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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.

Liquid Misfortune
Prompt: At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we’d struck it rich and that we’d be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we’d spend the money. Our first choice…
By Kaitlyn R O'Dell5 years ago in Horror
Arcane Truths
For whoever finds this: I'm probably long dead or captured, these are all the findings of my time as an arcane investigator. This journal recants tales from the moment I decide to dive into the world of the arcane and learn all I can. I hope this journal finds a worthy successor, someone who, like me will be unafraid to uncover the dark secrets of our world. Read, study, learn all you can, my successor.
By Tk Nickle5 years ago in Horror
Scavengers
Writing Prompt: 1.1 from "Instigation: Creative Prompts on the Dark Side" by Michael Arnzen. Writing Prompt: 1.1 The sun beats overhead on our wake as we leave our perch. Like a sun dial, we circle, our shadows casting on the bleached sand below. It has been some time since our last meal, the pangs of hunger making us agitated. Our eyes scan the desert terrain, seeking out the dead and the dying to quell our need. The land is scarce, the only life around is sparse, resilient vegetation that we have no interest in. Only dead flesh and blood will do.
By Lexie M5 years ago in Horror
Ch. 1 - The Path Towards Divinity
A quiet night beckons all kinds. A man walks lonesome down an untraveled path, leaving behind him a forged trail of kneeled blades of grass. Solemn and inconsolable is the soul residing inside, hid behind the hollow-blue pearls fixed to his eye sockets. His eyes don’t shine in the moonlight, taken over too much by thought and woe.
By VillainousTitan5 years ago in Horror
The Call
"The Call" The calling began when I turned sixteen. Sixteen was the day my life ended. I remember it like yesterday. I woke up like any other girl on her sixteenth birthday, giddy and thrilled. I was able to wear makeup and storm around the house, demanding and princess like. My best friend, Max Serrano, was coming over and we were going to play our cruel, yet satisfying, games of dunk in the lake a little far out into the woods. It was by a little creek not too far from my house, beyond the countryside.
By Mali Writes5 years ago in Horror
Emotional Swells
Donnie was... lost in the power and beauty of some unknown island where perfect waves came to rest on a white sand beach. He blinked once or twice as he came out of his dream. The voices of children outside, waiting for the school bus, dragged him from his personal paradise. He himself, had graduated the previous spring, and decided to wait tables at the nearby seafood place where the tips were as big as the waves on the north shore of Hawaii. He would use the money for a trip overseas to surf the magical waves of Ulu Watu, on the island of Bali, in Indonesia.
By Andrew Klein5 years ago in Horror
The Demon Wolf: Chapter 2 - The Noble Knight
The knights who were with Julius held onto their swords and prepared themselves for an onslaught against the demons. They all began to hear loud shrieks of terror and saw many things climb all over the trees that were around them. The forest used to be quiet during the night, and the air is always cold and seemed to breeze all over anyone who walks in the night. Everyone stayed behind their leader to either die by his side or live long enough to tell the tale to their other comrades. Suddenly, one of the demons landed in front of them and pulled out its sword to fight back as the night was upon them.
By Micah/Dark Fantasy Writer5 years ago in Horror
Star Dance
No one ever told her it would be like this. The world seemed blurred around the edges as she took in the dancing that was going on above her head. Little specks of light that seemed to have a pulsing rhythm that made sense in some bizarre way in the back of her mind. Like a dance to a song that she’d heard long ago and forgotten the moves to. A choreographed rhythm that spun and jumped, twirled and pranced, walked, ran, and moved in a way that was twined in the very fabric of existence. It was peaceful and strong, gentle but insistent. It was, at the core of itself, Life.
By NixieTheDragon5 years ago in Horror
BENT
I looked at the clock “2:46 AM” in green bold letters hit my eyes. I rolled over onto my side. I can’t sleep. I sat there for a minutes with my eyes closed trying to force my body to sleep, I realized it was a lost cause and sat up throwing my head back in frustration. I walk to the bathroom and through some water onto my face.
By The Casadats ♡ 5 years ago in Horror
Who’s There
“You dick!”I exclaimed as I shoved my boss between his desk and the wall. He had threatened to throw me onto the streets. He had threatened to make sure I never worked again in this town. All for reporting my pen stolen. Not just any pen, no no this pen was signed by famous entrepreneur Lance Sark. Not just some pen that could be replaced from a store. It was worth Millions!He needed to be taught a lesson. Deny me my rightful retribution? We’ll see! I grab his ugly pen and jam it repeatedly into his chest. “Is this the right pen?! Is this the right pen?!” I repeat his own words back to him in a mocking tone. Suddenly I hear a noise in the night. “Wooo!”an owl says. I look to the window and there sits an owl sitting there looking at me. “WHO!” it exclaims again. I look down at my boss and look back up to see the owl pointing his wing behind me. “WHOOOOOO!” The owl suddenly turns its head upside down ,dragging out the sound so that it’s point is made. Out of nowhere , I feel a presence behind me. There’s someone in the closet. I walk over to open the door when suddenly the owl starts freaking out. “WHO WHO WHO WHO!” It repeats rapidly as I turn the doorknob. I discovered some unholy sight that still keeps me up at night. It was the body of my boss hanging in the closet with pieces of his body missing. I throw up and fall to the floor. How was he in the closet when I just killed him? And if this is actually my boss, who did I kill? The owl suddenly stops making noise and points at me. “What are you looking at!” I scream at the owl. Suddenly the owl speaks “he’s not therre.” I quickly notice that my fake boss’s body is no longer on the floor. I freak out and go to run towards the door when it slams shut in my face. Suddenly the owl begins to screech as high as it can. Almost as if it’s a homing beacon. I back up slowly and I start to hear footsteps. I rush to the closet and close the door. It smells like crap here. It isn’t a very big closet so I’m very close to my real boss’s body. All of a sudden, the door to the room bursts open and I hear a sound outside. It can only be described as an eery groaning with the gracefulness of the wind whipping. I try to hold my breath as i hear someone walking around right outside the closet. I hear a dripping and before you know it, the figure is in front of the closet. I think if I can stay quiet, maybe they’ll leave me alone but of course a piece of my boss’s skin falls off and down my back onto the floor. I want to scream , it was disgusting. I think to myself they couldn’t have heard it. It turns out I was right. I suddenly hear the owl again. “WHO WHO WHO!” It screams as I pray for the owl to shut up. “WHO WHO WHO!” It continues as I hear the sound of dripping getting closer and closer. “WHO WHO WHO!” The owl screams as the figure stands directly at the closet door. Finally the owl exclaims “GET OUT NOW!” I suddenly shock awake and push the door open knocking the figure off balance. I run all the way to the nearby gas station and I tell the people what happened. They sit with me until the police come and they soon shut down my job for reasons unspecified.
By Dave Casadat5 years ago in Horror
Void
It is hard for the mind to grasp the concept of nothingness. A person thinks they understand, but soon realize that by thinking, there is still something. Pure nothingness is devoid of any singular thing, thought, sound or sensation. That was my first memory. “I am nothing.” That was when the paradox began. First, there were words. I didn’t even know what words were until they bombarded my brain discordantly. I had a brain. I had… a name. “I am Abignal.” I stated with finality. “What does that mean? What am I? Why do I exist? Father… Is that you?”
By Scrive5 years ago in Horror
The Demon Wolf: Chapter 1 - Julius of Romania
The most profound solace lies in understanding, this ancient, unseen stream, a shudder before the beautiful. In the cold hours of the midnight moon, the king of Apocrypha arose from his throne. His appearance was unlike anything the world has ever seen; his face was dark, pale, and far too demented to be called pure. During this time, he began to remember how it all started and how he became what he is now: a king of darkness, a knight of the dark embrace, and a demon wolf. He walks from his mighty throne and opens the doors leading to the rampart where he can see everything from his kingdom to the world's outer reaches.
By Micah/Dark Fantasy Writer5 years ago in Horror