fiction

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.

A Monsters Manual
It feels as though it has been a thousand years, though in reality it has to have been only one year since the great lighting. After a fruitless night of sleep, one filled with the likes of flashing lights and screams of the damned, I awake with a start. And …. I can see …. can clearly see the window, the warm sunlight peering through in rays of different colors. For so long, I have seen nothing, just the blackness, a void. And suddenly I awake to the most beautiful arrays of colors. Grunting, I get up slowly stretching as I do. I turn around and am shocked. I can see that I am in what looks to be a dirty padded room that what once was probably a white room, well what use to be the white room. As it is completely covered in what looks to be blood smears. All four walls, the floor, hell even the ceiling are covered.
By MrzWriter 5 years ago in Horror
Dinner Party from Hell. Second Place in Dinner Party Challenge.
I have never had a dinner party before. Maybe this is a posh word for family BBQ or kids party at a pizza place, not sure if you can count my countless teddy bear picnics, but I've never attended something called "dinner party". However, a girl can dream and if I could REALLY have it my way (usually isn't too hard if I switch on the puppy eyes) then it would surround the theme of horror.
By Shamar M5 years ago in Horror
Darlin', won't you ease my worried mind (pt. 1)
Street lights flashed by like falling stars. Soft Cell’s “Tainted Love” blared through the speakers of her small blue Honda Accord as Layla sped down the highway at insane speeds.
By AF Howse5 years ago in Horror
Collectors
When Christine saw the shiny, silver hotel sign, she picked up the pace. «Oh boy, where did I end up?» At the entrance Christine was surprised by an unusual interior full of bloody red tones and wooden decor elements. Cold and greasy old woman looking quite peculiar in her velvet blue dress fixed her eyes on Christine from the reception desk.
By Marina Falcon 5 years ago in Horror
Half Blood
The rundown hotel room had a single woman in it. She was holding rocking gently back and forth with a bundle in her arms. She started to talk to the bundle. “The world is overrun with demons.
By Tiffany Lynn Criss5 years ago in Horror
Her Face
I lost the love of my life two years and six months ago. I’ve been in a psychiatric facility ever since, but I don’t want to get ahead of myself; I’ll go into that after I’ve told you about her.
By Angela Nolan5 years ago in Horror
Tunnell
I hurried out of work, knowing that as usual if I didn't hurry, I would miss the next train. It wasn't the biggest deal in the world, but I had truly had enough today, and needed more than anything to be on that train, heading home fast, so that I could shed this week's emotional crap and escape into fluffy pyjamas and a massive catch up on the soaps, whilst drinking red wine, and tucking into the tasty, cheesy, oven pizza I had been looking forward to since yesterday.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Horror
The Other
The wind howled and slammed against the cabin as if trying to transport it to a new mysterious land. That might have been preferable for its occupant Simon Forrester. He had come to his secluded cabin to blow away the cobwebs after a stressful work week. He had spent the day hiking, finding a peacefulness in nature that continued to surprise him, and had returned intending to reward himself with a few beers. Instead, he was confronted with a situation he could not process.
By Angela Nolan5 years ago in Horror
Death Dimensions
You think you know the times before ancient Gods, mythology and creation, but you haven’t been told the true story. You have only been told what the Creators want you to know.
By Summer Sláyer5 years ago in Horror
Haunted
In the corner huddled, naked. I’m more colourful than any clothes I could wear. I’m red, black, and blue. Battered and bruised, my crime enquiring about his whereabouts. Together for 6 years now, our beautiful son asleep upstairs and I’m not entitled, according to him, to ask him anything.
By Susan O'Reilly5 years ago in Horror
Lucky Break
There’s different kinds of opportunity in the world, or so I hear: some knock sweetly on your door, some slam into a pole. I listen for the first, but dream of the latter. Either way, I am always welcoming to whatever type of opportunity my mother loved to remind me was “out there.”
By Hytes5 years ago in Horror
The Village
Luke Watson gave a sigh of satisfaction as he surveyed his little village at the back of the garden . It was pleasingly correct in every detail. Little people paraded in front of stores displaying wares of every kind. Some waited on 1ine for a commuter bus. One patient Lilliputian stood by as his tiny dog contemplated a fire plug. There were lamp posts, phone booths and all the familiar sights of a bustling rural community. The day was warm and balmy and Luke was ecstatic in his enjoyment.
By D. D Bartholomew5 years ago in Horror