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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 7
Johnathan’s POV The movie wasn't half bad. Although I didn't agree with a lot of the crap they were saying about vampires. Vampires afraid of the light and come out during the dark? And their weakness, was its garlic or onions? The only thing they did get right was killing them with a stake through the heart or burning them.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Horror
In Your Window
INT. mansion, Jule Pond Dr. water mill, Ny. Friday 10:50 pm Opening scene camera pans in from the outside showing a large estate, shedding light on a large ballroom set up for a party. The guest is already there, mingling, talking in small groups.
By Ephirium Crimley5 years ago in Horror
Fear of Surgery
When I was born into this world, I had no idea that I was destined to die. I went through most of my early years with no idea that at some undetermined point in the future, it would end. Each day felt like an adventure, new toys, new things to do, new things to hear, new things to see.
By Nicholas Alexander5 years ago in Horror
A RIVER OF LOVE
The rain swirled about him, but he hardly noticed, as he moved through the night with an effortless kind of grace. It seemed he would be the same, if it were a bright sun shiney day. People passing saw him, yet, didn't see him at all. It was a gift he had, being seen yet not, but his presence was always felt. Should he enter a room, heads would turn and people would marvel at his countenance, his height, his dark skin, his handsomeness and the way he moved. There was sensuality about him in his every move, yet if asked a moment later, each person would have described him differently. Some would feel a moment of sheer terror and not know why nor the source of that fear.
By Tony Buford5 years ago in Horror
Magi
My village is a mere 13 miles from the Dark Lands. The border is not spoken but the rule is to never cross it. There are villages like mine all along the border as sentries to battle the evil on the other side. very few actually know what is over there. Most who go over never return. those who do die quickly from insanity or wounds.
By Aurora Watson5 years ago in Horror
Together Forever
He’s looking this way again. I purposely, resolutely, ignore him as always, well since the first time that is. Try and ignore him I mean, as he creeps me out, and he is always in the corner of my eye. He declared, that first time, his undying love for me, in glorious poetic prose, loudly and astride a chair in the school canteen. He called it ‘Catriona my reason for Living’. I can only imagine the colour I must have become. I’m sure I could have lit up the whole school. My friends doubled up and I could get no sense or assistance from them. I or my friends don’t find him funny anymore. The coffee he is drooling into is doing a terrible job of blocking the smell emanating from his armpits. For flip sake has he no friends or family to tell him.
By Susan O'Reilly5 years ago in Horror
Grotesque
Such strange little faces, those faces carved from stone. I see them outside the church building, carved into the grey rock around the door corners, or up near the guttering. I found out that they are called 'grotesques,' and as I stand beneath them, peering up into their cold eyes, I am always a bit intimidated, and disgusted, but also I am interested in how human each face looks.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Horror
