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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.
Out On Hwy 101
Up late checking the want ads on the net since nobody uses newspapers in a small town; those are for big city guys looking for big city jobs that pay good. Got a ton of experience but after a good number of years it's all no good as you start all over. Nobody knows how hard it is to get a job after enough time goes by and you have no references to mention. I could be a manager of a restaurant by now, or a graphic designer, but that's not the hand I was dealt. For some people it's not so easy to prove how damn smart you are.
By Industrial Cowboy5 years ago in Horror
Purgatory
“Ann, it’s time to wake up, sweetheart,” Harris said, rolling over and rubbing his wife’s shoulder. He slid out of bed and shuffled to the window, pulling back the curtains so that the Colorado sunrise would stream in. A candle sat flickering in the window that he had forgotten to expire before they went to bed. He took his fingers and pinched out the flame before turning back to his wife. But when he looked at Ann, he noticed how she was still sound asleep. He decided to give her time to wake up and went to the bathroom.
By Ashley Nestler, MSW5 years ago in Horror
The First Implant
Adam walked through the alley as he had for several years. The high leaning towers swayed lightly against the natural breezes of the wind around them. It gave an ominous feeling that, at any moment, they would weaken and collapse atop the people below. Adam would often see the horror of that moment in his head. He liked doing that; his overactive imagination producing images in his head that might not happen but still held the potential of occurring.
By T.S. Cranston5 years ago in Horror
The October Killer...
The sound of something crashing from right outside my window wakes me. Nigh-lights glowed dimly in the late-night darkness, my tired eyes tried to stay lucid. A twenty-five-year old woman who was still terrified of bumps in the night and had just about fallen asleep when... whatever that was happened. Since in the classic horror movies, after loud crashing comes a hand out from under the bed or someone standing in the doorway, I quickly grab my phone from the floor and avoid looking towards the door as I check the time. Three A.M... Great.
By Elle Lunak5 years ago in Horror
The Utopian Void
10.30am – The Oakhill I drive my silent vehicle into Sycamore Lane looking out for the grounds of number 31 – The Oakhill. A Live-in Home where one of my closest friend’s Mr. R Lester resides. I have known him since I was a boy, and it is all true that he is ostentatious, egregious, pious, hot-willing, inordinate, garish and bizarre. He is entirely complex and has always shown as much, tossing ten pence to the pound to flow beyond the limits of a dreams reach. Which leaps fourth with its fingertips onto something magnanimous and imprudent. Hence his adorned title: Mr. Lavish. It seems odd and ridiculous to pay so much attention to this fact, that at all times it seemed even he was tender of his anxiousness, as to precede the thought which takes an individual from and not to the place one needs to be. The Dreaming Trinket.
By S R Gurney5 years ago in Horror
An Echo of Time
The Rodriguez house had been built long ago by Kevin’s wife’s grandfather. It was a small house in on the poor part of town. But the Ruth’s grandfather had taken good care of it, and so did her father when it became is. Kevin’s wife, Ruth, had grown up in the house. Ruth inherited in the house after her father had passed away.
By Brandon Christian 5 years ago in Horror
Falling in Love
For some falling in love might be comparable to an emotional warmth that envelopes your every sense and seals the deal with devotion. For others falling in love might be comparable to fiery floods of passion that engulf your soul and burn it with great vigor and ardor. For Renatta Roux, falling in love was more than passion or emotion. For Renatta falling in love was satisfying. Each time she fell in love, she fed a part of her that was starving for what that lover had to offer. She liked to compare her lovers to some of her favorite foods. Last week she fell deeply in love with Mr. Archibald McGee, a forensic accountant with silky tan skin and eyes the color of pine.
By Roti Lover5 years ago in Horror
