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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.

Moonlight Crusade
This is the next novel that I am working on. It's a vampire story set in New York, though later books will go beyond there if I end up writing them. It's very rough at the moment, but follow along and you'll see something good.
By Scott Kinkade6 years ago in Horror
Etching
Her pliant fingers traced the ink-black epitaph on her left forearm; carefully, conscientiously. Hesitantly? After all was said and done (ironically, not much activity on either front—she was consistently paralyzed by characteristic indecision), she was a creature animated by pure hesitation. Her anxiety palpable and daring enough to ambush her ever-frayed nerves and send them dancing. Dancing perhaps too kind and kinetic a concept; her flayed psyche so adjusted to this timeless choreography of stutter-stepping toward the edge of oblivion but always, and this was damn key ladies and gents of the jury, stopping before the fall. The bondage of lethargy, the weight of inertia, prevented her from advancing from what was and towards what could be.
By Charlyn Arellano6 years ago in Horror
I cut open a lemon and it doesn't look right
One of the things I really missed when I moved overseas was the wet market. It’s not just fresh produce: it’s cats sleeping among mounds of vegetables; cartons of eggs under hanging bunches of dried fish; vendors who recognise you by name and sneak in more vegetables than you ask for if they like you.
By Verity Lee6 years ago in Horror
Under The Rug
It's not uncommon for people to go missing in our town. At least one kid leaves or goes missing each month. It's hard to think so many of the people walking down the street have lost someone or had someone leave them. But everyone gets used to it eventually, if they don’t, they just choose to leave as well and start over.
By Kaylee E6 years ago in Horror
Nightmare
The light above cast a sickly light on the cashier ringing up my purchases. His skin had an unhealthy pallor and his eyes were sunken in and ringed in gray. The air felt stuffy and I couldn't wait to get out of there. I could feel eyes on me and had yet to pin them to the source. After handing the sickly cashier my hard earned money, which didn't seem to get me far nowadays, I headed outside.
By Peggy Sommerfield6 years ago in Horror
of Beginnings and Ends
I lay in bed, staring at the white ceiling. I could see smoke billowing outside my window from my periphery. I sigh and closed my eyes. A single dog barking cut through the silence. I opened my eyes and stared again at the ceiling in frustration.
By Khaili6 years ago in Horror
Mama
Mama must be mad at me. Well I’m mad at her too. She never talks to me anymore. Ever since the fire, she lays in bed most of the day. Sometimes she still talks to Janie, but Janie can’t say nothin’, she’s just a baby. I think I’m eight years old but I forgot my birthday and Mama won’t tell me when it is. She just stares at the wall or out the window like she can’t even hear me. It makes me mad a lot. One time I was talking to her but she just looked at me and then she looked away, so I grabbed her quilt and threw it on the floor. Mama screamed, like I scared her and it made me feel like I was bad.
By Khaili6 years ago in Horror
Dark Love
Thunder reverberated through the ancient stone castle rattling pane glass. Tracy couldn't sleep through the racket of the summer storm. Highland tempests were strong and fierce but quickly spent, and the land would explode in color following in the passing storm's path. Pushing back the heavy quilts, she managed to pull herself out of her warm cocoon, heading to the bathroom. A modern convenience Tracy insisted on being built in the 15th-century monstrosity she called home.
By Verona Jones6 years ago in Horror
Closed in and Shut in
As I opened up my eyes, they struggled to focus. I groaned when I tried to sit up and touched the pain my head. I could feel the lump and looked at my hand. I saw the blur of blood and felt the warmth of it on my fingers. As I continued to investigate the liquid coming out of my body, I started to realise that my legs felt cold. I focused down at my feet and saw them shackled to a stone covered floor. I pulled my right ankle, thinking this must be some sort of sick joke from my friends, payback from the prank I pulled, but it didn't budge. I began twisting my foot to a point where I felt like I was ripping it off the bone and started screaming when I couldn't get the release. I pulled again, this time too hard and I groaned in agony, collapsing back on the chilled floor. I could feel my heart racing and my fear starting to kick in. What the hell happened?
By Jamie-Lee Turner6 years ago in Horror
Pagan/Slayer Knowledge
It starts with the djinn, 'cause they're the ultimate forms of the dissonants. There are dissonants and consonants of beings, basically bad or good, respectively.
By Alexandra F6 years ago in Horror
The Solitude
The Solitude Despite the clear sky and bright sun shining its heavenly rays on to the earth below, the morning was very cold and windy. It had rained last night, and a ghostly mist now hovered over the forest like a shroud, slightly obscuring the green grass and leaves on the trees laden with morning dew. Up above, small birds flew across the forest canopy and down below squirrels and chipmunks scurried back and forth across the forest floor, none making enough noise or commotion to ruin the peaceful morning aura. On a dark, lonely road cutting through the forest and bordered by oaks and evergreens, a solitary figure silently walked along, slowly put purposefully, never straying from his fixed course on the smooth asphalt but seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. The solitary figure was an average sized man wearing a brown corduroy jacket, faded blue jeans, heavy brown work boots and a gray wool hat over his dark brown hair, which was messy and unkempt.
By Infinite Sky6 years ago in Horror
Faded Green Dress
It was a perfect spring day—clear blue skies with a slight breeze, carrying whiffs of orange on the tantalizing wind. Tammy stood at the top of the jagged cliff overseeing clear turquoise waves rolling gently across the ocean surface before kissing the cliff’s base below. Every year for the last twenty years on the same spring day the seventh of May, Tammy came back to this spot.
By Verona Jones6 years ago in Horror