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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 Crow
It was a balmy, autumn day. The sun shined brightly with little wispy clouds floating by. Colorful leaves played in the light breeze and danced along the ground. They crunched under the man's heavy shoes as he walked towards his parked car. He ignored their brilliant color and the beauty of the day as he hurried to his car with a brief case in one hand and his breakfast in the other. He chomped down on his bagel with cream cheese, quickening his pace as his car came in to view.
By Witch of The Woods5 years ago in Horror
The Candle On The Windowsill
Chapter 1 Falling asleep in an unfamiliar place there was a breeze coming through the windows while she could hear the waves crashing alongside the rocks for the first night in her life. Different from the chirping of crickets she was accustomed to. Dozing off after a long day she fell asleep surely thinking of the better days that lied ahead of her. After having had thought she finally escaped me I’ve been following her after I ruined the life she had built for herself and her three sisters.
By Ruby Estelle 5 years ago in Horror
The Core of F.E.A.R
It was a cold frozen over winter and the blackest of all nights when Loren was babysitting her siblings Katie and Adam. It had been a long day and she was just putting the children to bed, when she heard a noise outside, a rustling on the rickety porch… Loren slowly walks downstairs to the sliding glass door in the kitchen.
By Tahj5 years ago in Horror
Monster in a Human Form
One afternoon when my two best friends -Mike and Thomas - came over for a sleepover, we, as usual, I turned off the lights and started telling horror stories.
By Jamesson Acierto5 years ago in Horror
Gracefall
As usual, Sister Maria Grazia sensed the evil long before she could see it. As the black sedan car rolled through the Tuscan hills, she could feel the pressure weighing down on her head. She closed her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose, and counted three slow breaths. Ordinarily she would have prayed, but she needed to save her prayers for when she got there.
By Daniel Lyddon5 years ago in Horror
Leo Brawn
The Visitor A deep, gravelly voice says, “It won’t be much longer now. No, not very long at all. I remember when we first met. On the bus heading nowhere. It was the beginning of the end as they say.”
By Jason Beard5 years ago in Horror
The Story of The Box
It was many years ago now when I was just a little girl. That’s when I saw this for the first time, stuffed secretly in my Grandmothers loft. We were playing, my brother and I, when we crept up there. It was dark and musty, and I remember there being a cold breeze drifting across from a tiny hole the bats had made in the roof to roost beneath the beams. We could see the light streaming in from outside through this tiny gap, illuminating a small wooden box.
By Sam Bounds5 years ago in Horror
Twin Flame
Twin flames are said to be two souls that mirror one another. Two divine souls that when they come together, magic happens beyond the soul’s belief. Twin flames have known each other for lifetimes and some can be stuck in repeat lifecycles that could be dangerous for the two and others around them if they were to join. I had no idea how dangerous this union could be when I set the intention to find my twin flame. I had been single for about a year after a rough break up with my son’s father. I had been doing research on this twin flame energy and was intrigued by the fact that someone was out there, just for me… so I thought.
By Ashley La'Donn5 years ago in Horror
The Kid In The Werewolf Mask
The kid walked through the doors of the store, and walked with a purpose. She strode in that way children have when they know where they’re going. Arms stiff at her sides, moving at a good clip, head not turning to see the displays as she passed. All business. She arrowed right at the first bank of logo-festooned endcaps and then left again at aisle fifteen.
By Tom Martin5 years ago in Horror
My Sister the Dandelion
“I didn’t feel it, I didn’t hear it. I knew it was there. Like a dandelion seed floating by my ear. I sensed it.” Jim said to his sister. He expected no answer. A tear dropped, splashing closed eyelids.
By Colin Devonshire5 years ago in Horror
Through The Looking Glass
Mirrors have always terrified me because growing up, I felt like I was being watched by something on the other side, something more than my reflection. Everything about that “mirror world” seemed so backwards, because it quite literally is; there are mirror images of everything. So I’ve always thought to myself, the reflection in that world can’t be the only thing that’s backwards, there is something much darker and much more evil about that world than the one we currently live in. Imagine you wake up one day to the sounds of tapping on glass; you open up your bedroom window and it’s not coming from outside so you check everywhere in the house and you can’t find the noise until the last place left to check is the bathroom. As you get closer to the bathroom, the tapping gets louder and louder and becoming less of a tapping and more of a pounding, someone is pounding on the wall but you’re home alone. You bust into the bathroom to find your reflection is the one pounding on the glass, trying to get through the looking glass, trying to get to you. You look at the reflection and you know it’s you but at the same time, it’s not you. It’s eyes and mouth are missing, no matter how wide it tries to open it’s mouth and scream, you can never hear it. The reflection wants to change places with you, leaving you trapped on the other side, on the backwards world that it resides in. You run away and leave the bathroom and in the morning, you remove the mirror from your bathroom and every mirror from your house and put them in the garbage. Out of sight, out of mind, but the next night, you hear the pounding. The mirrors are gone so you have no idea why you are still hearing the noise; are you traumatized? Imagining it? Going crazy? You walk into the kitchen and that’s when you see it, your reflection. Your reflection is everywhere, in the window, in the silverware, in cups and plates, the pounding is coming from everywhere and you can’t escape it, you can’t escape your reflection.
By AJ Rahman5 years ago in Horror
Immortal || Chapter 26
The plan Caven had to kill Jacob was a suicide mission if you ask me. And what was odd is the fact he told me not to tell Johnathan. I had no clue what I was doing. I had a feeling I would regret it later, though.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Horror