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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.
Immortal || Chapter 22
I was all grins and giggles, I couldn't sleep. The moment Johnathan and I shared in the kitchen was all I could think about. He really did care for me a lot. And he showed it every day. I found myself not wanting to be away from him any longer than I needed to be. He was on my mind 24/7. There was something else on my mind that was not so sweet and cute. Jacob.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Horror
Empty Eyes
Rain was falling rhythmically, sliding down the windows like the uninvited fingertips of a stranger. The dark green paint was peeling off the walls of the small hotel room and as I rose from the bed it creaked in protest. I walked to the window to light the only candle in the room. Lightning flashed and the power went out as I slid down the wall underneath, seeking comfort in what little light gathered on the tattered floorboards. I had ended up in this small town beside the ocean in a desperate attempt to outrun them. The horrible creatures that had escaped from my mind and now followed me everywhere; whispering in my ear about all the terrible things they would do once they lay their hands on me. I did not even know if these things could ever actually touch me. Can something that should not have a physical form grab a hold of you? I had tried everything to get rid of them. I had even tried to grab THEM and shove them back into the deep, dark corners of my head. But they refused to go back to their jail cell, slipping from my grasp each time as though I were nothing. After months of this torment I resorted to running. I left when the sun rose as they seemed to fade away with the light.
By Sara Splendore 5 years ago in Horror
The Lights
John Hanley hurried to Euston Station through London streets thronged with last-minute Christmas shoppers. He pushed forward as flurries of snowflakes brushed his cheeks and shops were lit with Christmas baubles while passers-by looked with wonder at the white drifting feathers falling from a dark sky made orange by city lights. Ahead of him lay a long train journey to the wilds of Shropshire to spend Christmas with his ailing father, and he worried he'd be late. He had left the surveyor's office at Bedford Square around 4 pm, but it was already nearly dark. He had to divert up Tottenham Court Road to buy his father a Christmas present and card, which he planned to write once the train was moving. The crowds of people annoyed him. The sudden clumps of shoppers stopping to point in windows got in his way and made him sigh in exasperation.
By Tony Walker5 years ago in Horror
The Legend of Ruby Red
Pressed against the cold concrete wall, Alice felt the bite of the late hour chill at her back. She had been necking with the young college stud for near an hour and while she had been enjoying it, she was aiming to move the interaction into a warmer setting. Her cherry red nails rubbed into the auburn mane of the young man and grasped at him.
By T.S. Cranston5 years ago in Horror
Summer Days Drifting Away
It was a commercial summer, ‘Tongue Tied’ by Grouplove played on repeat. Sweet rum scented the air and fresh berries garnished every drink. The sun laid rest to revellers as they sat around beach bonfires and stared into the soul of the flames receiving psychedelic visions of their future.
By Joe Satoria5 years ago in Horror
Fall's Veil Is Thin
FALL’S VEIL IS THIN By: Santina D’Angelo-Loppie I was startled and woken by a brisk fall chill and windy howl coming from my slightly cracked window. We were having an abnormally chilly October and in the morning glistening frost was visible atop the multicoloured leaves carpeting the yard.
By Santina Loppie5 years ago in Horror
