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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 Jogger
This is the true story of Jim Fulcom and a jogger he encountered. Jim was a big man around six foot six and 329 lbs, and suffered greatly from Tall Man’s Syndrome. He enjoyed bullying his way through life and was at one time a police officer. He was kicked off the force for police brutality and being insubordinate to his superiors in addition to treating his coworkers badly. Jim believed he had a right to do what he wanted and used his large size to get his way. He once bullied a little old man out of a Christmas tree. Jim knocked down and pushed the man and laughed while the old man’s grandson looked on. Jim owned a dog, a large golden retriever whom he allowed to run freely although state law required a leash. The dogs’ name was Snaps who had a brown coat and a white diamond shaped spot on top of his head. Snaps was not a bad dog, but Jim was not a good man so he rarely fed Snaps. Jim was also a bully to his wife Veronica. Veronica was a short angry woman who liked to dress as trashy as she could. She cussed out the children in the neighborhood but generally would not say anything to the adults. She enjoyed heating up chocolate candy in her microwave every morning, which was one of her guilty pleasures. . She made sure no one else in the house used that microwave first, not even her two children. Veronica did, however; like to cause problems for men by trying to get her husband to attack them. One day walking out of a grocery store and bag boy was walking back in with a few carts and Veronica looked at her husband then looked at him and said, “Hey baby.” He was not more than 17. To this Jim said angrily to the bagboy, “Stop looking at my wife.” The bag boy did not have the opportunity to actually look at Veronica before Jim made his statement since he was too busy with the carts. Also the bag boy the reader should know is the grandson of the old man that was at one time bullied out of a Christmas tree. Veronica was only brave when her husband was around. In May of the year our story will take place, she and her husband were at the Marina on their boat. When Jim had gotten his car to the docks to take the boat out of the water someone was putting their boat in the water. The law stated the person unloading their boat into the water has right of way and the person taking their boat out had to wait. Veronica being safe on her boat yelled profanities at the man but Jim did not dare do anything since this man was of equal height but did not suffer from Tall Man’s Syndrome. The man was dressed in blue jean shorts and a white T-shirt. The man told Jim to control his wife or prepare for a beating and told him of the law. Jim quickly got Veronica to hush up. Jim would not dare antagonize a man his height. The man continued to look at Jim with his cold penetrating eyes since he was the type of man that would rather fight a man of equal or greater height than himself unlike Jim who was a true coward.
By Ferrari King5 years ago in Horror
Black Coffee
I opened the door, and the little bell above rang loudly and the man at the breakfast bar turned his head slightly while stooped over his steaming hot coffee. The waitress in her baby blue diner dress and white apron waved in my general direction and said to me “Just sit anywhere hon.” Her eyes showing her disdain that she had yet another customer at 3:30 am and wouldn’t be bothered to hide it. She pursed her lips and curtly asked me “What’ll be?” as I climbed onto the seat at the far end of the breakfast bar.
By Nicole Gilbert5 years ago in Horror
Blood of The Wolf Vol 4
Michael’s eyes fluttered open, feeling like he had just awoken from a long dream. He would have thought it was a dream if it were not for all the memories of everything he had learned, that, and the fact that when he ran his tongue across his teeth he felt fangs where his canines used to be. He was lying in a hospital bed and he had straps holding down his arms and legs. When he looked around the room to see if there was anyone else with him he saw his mother asleep in the recliner next to his bed.
By Jeremy Hanson5 years ago in Horror
Salem Rising Vol 3
The next morning Jacob and Jonah sat at the table eating breakfast. Neither one of them would look at or even speak to one another. Isaac burst through the door out of breath like he had run all the way from the village. Jonah looked over at him, but all Jacob did was shake his head.
By Jeremy Hanson5 years ago in Horror
Thirst
The city of Silver Lake is so named because it forms a crescent around the small lake of the same name. While the city sprawled around that curve of the lake offers more public access to the water than most beachfront communities, it’s still a small community that sees little business in the way of tourism. Much like the other cities scattered throughout western New York state, Silver Lake had never been able to make good on the ambition the founders of the city had for it centuries earlier, but that was just fine with its residents. The tight knit community liked to keep to themselves and they liked that no one in town was really a stranger. You might not recognize someone by face, but, once you learned their name, you could usually put together their entire family history. Chances are that person’s father, uncle, or cousin owned a business somewhere in the city.
By E.J. V'Kanty5 years ago in Horror
The Last Shift
I took a deep breath and tied my apron around my waist, preparing for my last shift at the Magnolia Diner. I looked around, embracing the quiet before the storm, committing every detail of the place to memory before heading out the door to the dining room floor. As I pushed the door open, the familiar scent of coffee, pie, and greasy diner food hit me full force and I smiled.
By Chrissy Carroll5 years ago in Horror
Of Plantings and Bitter Harvests
I will freely admit that I have been afraid on more than one occasion in my long life. I am a stubborn man, and I will push through the pain of bullet wounds and grapeshot. I have killed a man with his own knife after he buried it in my groin, and I have killed men, women, and children in my time.
By Nicholas Efstathiou5 years ago in Horror
The Undiscovered Country
The Undiscovered Country Frank Andrews put his foot down weaving in and out of the traffic through the pouring rain oblivious to the danger. He had to get to the shops before they closed. It was their wedding anniversary. He had forgotten last year and his wife, Angela, had not let him forget the fact for what seemed like forever. Not only that, but she was pregnant with their first child, a boy, they knew it was going to be a boy, they had seen the scans, and he was due in a few days.
By Russell Bloxham5 years ago in Horror
Music Box
I was a child of nine years old when I first stepped into the forgotten room that was once the private chambers to lady of the Royal Court Dracula, for she had never been named in the modern day life of the court, nor ever appeared at any of the great balls for sabbits through the years that I could remember. The door to her room stood closed but unlocked. We, the children of the gathered Vampire, Lycian and Witches all knew never to go into rooms that were closed, yet unlike the other children my curious nature as a child never let me think of anything but seeing what was inside that one room, no matter how often I was told by others it would be shameful to step into that room and the amount of trouble I would be in would be nothing like normal.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Horror
Death of Lady Dragonfly
It wasn’t the first time Adelaide woke barefooted in a strange place and it wasn’t the first time that passersby in a busy city ignored or couldn’t see the body of the chubby ten-year old resting amid the refuse of the dark corners of their town.
By Rupert Missick5 years ago in Horror
