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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.
Willow Wood
He closed the car door harder than expected. Then he just stared at his reflection in the shine of the black Cadillac. The lamp of the parking lot provided ample glow for him to make out the contours of the wrinkles just below his sullen eyes, bloodshot and sunken. His hair was ruffled enough to appear a disorganized organization of dark brown threads, curly and not unpleasant. He hated the sight of it, though. Always. There was no assortment that brought him satisfaction, so he had committed himself to giving them their own leeway. There was a speck of something on the end of his nimble nose. He flicked it away and then turned toward the diner.
By Christian Wright6 years ago in Horror
Wear the Sunglasses
“How do I look?” He turned around with a silly smile on his face. He looked sharp, with common sneakers, jeans, and a polo shirt covering his frame. His hair had just been cut, and it tucked above his ears neatly. She told him he looked presentable, and that they would believe him. She asked him, in turn, to check her outfit. She twirled, and the knee-length dress billowed above the bobby socks sticking out from black buckled shoes. Her hair was in pig tails, pinned just like the pictures. It was essential that they looked just like the human images on the page. They both felt presentable. They both felt they would be believed out there. They were excited that they had been chosen for this important job.
By Rebecca Mayglothling6 years ago in Horror
My Condolences
Chapter 1 - One Life Ends, Another Struggles Jareth didn't think the day would come, not this soon at least. The young man was pale, and thinner than usual as he gazed at himself in the mirror. The goth had pulled his raven hair back into a bun, having cleanly shaved the sides of his head. Dressed in almost all black with his dress pants, boots, and a thick pea-coat with a crisp grey button down shirt underneath - he found himself on autopilot as he descended the stairs of his home. Jareth grabbed his dark umbrella and made it out quickly to his old hearse looking impala before he could get soaked by the rain.
By Allystra Boudreau6 years ago in Horror
Imaginary Fiend
Dearest Diary, My name is Lily Powell. It’s time I told my story in the hopes that when my dead body is found, someone will finally believe me. No one has ever believed me before… and maybe I’m a little optimistic that my death will prove I’m not crazy, but it’s the only thing keeping my hands from trembling as I set out to tell you what my life has been like.
By Hales Hellion6 years ago in Horror
