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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.
the Christmas candle
Christmas was not molly's favourite time of year, to many bad memories from childhood and beyond meant she paid it little heed. Now single and living miles from her nearest neighbours she could pretty much pretend it didn't happen. She had no tree, no twinkling lights and the only decoration of any kind was the candle in the window.
By ASHLEY SMITH5 years ago in Horror
In the Night Woods
When I started the hike into the woods, I should have realized I was going to get hopelessly lost. Bill and I had yet another explosive fight this morning. It was the stupidest thing; we couldn’t agree what to do on Halloween. He wanted to go to a huge costume party, I just wanted to drive around the neighborhood and watch the kids trick-or-treating.
By Anne Sewell5 years ago in Horror
The House on Benson Hill
Darkness surrounds the musty room I nestle myself in. The only source of light flickers from a simple candle upon the windowsill. What beauty is to behold this single light dancing among the encroaching stillness. Tears roll down my eyes as I hold my head with my hands. My thoughts run with this nights horrible outcome.
By Lacey Stovall5 years ago in Horror
Magic Kind
Nightfall Valley was my safe haven. The dark, dusty ash that coated the ground was soft between my bare toes, and the blood-red moon in the night sky reflected its shadow across the barren terrain. As I walked along the intimately familiar path, I considered my life as it was in the moment. I lived in a state of constant upset and never had any peace, not even for a moment. My parents made sure of that, doing their very best to make sure I was unhappy. They believed that I wasn’t what they deserved in a child, but if that was true I think it was only because I reflected who they truly were. My parents were powerful, but that was all. They weren’t true people. Caring for nobody but themselves was a sure way to lose all humanity, or what little humanity they had to begin with when they weren’t even human.
By A.K. Myers5 years ago in Horror
The Canna Lily
Walking through the door of her apartment for the first time in what, to her, seemed ages with a small bag of groceries, the young woman let out a relieved sigh. She walked to her counter in her small kitchen and dropped her burden down. She looked about the meagerly sized room, with its modest furnishings, assessing that all was as she had left it those several weeks ago. She smiled as she judged that nothing had been disturbed in her absence (she had a neighbor girl water her tiny desk plants).
By Taylor Greye5 years ago in Horror
Ghost Ride
I'm tired. It's raining. Hard. The road ahead is so foggy I can barely see it. It feels like I've been on highway 48, forever. My eyelids feel like they weigh a ton. I feel my head start to fall. It's just me and my little red car, out on the road tonight. It's late. Extremely late. What a long day.
By M.O. LeClair5 years ago in Horror
Witch Hunt
As I sit at my writing desk, the quill nib scratching out each letter that I cast out in ink upon the page. The winter fire ablaze cast an amber glow into the room, yet that alone is not enough to light the room, for there upon my desk is a weeping candle. The wind howls outside rattling the glass of the window as if in a moments notice it could crack and shatter, sending snow and glass across the room. I dread to think what the passers by see of this little run down cottage of mine, I'm careful to not stray to near the windows for they taunt me with the word 'witch'. If I'm a witch then surely I am good?
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Horror
Immortal || Chapter 16
Natalie’s POV I waited a while in the dark room, listening to see if Johnathan's uncle wasn't coming up the stairs. I knew Johnathan had told him to keep an eye on me. Biting my nails nervously, I looked at the window with the balcony. The doors were closed. I checked to find it unlocked.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Horror
Immortal || Chapter 15
Saying goodbye to Natalie was probably one of the hardest things I've ever done. For there was no telling if we would see each other again. And this scared me and I knew it placed fear inside her as well. All my life I had never cared or loved someone as much as I love her. She was the reason I felt alive even though I'm a vampire.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Horror
THE STORY OF THE CORNFIELD
CHAPTER 1 Every year around the middle of July my father would pack us up and we would travel to Dublin, Ohio where he would work at “Stocks Farm”. He has been working on this farm since he was 15. Year after year he would tell us the stories he was told, and he made sure we all knew the tricks the cornfield would play. All of us was a little afraid to go to deep into the cornfield but I would recite my father’ words every time I would go into it, “ If you ever feel like you lost your way go to the ground and look for your tracks they will lead you out every time.” It was about a week after having arrive to the Stocks Farm, my cousins and I would horseplay on the outskirt of the field. Well for some reason tonight my primo Junior. (He was the youngest out of us 3) took off running into the field So Pelon and I went running after him yelling for him to come back. I notice we was going deeper into the cornfield; you could barely see the houses anymore. “Pelon!” I yelled at him. “Gilberto, we going to far STOP!” Junior stop and turn to see how far we was and realize we could not see the houses anymore. I pleaded with him, “Let us go back and get Pa! He will help us find him.” Junior shook his head no. “I can’t Lo my Mom will blame me if something happens to this fool.” I didn’t even try to convince him to come back anymore because he had his mind made up. So, I nodded at him and said, “Hey don’t forget...” “I know I hear Tio’s voice too.” He said smiling. He was about to take off when he turned back and yelled to me “I’ll be back soon but just in case I didn’t catch this pendejo meet me back here after supper. Ok?” I nodded, to give him the answer he wanted. I watch him as he took off until he was out of site then I headed back as fast as I could. As we were eating dinner there was a knock on the door it was my Tia. She didn’t say hi she just looks right at me and ask, “Angelo where is Gilberto and Juanito? Before I could reply my mom said “They are not here Angelo been here all night. Why?” “Well them three was horse playing earlier this evening and my boys never came home”, My Tia reply. As my mom and her talk, I felt my dad’s eyes on me the whole time. “You know where they are Mijo?” my dad asks, “I don’t know?” My father mumble something then told my Tia he will gather a search party and look in the cornfield, he will be by her house later. My father and the men have been searching for about an hour when I remember I got to meet Pelon. So, I told my mom I will be back but before I got out the door, I heard her say, “Your father will find them. But you should have told the truth tonight it would have made the search easier for him.” I just look down at the ground, I hate that woman knows me so well. I could never hide anything from her. After a long pause I left out the door running to meet Pelon. When arrive I whistle to let him know I was here but no respond. I waited for a while hoping he would show up. After a while I started heading back to the house walking slowly hoping he would show up, but he never did. When I got home, I went straight to my room so I could see when my father came back wondering if he found those fools. Finally, I heard his truck pull in the driveway. He told the group we will search again tomorrow, Tia met Pa in the driveway, “Sorry Cat no luck.” My aunt hugs my father and went home. When he came into the house my mom ran up asking,
By Heather Mart1n3z5 years ago in Horror
