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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.
Mother, Mother
There's something worse about a child's coffin. Part of it's the size, of course – barely suitcases, most of them. just wide enough for a hysterical mother to reach her arms around. Solid enough that it's not liable to move (or, heaven forbid, tip over) while she curses God and kicks over the flower arrangements.
By Laura Presley5 years ago in Horror
Doorway in Denny's
It goes without saying that Denny’s is widely considered a family establishment. It is a place where good, wholesome families with a good, wholesome interest in old fashioned American food can gather for a nice night of dinner and pleasant memories. What with it’s penchant for paisley styled carpeting and thick batches of mashed potatoes, Denny’s does not conjure to mind anything other than warmth and comfort.
By Alya Sugarman5 years ago in Horror
The Lost Diary of Katie Lynn
Chapter One April 5, 2150 The War The bird’s song echoed through the thin woods that hid the half of a house that sat back in the woods on a gravel road that lead toward her driveway. Flowers hung in pots cracked with age around the outside of the house. Grass had been dead for years because of the bombs that had scorched the earth. If you had looked at the house, you would find the fine cracks in the brick and the roof that needed serious repair. But when Katie Lynn had looked at, she saw her house like it was. Dean had always made sure things were running at top notch quality. He would make her breakfast in bed often and then they would get ready for their daily run before she went to class.
By Deanna Natterer5 years ago in Horror
When will it end
My new cell was starting to make sense to me as I got into the new routine of how it worked. The detaching chains tell me when I may get up and move around freely, he kindly gives me warnings to get to the bed before I am found and dragged there. The cameras he has planted in every rooms corner watch me constantly, never turn off and never fully grant me privacy. The hunts man informs me that behind the shower curtain is the only place I am not watched. I do not believe that one bit same goes for the toilet or when I change behind the screen. He has not tried to persuade me since my brother to join him, only ensuring that I know he is there. I am kind of surprised he removed my mothers body after only a couple of days. I wonder if my brothers body was removed from the darkness I stayed in before.
By Sophie larissa5 years ago in Horror
Average Days
It was an average day, of an average week, of an average month, of yet another average year. I went to my job day in and day out, eyes forward, mouth set to a firm line. I had to be completely focused if I ever wanted to accomplish anything with my dreams. I could, after all, sleep when I died. So, on this average day, I continued to work hard, focused on my laptop in front of me. My fingers flew across the keyboard, filling in yet another financial report when one of my coworkers approached me. It was not often I talked back.
By Kelly Brackett5 years ago in Horror
Nolan Beach
My feet pounded on the wet sand as I continued my run on the coastline. The sky was overcast, making the world seem grey and bleak. Even the lapping ocean was accompanied by a dark hue. The ocean foamed at the edge of its reach, taking back sand as it receded into its depths again. I never listened to music during my runs on the beach; I wanted to hear every sound of nature that can’t be heard in a landlocked state. Running on this empty beach near a rocky edge is exactly that. With the sun absent, dark grey clouds converged, and thunder rolled through the sky with unseen promises of what is yet to come. But no rain yet. Thunder or not, I was still at least a mile from my car, so I picked up my pace.
By Cameron Grey5 years ago in Horror
This Place Cannot Be (Part 1)
Past the seafoam and ice of Drakkenfel's northern shore sits a lonesome lighthouse, nestled atop a weathered and jagged cliff. A path carved downwards leads down to the shoreline, speckled with stones like the teeth of dragons. A mighty wooden vessel rests upon the rocks, hull cracked and broken open like the belly of a beached whale, its sails long tattered and blown to sea, the stern of the vessel now stripped away by the waves.
By Alexander Lichty5 years ago in Horror
