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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.
Wolves In The Woods
The fire crackled and spit. John had a bad habit of putting wet logs in the flames. I’ve told him several times that the dry wood was on the right, but John is both dull and lazy so now I get to watch for popping embers. One ember shot in between Jesse’s feet. She was also sometimes dull, but was much more palatable than her boyfriend.
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Horror
Man, Mystery, or Monster?
New years eve started like any other normal night. My cousin Shells had offered to pay me to babysit and what fifteen year old girl turns that down? Not me. So naturally I asked to bring a friend along since there was going to be seven kids. My friend Katy and I arrive at 4 p.m and start going over things, what to make for dinner, what movies the kids could watch, bed time etc. "Okay Sam, so don't forget pizza is in the oven, popcorn in the cabinet. Our numbers are on the fridge bedtime is 8:00 p.m. If you have any problems let us know." "Yes ma'am. They will be good I'm sure." Around 6 p.m we are left with the kids and things were going smoothly. The boys are in their room, the girls in theirs. Baby slept soundly in my cousins room.
By Samantha King5 years ago in Horror
The Night I Died
It was a night like any other night, and I was getting ready for a party at Nick's house. The moon was shining down, and I had the alcohol ready for the party. A normal walk to his house consists of hearing the owls hoot, the ambulances in the distance, but tonight, something was a bit...off. As I turned the corner, the feeling of the hairs standing up on my neck was strong and unnerving. Darkness is the only thing that was noticeable, besides the other lonely houses. The feeling persisted as I ran onto Nick's steps, but subsided, only somewhat, when I got inside the house.
By Malina Jordan5 years ago in Horror
Alone: A Story of Horror
The truck broke down at around 1:30 in the morning. The road was gravel with nothing but dark woods on either side and in all directions. His breathing, which could be seen in the cold winter air, was still erratic from the night's events. His hands were shaking and no matter how hard he tried to relax, he could not stop trembling. He knew his whole body and mind were still in shock. He walked a little down the road, not knowing what direction he was going, but he went as far as the high beams from the truck would let him. He looked up at the full moon, but passing clouds kept it from offering any help. His phone was smashed during the night's events but going back to the truck was not an option.
By Jameson Toombs5 years ago in Horror
Coming Home
The town was silent, only the sound of rain crashing down on the cobblestones reverberated in her ears. Emily kept her gaze in front of her as she continued down the walk, her speed slowed down by the use of her cane. She had injured her leg a year ago in a sword fight and her leg was never the same again. As a pirate captain, Emily carried the shame of the lost fight with her, and she vowed to never be taken aback like that ever again.
By Ashley Nestler, MSW5 years ago in Horror
Dark Dreams
"Rose! Rose! This isn't you! PLEASE! JUST LET ME GO!" Dean yells over and over again with the upmost terror in his beautiful blue eyes. I Look over at his broken and beaten body in my hands while I dangle him over the White Cliff. My hands sweating from not me being scared that I might drop him but from the enticipation from dropping him. I laugh in his face and say; "Dean! This is me!" and I let him go so he could fall to the bottom. Where his death will be waiting for him.
By TiJah Writes5 years ago in Horror
