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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.
Hitchhiker
Zeke Daniels let the cool breeze from the open window blow through his hair as he drove along the empty Nebraskan highway. He felt completely and utterly alone, in the good way. He fiddled with the radio until he found a clear enough station. Hurt by Johnny Cash played through the old radio piercing the quiet in the old Chevy pickup truck. Zeke had turned thirty last week, but he felt older. His hands were calloused and weathered from a lifetime of work. His father had been dead for a long time, and he hadn’t seen his mother since he had run away at 16 years old. He didn’t often smile, but in times like this when he was alone on the road just him and a good song he struck a grin. Zeke had had a good weekend. He felt in the mood for smiling.
By Shannon Devine6 years ago in Horror
Skin
I can’t touch the silver bell anymore. Every time my fingers touch it, it feels charged. There’s an energy that runs through it, and when my hands hold it, there’s almost like a shock that runs up through my arms. Sometimes I will pick it up and see how long I can hold it, before having to drop it from discomfort. Now it sits in front of me on the table, it’s once shiny silver body now tarnished from lack of cleaning. I used to rub it, before the thrum in my fingertips became too strong. I’m not able to clean it anymore.
By Bri Tomlin6 years ago in Horror
The Thief's Gambit
Garren swung his rope and hook high and laughed as the hook found purchase in the stone below the sorceress’ tower window. Dalmar, Master of the Thieves Guild in Valter, assured him that Shara, the sorceress and advisor to the king, would be gone. That meant her treasure would be his. At least some of it as the guild insisted on their split being the larger cut.
By Matthew Angelo6 years ago in Horror
A Christ Dream
A Christ Dreamers *() means my thoughts April, 25 2020 My family and I were preparing for an event at my old barn house that we used to live in. At every family event, all the housewives and daughters would come and help cook and set up for the event. (They can survive without me) I had removed myself from helping the ladies to go watch, and play with the kids. It was getting darker outside and I had decided it was time to take all the kids inside. I wonder why hasn’t Kalena, Chelsea, and Jasmine arrived yet? Just as I was gathering the kids to go inside, I heard cars approaching my house. Kalena’s family and herself appeared, and so did Chelsea and her family. I ran to them, hugged them, and said, “Thank you, girls, that you guys can make it!”
By Angela Yeng Lai6 years ago in Horror
Living With A Murderer
There was a house in the middle of the woods. The trees would rustle in the wind, as it howled with the wolves standing on the edge of the cliff. Crickets chirped battling with the howling. Lots of trees were cut down so the mansion could be built and so the land could be used by the twins. The twins lived in the house, their father lived there too but he was barely home due to all of the business trips. He was always traveling and so the twins would always have to fend for themselves.
By flowergirl0016 years ago in Horror
