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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 Laughing Man
I yank my earbuds out of my ears in horror. The laughing, the soul-shattering laughing. “What?!!? It’s following me.” Andy is looking at me, concern all over his face, “You ok, Max? You just turned white as a sheet.” I am holding the earbuds in my hand with my mouth half open. I hand him the earbuds, “put these in” I say. Andy puts the earbuds in his ears and just looks at me. “What? I don’t get it” He says sheepishly. I am stunned. I cannot believe he can’t hear the laughing. I say nothing and grab my earbuds back before falling asleep on our way to New Hampshire. We arrive at our destination. It’s a bit cold here, but it’s only for a night. We are staying at Patty’s friend Derek’s house. It’s a huge cabin in the middle of nowhere. The inside of the cabin is beautiful. As you walk through the front door the smell of sage hits you in the face. The entrance opens into a kitchen where everything looks like it’s out of a Harry Potter movie. Different spices are hung up around the kitchen and mason jars are lined up against the back of the countertops labeled with various spices I’ve never heard of. As we pass through the kitchen into the living room, which looks like an antique shop, I place my hands in my pockets just in case I get the urge to touch anything. Derek stops us right before we get into the next room and hands out blankets, pillows, and some crystals. He hands Patty her the items and points her down the hall to her room, next he gets to Andy and I and asks if we are together, I turn five different shades of red and say, “no just friends.” Derek then gives a half smile and says to Elliot, “would you mind sharing a room with Andy? You guys would be staying in the spare bedroom down in the basement.” Andy is so easy going, he says nothing, and Elliot agrees to the accommodations. They grab their things and follow Derek down to the basement.
By Amanda DeGrasse6 years ago in Horror
A Passive Aggressive Ghost Story
Noise Complaint Dear Mrs. Wormwood, This is a letter to inform you that I've heard your complaints. I will endeavor to keep little Eliza from creaking in the hallways late at night, but for goodness sake, please remove the garlic from your doorway.
By Toni Tails6 years ago in Horror
Cold
Winter has definitely come around. I’m freezing! The view of the snow falling from the sky takes my mind off of it. Only for a short moment tho. Swoosh! My heart starts racing as I check my surroundings. My mind is going a million miles an hour. What was that? Crack! I gasp, turning to the direction of the sound. I should have stayed at home instead of coming out today. If only I would've just stayed at home and stop listening to my friends. I could've avoided this sticky situation and not been in the freezing cold. I reach into my pocket for my phone. Thank God, I actually have it. Only one bar but it will have to do. I tell myself as I go to dial my mother's number. I can barely see the numbers so I have hope that I dial right. I start to hear growling sounds in the distance. It sounds like it’s getting closer. I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest any minute now. I can’t stop now though. I have to keep going. If I stop for even a second I may freeze to death. That noise keeps getting closer though. I hear running coming towards me. What do I do? It sounds like it’s way too fast for me to try to hide.
By Andrew Walters6 years ago in Horror
Fallen Society
The streets, once glowing with life and nearly brimming with people using all methods of transportation, stood empty. The dust and sand typically kicked up by the activity lay still for the first time in years. Stray papers skidded across the ground with the slightest breeze. They had been long abandoned. The once white paper yellowed and creased with age. The edges held small tears, loose fibers balled up and clinging futilely to the rest of the pages.
By Arin Blackheart6 years ago in Horror
Anne
Joanie lived in a village in the middle of nowhere. It was the sort of village where everyone knew everyone and everyone's business. When she was 11 she was given a watch and a chunky secondhand Nokia with a pay-as-you-go sim. This was the beginning of Joanie's independence. Since Joanie was going to secondary school in the next village over, her mum felt it was important to have a way to contact home if there were any school bus problems and Joanie would need a lift. It was also safer, Joanie's mum said if she wanted to meet a friend after school.
By Tarryn Richardson6 years ago in Horror
The Hunt
I froze; my feet became glued to the frost covered ground. My chest tightened in fear and anxiety. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears; my pulse could be felt in my fingertips. The sound of my blood rushing in my ears drowned out every other sound. It was so loud I could hear nothing else.
By Purrie Graham6 years ago in Horror
Migraines
For as long as I can remember I have had migraines. I wish they were just the sensitive to light and smell kind of migraines; you pop an Excedrin and get on with your life. No, I get the completely debilitating ones. They come with a fever, nausea, and little shadows out of the corners of my eyes.
By Purrie Graham6 years ago in Horror
Dream State Part 4
Dream State Chapter 4: Awaken My Senses. My eyes once again open as I observe that I'm in a room that seems much more lighter than the one from the night before, the dark walls of this room seem to be made up of a black and crimson patterned wallpaper.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Horror
