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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.
Death to all Smurfs
Death to all Smurfs Introduction by Kenneth Keller It was a sad spring day in the forest. All the animals had gone away. The sky was full of mist and the air was permeated with the now familiar scent of death. Hatred was breathing again in the village once more. The clouds were gray and the tree trunks were stained with blood. New inhabitants now graced this land with singing dancing and laughing. These things, all once common in the village, were slowly starting to return. But alas so had the Monster.
By Ken Keller5 years ago in Horror
The Atonement Of the 13th Order
1: The Sacrificial Lamb Josiah Washington did not care to celebrate birthdays, or even holidays for that matter. Why should today be any different? “It’s just another day” he would firmly state when offered the customary, “Happy Birthday." Although this day started off very peculiar. He awoke at 6am with Five Finger Death Punch blaring over the speakers on his headboard. He jumped up and slapped the alarm base off his nightstand. Then he heard a loud "thud" on the porch. "What the hell was that?" Josiah wondered as he approached his heavy entry door. He unbolted the locks and opened his door. Nobody was there. He opened the screen door and looked down his driveway. He looked down then and saw an odd wooden box with riveted steel bands around it. An ancient locking device secured the front hasp. Atop the box sat a wax sealed document that looked to be written on skin. "Vellum", Josiah says as he fingers the material. The crimson red wax bore the letters E.W. "This is weird", he says as he snapped the wax seal. He suddenly felt very dark and angry. He could hear voices and growls all around him but saw nothing. The mirror by his front door shattered outward in a shower of fragments.
By Steven Mawyer5 years ago in Horror
George, Part 1
Let me tell you about George. I first met him in 2002 when I was working my night job as a waitress in this seedy little diner on the edge of town. It wasn't the best job in the world...hell, it wasn't even a good job, but it paid the bills. Anyway, at three a.m. on the dot, in strolls this grungy looking man. He took a seat at a booth near the back wall and I immediately went to get his order.
By Erynn Crittenden5 years ago in Horror
Ch 3
Drops of icy liquid dripped onto my forehead. I struggled to open my eyes, but they stayed glued shut in fatigue. I felt more exhausted than when I had fallen asleep that night. Finally, two more drips and the sound of creaking hinges pried my eyelids apart. I blinked, still dazed, and strained to lift my head to the source of the sounds. My limbs remained unresponsive, too heavy for me to lift, and terror struck my heart as my eyes drifted to my room door.
By Kiersey Hill5 years ago in Horror
Rose Killer
Chapter One: Friday night; Feb. 24, 2021 The night is young. Still have much, much killing to accomplish. My latest victims – been dead for exactly five minutes now – should get the police scrambling to their feet. But, like I said, the night is young. By the time I am done here, with this city Americans call Knoxville, TN, the FBI will be swarming all over this city to find me. Yet, I feel, I will get bored with them, and must move on. American police are not as fun as the police in the UK. Man, do they scramble to their feet fast.
By Allen Joseph Straith5 years ago in Horror
