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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 Second Coming
The end of the world didn't happen the way people were saying it would. It may come as a surprise to you, but the end wasn't fiery. It wasn't hurricanes, tsunamis or tidal waves destroying whole countries. It wasn't a volcano erupting and burning cities to ash, vaporizing everyone within reach. The governments - which were always corrupt - aren't even trying to hide it anymore. People are more or less slaves to the system, like we always have been but it's been worse the last couple of years.
By Winter Wind6 years ago in Horror
Mrs Abernathy
Edith Abernathy was stood on her lawn enjoying the early morning sunshine bathing her face and happily feeding the birds in her front garden. If you were passing by at first glance you wouldn’t see or consider anything wrong with this, an elderly old lady scattering seeds and bread for the local wildlife, apart from perhaps the number and variety of birds that she was feeding. Wrens, robins, blackbirds, doves, pigeons, all flocking to her lawn. Just her lawn. If you were a tad more observant you would notice that some of her neighbours had bird feeders and tables in their gardens too. Redundant, untouched ones.
By Ian Lawton6 years ago in Horror
My ex lover
The autumn air was crisp, much like the pain he felt from his darling wife earlier that day when she slapped him across the face. He hadn’t meant to upset her, it was just that she shouldn't have come home so early. That wasn’t the plan. The plan was for her to come home on Thursday. It was only Tuesday. That's what happens when you mess with the plan. Things go bad quickly. I still remember the shocked look upon her face, when she walked in on me and her father. She knew I was always fond of him, I guess she just didn’t realize how much. I didn’t want her to find out of course, but I couldn't hold in my desire any longer. It was killing me. How could I spend the rest of my days married to his daughter, and never be able to feel his touch on my skin, never be able to kiss his tender lips, never be able to feel him inside me, exploding with pleasure. Damn her mother. If only she hadn’t gotten sick. You know, it’s always got to be about her doesn’t it? She always has to have her way, no matter what the circumstances are. She never liked me, she never cared about me the way that he did, my most dearest Laurence.
By Heather Grosse6 years ago in Horror
Doll Village
Months went by as the mother’s stomach grew. She rubbed and loved her blooming body and seldom thought of the dark night with the spirit. The day that Jiguang was born the sun shone bright. Her mother is a strong woman, so her labor was quick and filled with joyful tears.
By Alexsandra Barentine6 years ago in Horror
Jump the Gun
He had just come out of a movie that evening as he was dusting his derby black hat. Someone had thrown popcorn during the movie and some got on his black beauty. It had infuriated him so much. He actually innately heard the popped corn land on his hat while there was a giant explosion happening in the storyline of the movie. The hat was preciously laying next to him on an empty seat. He had turned to see who the culprit was, but they all looked like they were full of menace. He wanted revenge on an impossible suspect to be found.
By Bazooka Teaches6 years ago in Horror
The invitation
Stan didn’t remember getting the invitation, which was strange, because the yellowing piece of paper was what he had restlessly been playing with on his way to the party. Where exactly? His body seemed to know, so he just let his feet take him, through alleyways and subways, and down staircases. He folded the invitation this way and that, between fingers which rarely kept still. Strong knuckles on clean hands. Neither could be said for his conscience or character. Stan had not lived a kind life. He liked to look out for himself, above all else. The invitation was pleasingly tactile to the touch, though he couldn’t place why. A slight shine, and a strangely soft feel to the paper. At least, he assumed it was paper. How could it be anything else?
By Karen Cave6 years ago in Horror
