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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.
In Two
Shawna bolted up in bed, then turned and looked at the clock on her nightstand, “Thank god it was a dream,” she exhaled in relief. Sensing the urge, she got out of bed and walked into her bathroom. On the floor, she saw towels covered in blood. She began to panic. Then she looked at the sink which was also covered in blood. Shawna began to freak out, “No, no, nooooo, NOOOOO!” she cried in hysterics as she slid to the bathroom floor and cradle herself, “it was a dream, it had to be a dream,” she sobbed. Then Shawna heard the laugh, quiet at first; it was Katie standing in the doorway of the bathroom. As Shawna looked up at her Katie’s laugh sounded more maniacal
By Amy Lynn Jenkins5 years ago in Horror
Awakened
Cool air swarmed around a small girl. She thought vaguely for a moment that her mom pulled the covers off of her, that it was already morning. But no sunlight shone through her eyelids. Where are those covers? The wind rushed at her once more and she jerked at the feeling, her leg hitting something rough, like bark. Suddenly, she was aware of a man holding her and felt the subtle bouncing motion as he walked. She opened her eyes groggily, confused why her dad took her out of bed. "Daddy?" She yawned and tried to focus on her surroundings. They passed a tree and she finally comprehended they were outside. She searched the distance over her father's shoulder for her house. She spotted it a little off to the left about thirty feet. Confusion swept over her. "Daddy? Where are we going?" He didn't answer, just held the girl tighter. She shivered from the night air; she was still in her pajamas. "I wanna go home." She nestled her head against his shoulder. She felt the prickly hairs on his chin. This annoyed her. Her dad shaved every morning. And... He smelled funny. Like amber and sour milk. She pulled away in disgust. "Daddy," she whined. It was too dark for her to see his face clearly. She saw a lamp light up ahead and was grateful, for she feared the darkness would swallow her whole. The girl wiggled in her father's grasp. Why was he carrying her anyway? She was too old to be held. She squirmed continually, becoming a chore for the man to hold. Finally when the light of the lamp was over them, he dropped her. She fell on her back. "Ouch! Da–" Her exclamation cut short when she looked up at him. She realized with horror that the man who was carrying her was not her dad. She began to crawl backwards as he advanced. He grabbed her arm and hoisted her to her feet firmly. She began to scream. "Let me go!" She yelled. She kicked and clawed as he dragged her with him. Finally, she landed a blow on the back of his knee. He grunted in pain and let go of her. This was all she needed to run back the way they came. She sprinted as fast as her legs could carry her; she was nearly at the edge of her lawn when the man finally caught up to her. The weight of him as he pummeled toward her pushed the girl to the ground. "Help! Mommy, help!" she screamed. But the lights in the house stayed off. She kicked and lunged, but the man wrestled her to the ground. Holding her down with one hand and reaching into his pocket with the other, he pulled out a Zippo lighter. The girl's eyes were wide with terror, watching the flame dance in front of her. "You're parents are dead," he spoke calmly. Then he threw the lighter at the house. At first nothing happened, but slowly, the roof began to glow with flames. "No!" She struggled against him, but he kept a tight hold on him. "No, no, no, no!" She started sobbing. "Mommy!" The man started dragging her away from the flames and she fought him each step. Neither of them saw a dark figure sneak to her attacker. The girl felt the hold on her loosen and she plowed forward into the dirt. She turned and saw that another man had come to her rescue, distracting her kidnapper. She looked up at her savior, bewildered. His dark hair and tall figure faced the body on the ground, who was already getting up from the surprise attack. "Go!" The handsome man commanded in a gentle but firm tone. "Run! Get away from here!" The girl hesitated only a moment, wondering about the welfare of her savior. But as the kidnapper lunged at him, she started running, afraid that she would be captured once again by the scary man. Minutes later, hidden safely in the surrounding wood, she leaned against a tree to catch her breath. She turned back to see her house ablaze. She dropped to the ground in despair, weeping as she watched her house engulf in flames. As the night grew on, the weary girl soon fell asleep on the woodland floor.
By Katrina Jollimore5 years ago in Horror
The Great Ball.
I walked through a bolted silver door. Everyone at the Masquerade Ball looked unique, yet similar. A few people chose to go with a personalized version of a Phantom of The Opera mask. A handful decided that painting over their faces would be a better idea. Some had masks that were adorned with diamonds and pearls, others were wearing green, blue and gold, while some proudly wore black and white masks. People huddled in groups with others that put on a mask similar to their own. A large group of men and women with gold-colored masks and raging black holes for eyes started surrounding me. They danced ritualistically, holding hands, forming a circle around me and trapping me in the midst of the gold link chain they had constructed around me. I had no real mask. My face bore a transparent foil above my thick skin, and my eyes showed hope. I had no business being with them. One of their three tall leaders came towards me with a gold mask whose inside glowed a burning red, smoking and sizzling, eager for the touch of human skin. If I were to put it on, I could never take it off. The second leader was waving a silver spoon around, and a piece of black cloth, ready to blind me with a swift flick of his hand. The last one was fitting a red thread through a needle whilst looking me dead in the eyes. My lips would be forever sealed. My transparent mask and I had no business being around this group of people. I danced my way out of Golden Group, and pretended to help them reach their goal. ‘I am not getting indoctrinated.’ I thought. The three leaders watched me make my way out of their circle, visibly filled with hatred and anger despite their lack of expression. Their blind eyes fixated on me as I twirled around, and linked hands with them before making a run for the windows.
By Alex Barbu5 years ago in Horror
The Heathers
The Heathers Chapter 1 “We've got a floater,” my partner said, hanging up the phone. Crap, I thought, I hate floaters. Give me a normal run of the mill murder victim any day. A waved of nausea washed over me at the thought of a body in the river. I grabbed my coat, gun, and badge and followed my partner to the elevator. We stepped into the elevator after the metallic ding sounded and the doors slid open. The smell of decades-old smoke in the tiny space made my stomach turn again.
By Mariah Cruise5 years ago in Horror
The first couple pages of my new book Memoirs of a Monster.
METAMORPHOSIS Well... I guess if you're asking me to start at the beginning, then I should take you back. The year was 1556 and I was not but twenty-eight years old. We had ported in London before the Sun's arrival, we had spent the day unloading and uploading the ship with supplies, we were all exhausted, and in need of more than a bit of rest.
By Lord A. J. Curtis 5 years ago in Horror
The Golden Envelope
The Golden Envelope “Lydia, my name is Lydia! Get that right!” She rolled her eyes and huffed. The bank teller apologized and corrected her mistake. The teller had never seen so much money being deposited. Five million. Lydia was in a rush to get that money in her account. She felt that maybe it was a joke, or a trick someone was playing on her. Waiting for the shoelaces to drop, Lydia was guardedly expecting the bank teller to say that it couldn’t be cashed, but that never happened.
By Tracey Lalena 5 years ago in Horror
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Untitled This story is about a young southern woman from North Carolina named Serene McDaniels, who just moved to the big city after her grandmother past. With no other living relatives, she began her quest in finding her place in this big melting pot not exactly sure of what she could possibly discover.While sitting in her 1 bedroom studio apartment, she overlook mountains of newspapers and flyers looking for decent employment. Frustration and boredom then takes over, and she goes on social media and then discover an ad become a beauty brand ambassador. Her face beams as she excitedly clicks on the link and applied for the position.
By Shatema Richardson5 years ago in Horror
