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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.
A Face In The Darkness
As she turned off the highway and into the long winding drive she could feel the stress and tension start to ease. By the time she pulled up to the house all the muscles in her body seemed to have relaxed. This was it, she thought to herself, this was exactly what she needed.
By Evie Sinclair 5 years ago in Horror
The Convent on Blackmoor Hill
I remember the first time I stood gazing up at the convent on Blackmoor Hill. I was barely seven years old and I was helping my mother take some tinned food to give to the nuns’ foodbank collection. I stared up at those towering stone walls so dense and macabre, it reminded me of a prison I’d seen on TV. We couldn’t even go all the way into the convent, just into a long corridor which led to a hatch in the wall where we could leave our donations. I tried to peek through the gap at the nuns, desperate to understand why they remained hidden behind that wall. I never saw them, just a slightly withered hand, sweeping the box of donations away and behind the hatch.
By Kelly Fisher5 years ago in Horror
Order Of The Count
He traveled through the abyss and down the darkened halls. Through the steel bordered door which had been adorn with crystal jewels and the like and, when he turned that knob cautiously, a half-hearted push set forth a rather ominous moan from the antique door. Inside his eyes were struck with astonishment, but, before we move into the details surrounding such a discovery, allow me to take give you some insights to help prepare your mind for the inevitable.
By Quincy A. Mosley5 years ago in Horror
Sleepwalkers
I am incredibly uncomfortable. I don’t know why I thought today of all days was the one to bring my gym bag as well as my backpack to class, especially knowing it was going to rain. I stumbled into the classroom, late as usual, and didn’t look a single person in the eye. Furthest row to the left, six seats back. I set down my backpack, gym bag, overcoat, sweatshirt, gloves, hat, and scarf on the desk behind me — no one ever sat there. Not sure if it’s because of me, or because it’s such an isolated part of the room, and I don’t really care to know either.
By Rhea "Alex" Smith5 years ago in Horror
If I Can
Did you know that there are ways to induce ghost sightings? I read about it in one of the articles I looked up. I know all about it. Strong electromagnetic fields can trigger them, as can a sound frequency of about 18.98 Hz. Ghost hunters say these attract ghosts, while scientists say they may only trigger hallucinations. You can’t believe that. Scientists are pretty terrible people, and liars to boot. They’ll tell you they have all the answers. Oh, they’ll tell you whatever they think you’ll believe, so long as it’s all you believe.
By Tom Martin5 years ago in Horror
The Puppet In The Cage
I sat idling in the car for a few minutes outside the church, staring at it. It didn’t look special. It was a very plain looking church, bright white, average-sized steeple, sitting to the side of a town common. A shitty looking italian eatery lay about fifty yards to my rear. PIZZA, PASTA & SUBS. The place seemed busy, and why not? In a town like this, no one would know what real italian tastes like. This was the sort of town where a Chili’s would elevate the culture considerably.
By Tom Martin5 years ago in Horror
Real Estate
I was meeting my wife at the house. It was the perfect one, at least what we saw of it online. It was older, and it had all of the character that we’d been looking for. The last three houses we’d seen were in cookie cutter, new construction subdivisions, and neither of us felt great about the options. Though, I did like the amount of room the modern houses left for a new television.
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Horror
We Win
Ed Barlou, 60 and cantankerous in a red flannel shirt, was brought to the cathedral. He was bound at the wrists and shuffling, pulled at either elbow by vampires dressed in deacons’ cassocks. He’d been beaten pretty badly, but he’d suffered worse in his bar days in the seventies. He spat a tooth onto the carpet runner.
By Tom Martin5 years ago in Horror
