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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.
The Legs of Vidalia
In the room next to the kitchen, where the onions were stored, lived a woman named Vidalia. She never left the room. She just peeled onions all day and all night. Nobody could remember how long she had been there, but she was already there when Rank came along. And that had been about ten years. Rank did the cooking, if what he did could be called cooking. The word 'cooking' usually draws connotations like seasoning, spice, blending of flavors, ingredients, etc. But all he did was drop the peeled onions in a big soup pot to boil. Pot after pot, day in, day out. When they would finally become soft and fall apart, turning into a bland slop, he would fill a bowl and take it out to the back porch adjacent to the kitchen.
By Scott Detweiler5 years ago in Horror
A Dance (of Sorts) at Ol' Gil's Tavern
' The decaying skin, congealed fat, dried flesh, and scabbing blood made a soppy mess of the burlap bag. He carried it slung over his shoulder, dripping some semblance of a rusted bile onto the back of his duster; sweat stained, mud strewn, tattered, and now, gut streaked.
By Matt Martin-Hall5 years ago in Horror
Dark Energy: The Mortal Fracture
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: WASI’S PREDATOR TRAINING 1988 Hamilton, Montana – Old Mine The darkness swallowed a nineteen-year-old Wasi in his entirety as he was lowered into the mine. His body dangled in the darkness activating and heightening his senses of touch, smell, and taste. These senses each hungered for knowledge of the dark environment they entered, and as the rope lowered him into the chasm, they were bathed in a flash flood of stimuli.
By Robbi Erickson5 years ago in Horror
Dark Energy: The Mortal Fracture
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE MISSION Research Center – 2011 Martin watched as Sade and Wasi exited the air control tower and approached his position. His eyes locked onto Sade and he studied her every move trying to dissect out any clues to her reaction to his presence. Everyone that had been involved in Martin’s plan had known that at some point the time would come when all old debts would come due, and today was that day. Martin, on the other hand, knew that he would be met with opposition, resistance and even outright hostility, especially from Sade. To his surprise, however, she walked towards him in an almost excited cantor. In fact, her body movements indicated that she was glad to see him. Well, maybe not glad, he thought. “Accepting” perhaps was a better word for it.
By Robbi Erickson5 years ago in Horror
Voodoo Dues
CHAPTER 2 There were times that I regretted my decision to hire an employee. I smiled, watching Figg in my peripheral vision, clomping across the old pine floor in her ridiculous shoes. There were other times that I felt like I was paying her to force her company on me. Whatever it was, whether it was her influence or not, I'd begun to feel myself returning from the abyss. She certainly brought life and color to the place, even if that color did come from garish plaid, polyester pants and her bright red hair.
By Stephany Simmons5 years ago in Horror
