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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.
Voodoo Dues
CHAPTER 4 Black shirt with black tie, or white shirt with black tie? The decision seemed insurmountable, agonizing even. It had consumed my morning. I stood as I had for the last hour, in front of the full length mirror, the two shirts in question on hangers, one in either hand.
By Stephany Simmons5 years ago in Horror
An Encounter with Death!
Pit… Pat… Pit… Pat. Miktlan trudged through the Aokigahara forest, his royal blue robe soaking wet. This was the largest forest of the Eastern continent. He had been traveling for two days through the sea of trees. A thick layer of dark, gray clouds loomed above the woodland. Gentle rain fell from the heavens, but it didn’t bother him. His eyes were fixed ahead, intent on finding the exit to the forest.
By Liban Brick5 years ago in Horror
The Ward
It was a sad day for all involved. The Willard family crypt welcomed another two family members into its cold marble embrace - victims of an apparent murder-suicide that had left little Jenna Willard orphaned, and unable to speak about what she had witnessed. People paid their respects, told her they were sorry, and left. Someone had suggested that, given the circumstances, a wake would be inappropriate.
By Daniel Lyddon5 years ago in Horror
Creatures Of The Dark
The city seemed quiet and empty. Yet there’s a distinct emotion hanging in the air as the sun sinks below the horizon. It wasn’t just the stone streets void of nimble feet from all paths of life. None stood at where the stalls used to be; showcasing a plethora of fruits, vegetables, items and other things that festooned the stalls. Lights mingled in the joyous space, encasing the looming cathedral in a dazzling array of warm colors. The cackles, the cheers, filled the air and the square too reveled in the contagious atmosphere.
By Darhell Eugene5 years ago in Horror
The Box
She had locked herself away in a box for years. It had become a place of comfort; A place where she hid herself from anything and everything that frightened her. What she didn’t realize however, was that she wasn’t alone in this box. What accompanied her was far more terrifying than anything she had encountered out there in the real world. She became haunted by her own demons; self-doubt, insecurity and fear. Together they wallowed in the darkness. She became numb. She became paralyzed. She couldn’t take it anymore. How could she escape this torture chamber in her mind? She realized there was only one way out. She had to face her fears and all of her demons. She had to embrace who she was at her core.
By Britt White5 years ago in Horror
The Poet's Chair
Henry inherited the house on Derwen Avenue from his mother, or rather, his mother had been unable to sell it to pay for her care so it had lay undisturbed for years, whilst his mother had whiled away her twilight years in the best care home that Henry could afford. It wasn't a bad house, no bad things had happened there, but there was something about the place, some feeling, that had prevented it from being sold.
By Daniel Lyddon5 years ago in Horror
Zombie Poodle Skirt
The silver of the moon's rays makes everything visible yet alien. Still it was beautiful and it was times like this that made walking home a blessing. There is a certain amount of detail that goes missing well in a car. Jesse knew this walk, she had made it five days a week for the last year and a half and still she was finding anew.
By Jesse Hardy5 years ago in Horror
There's Something There. Part 1
There's a legend around this small town about a old, decrepit house still standing in the middle of the woods. People hear odd noises, screaming and some times if you're out there at night and you shine your flashlight to the windows of the house you might see someone staring back at you with black holes for eyes. No one knows who lived there last or what had happened to the house or the people who lived there.
By The Unlucky Wanderer5 years ago in Horror
Dream of Xanthos
Isabelle sat straight up in bed with a harsh gasp, breathing heavily as she grasped the sheets in her small hands. She looked around and realized she was in bed. She began to get up in a panic. Throwing on her robe and thrusting her toes into her slippers she ran into the hall.
By Shannon Hornbeak5 years ago in Horror
Dream of Xanthos
She was alone in the rain. Her thick flowing hair was weighing on her shoulders as she gazed across the manicured lawn. Her face was the color of ash. She possessed a solemn constitution as she realized what she must do. Her heart was beating like a drum. She licked her lips and tasted the moisture collecting upon them, yet her throat felt dry and hoarse as if she had been screaming for hours.
By Shannon Hornbeak5 years ago in Horror
