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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.
Behind St. Loraine’s walls
I walked through the dark hallway, flashlight out in front of me. As I neared the room where the whisper came from I froze. Did something take hold of me? What possessed me to freeze? It was the whisper again. This time it had come from right behind me. I darted through the hallway, not once daring to look back for fear of what I would see. I ran until I lost my breath and that is when it hit me. Where was the broken window I had come through? Had I just run in a circle? My question was answered out loud by another raspy whisper. “Yes Casey,” the voice said as if it could read my mind. There was an unforgiving wind that seemingly came out of nowhere. I shined my flashlight and felt for the pocket knife that my dad had given me for protection when I was ten. The room was empty other than me but I had heard the noise I was sure of it. Then I shined the light on the mirror in front of me and I saw him. Well, it. What I saw hunched over behind me could not be classified as human and I refused to hear an argument. It was a pale color. Blood dripping from its mouth and its veins pulsating. It was smiling a terrible smile. Showing every last one of those razors I presumed to be its teeth. The eyes looked to be sewn shut but the eyelids appeared to be transparent. Just as whatever the heck I was staring at reached out to touch me I came to my senses and darted around the nearest corner and saw the window. Had I past it the first time? It didn’t matter. I jumped out of the window without hesitation. I got a good distance before deciding it would be safe to take a glance back. It wasn’t following me. It hadn’t even made an effort to come out of the building. It just stood in the second story window, menacingly waving at me. I turned and ran through the forest. It began to rain but I didn’t stop. Once home I ran up the stairs and locked my door. Next time, I told myself, I would listen to the rumors and stay away from haunted hospitals.
By Eliza Crawford5 years ago in Horror
The Gloaming
The coach entered the forest road just as the sun began to slink under the horizon and day gave way to night, pulled by four black horses with wild wide eyes, and white foam at their mouths. Their top halves sweaty and their bottom halves flecked with mud, they looked like they had seen better days, yet they pressed on as if the Devil himself were chasing them. Those with full possession of the facts who would have said that this was indeed the case. Urged on by the cries of the driver, and the crack of his whip, the horses pulled the coach into the gloaming made all the more dark by the trees reaching up on either side of the road.
By Daniel Lyddon5 years ago in Horror
They Lived
At 87, Mona Cabot lived alone. She’d outlived her late-husband David and all three of their children. She had four grandchildren, and only saw one of them, the youngest, Leanne. She was bright, blue-eyed, had a heart of gold, and not a wrinkle in sight. She stopped by daily.
By Joe Satoria5 years ago in Horror
The Island Journal
Journal entry 1: Hello, if you are reading this today is day three of being lost at sea. I decided to start writing in this journal because honestly even though it has only been three days of not knowing where we are I have already begun to lose hope and I fear that we might not be found. So even if we can't be found hopefully at least this journal can be and our last moments can be recorded.
By Nathan Tuch5 years ago in Horror
Conclude
Dorothy's gaze was trained on the blazing hearth, but her mind was admittedly elsewhere in the world. Her wine colored nails tapped against a cherry printed mug, steam wafting from the tea inside of it. Every so often she would raise it up, not to sip from it for it was still too warm, but to inhale the fragrant aroma. Her feet slowly slid back and forth over the plush, blush pink rug that covered the built-in cream carpet flooring. She could hear a heavy storm push wave upon wave of rain onto her windows, but her curtains had been firmly closed since the last ridge of daylight had left the sky.
By Delise Fantome5 years ago in Horror
