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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.
Dolly Dearest
Shadows blanket the house where the family sleeps. A neighborhood cat prowls the bushes under the windows, seeking an unwary mouse. A few crickets still buzz in the dark yard, strumming a sleepy tune in the sandbox. A bicycle waits patiently for the sunny summer day, standing hipshot on its kickstand. The swings stir lazily in the cool night breeze.
By Sylvia Shults5 years ago in Horror
The Little Red Dress
Our marriage wasn’t supposed to end this quickly. We had over a decade together but it wasn’t enough. It’s harder than I thought it would be to sit in this kitchen without him. The yellow paint seems dimmer now. The white cabinets dirty. Maybe I should renovate. Bring some new life into these old bones.
By Andrea Jardine5 years ago in Horror
Immortal || Chapter 18
I sat in the hall outside of my classroom and hugged my legs. Was I going crazy? No one else saw what I saw. That horrible face... Who, what was it? Resting my chin on my crossed arms I closed my eyes, receiving a mere image of the creature.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Horror
Lost and Forgotten
A thousand days had passed since Jeffrey took this job and he could take it no longer. He knew the disrespect his staff showed him, and what they said behind his back. He knew by the way they stared at him, the jokes, and mockery. He couldn’t tolerate it any longer, this had to end.
By Dave Rauschenfels5 years ago in Horror
The Chamber
Drip, drop. There's a tiny crack in the ceiling of this empty cell. The sound of water droplets slinking through it and diving to the growing puddle below is the only company I've had for days now. Much like a withered married couple tied together only by the frayed threads of mutual dependency and an old-fashioned sense of duty though, it is a relationship fraught with tension. I've been forced to endure the sound for so long now that each time a droplet falls, every cell in my body quivers with fury.
By Peter Spering5 years ago in Horror
Bobby's Master.
I spent my time playing in the garden throwing sticks for the chocolate coloured pup as I tried to walk alone the path yet he bounced around wanting to fetch the sticks that I threw, clearly he was in delight that someone was walking within in his masters garden filled with the scents of spring blooms with silk petals that seemed to glow in the radiant sunlight.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Horror
The Broken Music Box
Their are all gone their energy pulled away from me, abandoning me in my own sadness and regret. I can feel that I'm alone, a punishment in may way with a silence that's deafening to me, I'm so used to their energy so used to them around me.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Horror
Keeper of the corn
There is a farm hidden deep within the darkest depths of a forest, that is locked in a time that's almost forgotten. A forest which is made up of pines with needles so sharp the can cut the flesh of any who pay no attention to their step, for all most remain alone that path that curls its way to a clearly at the heart of this forgotten forest.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Horror
The New Owner
The new owner pulled into the long driveway. She had not come to see the hose before she bought it. The word of the old house owner was good enough for her. On both sides of the driveway were two large stained boulders. The boulders were half red on the top. The bottom of the boulders was half black and half purple. The boulders on the right side were just outside the fence that surrounded a very big yard. As the new owner made her way up to the gate latch to open the door to the gate, she decided to take a better look at one of the boulders. Looking at the boulder to the left of the gate door, she could see a figure hidden inside the boulder. It was a young woman with her hands reached up like she was trying to get out. Her face from the shapes it was making looked as though she was crying. She placed her hand on the stone to see what it felt like because the person looked so real. The surface of the stone boulder was smooth like a plastic bottle. The owner moved her hand back away still staring at the boulder. As she turned back toward the gate, she thought she saw the eyes of the person on the boulder open. She quickly turned back to the boulder to see that the eyes were still closed. The owner shook the thought and the image out of her head. The other boulder she decided on the right side of the gate looked the same. The only difference with the boulder on the right is that it was a male figure etched into the stone. The owner continued with opening the gate to the yard. The old house owner was true to his word about the house from what she could see.
By Shelly Bartley5 years ago in Horror
