that wraps around your skin like a cold quilt, made as a monument to your sins.
By T.L Oberheu5 years ago in Horror
Phantom Island-"Origins"-28
Derek couldn’t speak. He hung up the phone and went back into the bathroom. Janet was out of the tub wrapping a towel around herself. “I heard you yell something. I was coming to… what’s wrong?”
By Author Jennifer Treece5 years ago in Horror
Open Mind: Chapter Seven
It was all downhill from there. I made several panicked calls to my mom, but each time the call went to voicemail. It wasn’t like her to not pick up the phone. One of the girls offered to take me home with her, but it was clear that she was making this choice for Heather, not for me. I was in no position to refuse her, so when her father showed up in his little white minivan, I got in without a word.
By ZCH5 years ago in Horror
Furimmer
The club was dark. In the air was the scent of cologne mingled with sweat from the pretty young boys tearing up the dance floor; their moves indicated their deepest sexual desires. Dozens of spinning, flashing lights illuminated the dance floor, reflecting off the mirrored ceiling, casting glows of a divine nature upon the foreheads of the flock of fresh young meat. I was aware of it. Every sound, every deep breath taken from exerting too much energy echoed in my head, vibrated with my heart, pulsed with the drums' deep beat from the music pounding out of the giant speakers. I embraced it all, for it had been too long. It was time to taste a little life and take a little with me. There, before me on the dance floor, was the one. In an instant, I knew from centuries of existing and learning the trade that the end of his life was nothing short of being hours away.
By E. Tyson5 years ago in Horror
Red Becomes The Wolf
There are places woman should go and places she shouldn’t; although just as well…those places shouldn’t provoke her to become the wolf, because a wolf you will get. This story takes place in downtown Los Angeles. City of fallen dreams, forgotten morals and broken wings. Nothing about this world is forgiving, but there’s just something about the run-down streets of a city that make you see the true ugliness of our today leaders. Red, a seventeen old girl, on the cusp of womanhood, is a product of our broken system. She steals to feed herself and her grandma, and she lies to the police about the drug deals that go on around her neighborhood because she knows others need to eat too. Red is just a typical girl living in a typical world that’s out to make it for themselves. She’s not yet fully aware of how much her life is controlled. She doesn’t yet understand that it’s the men who run the system and who make it hard for her family to get proper support. She’s knows its broken, but she doesn’t yet see how much they love to control.
By Valarie King5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences
TOME 4 I couldn't so much as move till mid-day, when alex had come looking for me, we were the last two left out of five. He pushed into the room quietly, taking only a moment to absorb the scene in front of him. Gabe's lifeless eyes had started to attract flies, just another twist of the knife. Alex slid next to me, sitting on his heels as he slid his hand into mine. Alex and i were close, he was possibly my closest friend before all this happened and now, he was all i had. We had lived together once upon a time, and he was the only thing keeping me sane at that time, hopefully he could do it again.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
The Zombie Attack
An old man, sitting atop of the Eiffel Tower, is holding an envelope that his wife left behind before the Zombies attacked. He can smell her scent that reminds him of the tulips he always brought home to her. He remembers that moment now.
By Krystal Smith5 years ago in Horror
Eating My Experiences
CW: cursing, violence, loss TOME 3 I rolled around on the floor for what felt like hours, birds were chirping. I assumed that Gabe was gone, ran out the back or something, Alex slept, and I could hear that gang arguing in the front yard about weather they should stay or leave at this point. We were really far from any other houses so I usually wasn't very worried about Zombies, but at this point it would be a problem if they kept screaming out there.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences
CW: violence, cursing TOME 1 It's been so long since this started that I'm not sure where it started anymore, so I'll just start from where we are. My current life is a direct dichotomy with who I was before all this. I used to be happy, I used to be stable, and I used to be loved. I worked hard to be stable. Now? now I am unable to get my medications, so my bipolar is back, my hallucinations are back, and my trauma bubbles up through every crack in the pavement. I know what you're thinking, "sounds like millions of people, calm down", well, this would be normal, if not for our dead loved ones wandering around trying to eat us.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Horror
The Girl In The Basement
I can still remember that day or should I say night. My name is John, I'm 12 year's old living in Wisconsin. I live in a small town completely isolated from society. Typical small town, everybody knows everybody. To be honest, I don't feel comfortable at all talking about this. I forgot the exact day but I'm never going to forget the details of that face. I have just gotten home from school, My mom was in the kitchen working on dinner while my older sister was in her room like she normally is. I rush past my mom almost crashing into her and making her spill the hot pan of spaghetti she was carrying. She probably said something but I was to focus on the basement to even catch anything she was saying.
By Indigo5 years ago in Horror