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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.
Chapter 1 - Michelle
The blazing sun had turned our trailer into an oven, so Frankie and I sought relief in a small, plastic kiddie pool. I reclined in one of our old lawn chairs with my feet in the ankle-deep water as he splashed around with his toys. The piss-warm pool wasn’t much cooler than the air, but it was better than the stifling heat inside. I closed my eyes for what couldn’t have been more than a minute, but was jolted awake by the sudden silence; toddlers (especially mine) were never quiet. I glanced down into the pool, and my heart leaped into my throat.
By Alyssa Ramos5 years ago in Horror
Hell of a Day
The office was a square of beige walls and cream colored furniture. The desk was set a precise 90 degree angle to the door and held nothing that was not absolutely necessary for the owner to do its job. The being to whom the office belonged was, in its own way, just as forgettable as its workspace. It was a thin, weedy thing with no gender. Its skin was a matte grey, just smooth enough to avoid interesting looking wrinkles. Though young, it had been created for its job and was perfectly at home in Hell’s structure. The entire subset of punishment or judgement related afterlives took on the collective name of Hell after the Christian variations began to multiply exponentially.
By Megan Chadsey5 years ago in Horror
What a Doll!
I. Just Another Saturday at Miller's Mikey sauntered into Miller’s sundries and soda shop, craning his neck to see past the crowd of poodle-skirted girls loitering around the candy display case at the entrance. Many heads in that group turned and followed his progress further inside as if a magnet connected each of their eyes to his moving form. Broad shoulders, easy charm, and a pleasant face made Mikey popular and well-liked at his high school, Centerville High. This was made even more apparent as some of the bolder girls greeted him along the way, while others whispered and giggled among themselves nodding in his direction and at the booth that sat three other teenage boys. Two identical arms waved him over as the group caught sight of him--the towering, towheaded brothers, the Helgenflaat twins, and the devilish (and devilishly handsome) reigning King and quarterback of Centerville's football team, Colin Mathers.
By Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)5 years ago in Horror
Fred's Shed
Fred, my neighbor, has a talent for fixing stuff. Just about anything, from old fridges to iPads. If you’ve got something that’s busted, all you need do bring it along to that big old wooden shed at the back of his plot, Fred will get busy. The results don’t always look how the maker intended, but he’ll get it working again, every time.
By Robert Fael5 years ago in Horror
Grim Fate
The autumn leaves slowly tumbled to the ground in a graceful dance that reminded the man of a dream he had once upon a time. In the dream there were men and women whirling around in ceremonial dress around a child who was lying on the ground, completely silent. Everything was in slow motion, and while it could have been a peaceful scene, there was something wrong about it. It struck the man as more of a warning and less of a dream; almost as if there were clues he was supposed to follow in order to understand the basic nature of the scene playing out before him.
By Nicho Young6 years ago in Horror
THE ONE
Replacing the filter in the coffee pot, I stumbled to the sink and rinsed the pot out before filling it with water. I started it, and pulled a cup out from the cabinet. The cup was lined with rabbit fur, and in my shock, I dropped it on the floor. Instead of the familiar clattering sound and ceramic shards I was expecting, when the cup hit the floor it crawled away.
By Alexandria Maxwell6 years ago in Horror
The Who
I went out camping on the reservation. It was pretty remote since I had no cell service and the nearest place to civilization was about 40 to 50 miles. It was amazing place, bunch of shade from the pines and even a pond. I kinda believe it use to be a lake but years of drought made it shrink. It took a few hours to set up camp so I didn't really do much once it hit the evening. I did manage a good camp fire and I made the best supper, STEAK. Nice juicy and well charred made you wanna slap your mama, haha I'm joking. Anyways the first night was a bit rough since I forgot the mats or a cushion. Around 2 or 3 in the morning, it was pretty weird, I woke up to hear a faint yelling or screaming. I remembered and that there could be cougars that could make that same-ish sounds so I just went back to sleep. I then woke up around 9 or 10 that morning felt refreshed and was getting ready for the day. My goal was to actually find and harvest some wild herbs my tribe use for medicines. And to enjoy time alone from society. I started hiking North of my camp where there was more vegetation. About 5 miles away I then discovered a old broken rusted truck. A old 1950 chevy I believe, was pretty cool but what caught my attention more was that there were weird scratch markings on it. I also think some shotgun holes but I wasn't to sure. Was very interesting it gave me the creeps and had my imagination going. I stopped my hike from there and headed back for camp.
By Bryan Harvey6 years ago in Horror
Epic Failing when you get payback at a Musical
In the Godspeed Prison, there's a column of jail cells where those who have turned humans into a Supernatural being or serial killers are. The worse of them was a nineteen-year-old girl named Pearl Garrett, and she's so bad. They bound her wrists as well as those slim ankles with Silver shackles.
By Rayna Quinns6 years ago in Horror
Dream State Part 5
Chapter 5:Hello My Love. The nurse did not seem very interested in care for the patients within the walls of this grey stone building of insanity, she instructed almost as if she was a barking rabid dog for me to follow her as she led me from my padded cell to a room down the far end of the corridor. The door was closed to the room with bold black letters reading 'Dr. J. Richmond.' The nurse opened the door wide leading me to a chair in front of the desk, were a balding skinny man who seemed to be in his mid sixties sat writing notes. His white shirt seems crumpled like he had been wearing it for days, his eyes looked swollen and sore as though he had worked longer than an 18 hour shift, with no sleep between shifts and this was the doctor I had agreed to help me recover from what seemed to be my ever slipping sanity.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Horror
