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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 Family Heirloom
My husband and I have lived in this house for a few weeks now. John and I still have boxes littering each room with “Liz”, “John” and “Amy” scribbled haphazardly across them in varying degrees or dried sharpie. Extra boxes linger in corners labelled “Grandma: to keep” and “Grandma: for Mum” etcetera. The box before me is filled with her old books; she has everything from Reading Tealeaves to The Famous Five. I sort through them; The Woman in Black; a nondescript cracked spine; Wuthering Heights; a cookbook on artichoke (of all things)… As I flick through the seemingly random array of novels, cookbooks and strange leather-bound oddities, I can’t help but wonder whether she read them all. In a house in the middle of nowhere; I suppose she did like to read.
By Tarryn Richardson6 years ago in Horror
Aokigahara and Aku-Aoi Manto
It's called the sea of trees, but to everyone else, it's known by another, more sinister name; the Suicide Forest. Officially by the Japanese, the forest below Mt. Fuji, the sea of trees is called Aokigahara, and it's a vast, almost otherworldly place. Filled with thick trees, crowding the earth and causing the air, itself, to become heavy. Many travelers have entered out of curiosity or, as you've probably guessed, to end their own life. Sometimes, there's a ray of hope. Not everyone who goes inside decides to take such a tragic path...sometimes, they decide to return to their family.
By Justine Lybarger6 years ago in Horror
Spooky Stroll & A Story
Greetings! Welcome to your next reading experience. My name is Mystrella, and I'm here to keep you on the right path in these tricky woods. My friends may help, but I wouldn't trust Cat, and keep clear of Spider, unless you want to get caught up in her story web. Now then, If you've gathered your wits, follow me through the trees. Step lightly upon entering the forest landscape. You wouldn't want to disturb anything we'd rather stay asleep.
By Jess Haight6 years ago in Horror
Symbolic Monsters of Legend - Vampires
Horror enthusiasts will always respect vampires and their everlasting presence throughout history. They've spread terror since the origins of Mesopotamian and Jewish folklore and were depicted in so many different ways, their beliefs about them overlapped and spread throughout the world. We commonly know vampire tales to be most prominent in many parts of Europe, but their legend is global and their archetype is littered throughout literature to this day. Let's look into a brief history of the vampire and explore their symbolism. Then, I'll propose another interpretation of vampires.
By Aliciel Alone6 years ago in Horror
Him & Her
Prologue Why as teenagers, do we seem to be more like followers, than individuals? I can't understand it. The moment we hit high school, our singular identities turn into group identity; for example, jocks, cheerleaders, the debate team…you name it. It wouldn't matter if your interests were elsewhere, it wouldn't matter if your parents forced you to follow in their footsteps and it didn't matter what you truly desired deep down…what mattered was how you were perceived by your peers.
By Sydney Pittman6 years ago in Horror
The Unfanged Ones
To whoever finds this, I am going to tell you a story about people like me. You probably don’t want to hear it right now but maybe one day you will be able to look back and know that how my people and I were treated was unjust and barbaric. I don’t know who you are and how far into the future you are reading this. I don’t know if your opinion of my kind differs much from the opinion held by society at the time of writing this. I don’t even know if you will know much about the history of mankind and my kind. To ensure that you have an understanding about why I am writing this and why I am going to do what I am about to do I need to start from the beginning.
By A. N. Merchant 6 years ago in Horror
The Intruder
Making love to my love at the park. It was a nice sunny day, and no one was around. It was perfect for a session of love. It was perfect. The wind was blowing just right keeping the heat at a nice cool level. Suddenly, the whole park started moving as if an earthquake hit. I looked at my love, and she was just calling my name. With a hard stare, she just kept calling my name.
By Bazooka Teaches6 years ago in Horror
