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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 House on Juniper Lane
The House on Juniper Lane stood apart from the others, alone on the edge of town. Trapped somewhere between civilisation and the wilderness, the old and unloved house had been home to a Miss Montfort at one point, but no-one had seen or heard from the old lady in years. It loomed over the single-track lane that ran between high hedges and over-grown trees on its way up to the moors. People went to the moors to disappear, and it was said that some of them really did - following the false-lights and corpse-candles until they were welcomed into the cold, earthen embrace of the moors.
By Daniel Lyddon5 years ago in Horror
Immortal || Chapter 24
Natalie’s POV I might've squealed a little with excitement. It was a go on that end of the plan. Now to talk mom into going without Johnathan using compulsion. I had no idea he had such ability. I guess if he wanted me to know to begin with, he would've told me. My mind went one hundred miles an hour as I thought of how he might've used it on me. But I never felt any different... except my feelings for him had changed. I farrowed my brow and crossed my arms. Is that why I have such strong feelings for him now? He used compulsion on me? The more I thought about it the more annoyed I felt. But I couldn't think of me right now.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Horror
Mother's Anniversary
The October moon shook her awake. The light bent through her broken blinds and her yellow-hued teeth shivered and crackled at the plummeting temperatures. It was about to be 3AM. Ellen clenched her covers as she awaited her Mother’s Anniversary.
By Sofia Leal5 years ago in Horror
The Waiting
The young woman placed the candle on the table in front of the window. She had placed a candle in the window every single night. The candle that sat in the window was to help him find his way home. The years had passed by while he never made it home. She dreamt that he would walk in the door giving out hugs to everyone. As time passed by, hope had begun to fade away more and more with each passing day.
By Shelly Bartley5 years ago in Horror
Archie's Candy
Daddy pulled into the driveway. Archie turned from the window and sat in the middle of the couch as he did every day. He adjusted his thick glasses that were held around his head with a black elastic band and placed his hands on his legs. He grinned. He was so happy to see Daddy.
By Tom Martin5 years ago in Horror
This Little Light Of Mine.
Frank Grey was now an old man. It had crept up on him slowly but surely. Each body part creaking now in diefoance of his will. At first it has been the odd twang of pain in a knee, or a steady shaking of a hand from too much drinking and the skin gradually loosened and sagged like a deflated ballon.
By David Brady5 years ago in Horror
Limbo?
October 29th, 08:10 am It's a crisp October morning. I am running late for work. I do not like being late. I pick up speed. My heart feels heavier than the weight constantly attached to my shoulders. A weight in the form of a black figure, who's hands are constantly attached to my neck. She feeds from me. I have learned to ignore her, I try to forget she is there but I can always feel her, clutching to my body like a leech.
By Lauren Jane R5 years ago in Horror
The Abandoned Home
The young couple decided to take a short cut down the overgrown path through the woods. They passed the polluted stream where they first met. The rusty old crumbling house is still by the edge of the road just outside of the woods. There was a broken porch swing just hanging by one side. There was glass from the shattered windows all over the ground. The old tattered and faded curtains that were all now white were blowing outside of the window. Five old scarecrows were still up in the yard. The straw was gone from the bigger male scarecrows right arm and leg. The hat had a piece torn off of it on the top. The stitched-on mouth was now only a partial mouth. The left side of the mouth was all that remained. There was no right eye left. Something was sticking out of his pocket. She noticed it every time that they would walk by the house.
By Shelly Bartley5 years ago in Horror
A candle in a window to guide my way
The uncrowned king has arrived... the dream instantly became lucid... my second lucid dream... Burning flesh was the first scent and visual. Inside a huge house of crying souls. The woman seems to be ashamed of her burnt body as I looked at her... from her head to her toes she moves in a drifting and slow pace... she tries to cover herself up with some type of linen. Outside of her tearing eyes, she was roasted to a crisp. I told her is okay.. you don’t need to feel ashamed... I somehow saw your death... I’m not here to hurt you... where am I? As I navigate through the familiar feeling house but I have no clue why I am there again and is ever changing....
By Anthony Leung5 years ago in Horror
