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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.
A Light Chuckle from the Grim Reaper
It’s the end! They are here! They are coming! Everyone stay tuned for more news from your TV set, your radio, listen for city sirens, anything! They have been spotted right above our atmosphere, the newscaster reported frantically and the television kept blaring in the living room. Juan had his eyes glued to the screen.
By Bazooka Teaches6 years ago in Horror
The London Vampire
I avoided moving from my childhood home and friends but it was for my dad's business so there wasn't an away i could make him stop or change his mind. Even if i had one more year of high school, he wanted to move now and not later. "i am going to miss this room" I thought, standing in the doorway holding my plant with some books in hand "come on sweety, its time to head out" mom calls out from the front door. I took one more look of the now empty room "coming mom" i shout closing the door and head out mom.
By Nikki Strickland6 years ago in Horror
The Yellow Jacket
I fell asleep last night, as one normally does, gently and without knowing when the waking hours were replaced with a time of rest, but there was something that brought wonder to my mind upon waking from my slumber. I couldn’t say is was a dream, for we don’t recall much of what we experienced when we have such things, but I could remember anything and everything that occurred whilst sleep took my body for a time, forgetting what my reality consisted of.
By Andrew Uncles6 years ago in Horror
Fifty Steps
The candles flicker in the street lamps above the girl. She looks around the empty street as she wraps her shawl around her tightly. It feels colder than it should be for this time of year. It’s barely even fall and she feels severely under dressed for the weather.
By Micah James6 years ago in Horror
THE EXTRAORDINARY CASE OF MEERA KUMAR
THE EXTRAORDINARY CASE OF MEERA KUMAR It had been drizzling all day long and poor little Ria was done playing with her dolls. With no playmate to give her company and deprive her of solitude, she fetched Maria. Maria was the cleaning lady of the Chatterjee household and had sparkling reputation of managing children. She had been watching over Ria since her toddler days and told her stories of Ghosts and Goblins which she absolutely adored. Ria found her in the kitchen washing dishes.
By Shoham Banerjee6 years ago in Horror
Graceful Creatures
Everyone has a vicious side, everyone at one point has seen red because there is this mean streak in us all. Even the family dog will snap at the hand that feeds them if left forgotten and hungry for too long. We all have a breaking point, all of us. Anger is the only emotion that most of the time isn't forgiven easily or at all. You can burn bridges with your tongue if you are not careful and demonstrating physical harm during times of anger can cause moral suicide to your character. We are taught to suppress this emotion but the more you swallow your toxic words and hold back your physical actions they tend to start to seep through during moments that they shouldn't. Screaming at the television during a politicians speech who has opposing views, tossing your middle finger up in traffic at the person who cut you off, snapping at the poor cashier at the grocery store, or throwing your cellphone across the room after a heated argument. These moments are the gateway moments that lead up to the regurgitation of all that anger you've been swallowing. Quite frankly, I don't feel like swallowing my rage much longer. There is nothing more overrated than happiness, but I'll happily strike a match to burn some bridges. I think I can manage finding comfort in the chaos, especially when I am the chaos.
By Nicholas Barber6 years ago in Horror
The Warning
It’s a cold, dreary night. The stars are veiled by thick rain clouds, promising to burst at any moment. Angelica doesn’t seem to mind as she goes out for her daily late night walk. She breathes in the cold air, immediately feeling refreshed. She loves nights like these because they’re calmer. The streets that are usually bustling with activity are quiet enough that she can hear her own feet hitting the pavement.
By Sara Rupert6 years ago in Horror
A Deep Sleep
I could see nothing. Had I gone blind? There wasn’t a light in sight and I couldn’t even see myself, despite having a clear understanding that I was there, existing. I look down and my whole body was...missing. It was as if reality itself was malfunctioning and the whole screen of life shut down, power off. Then, I heard a frail, soft voice....
By Emily Carroll6 years ago in Horror
Don't Panic
Sean There she is, as beautiful as ever but not quite…present? I don’t know. I have been worried that she’s been taking drugs or something but that is so not like her. I shoot a two fingered salute and wink in her direction which normally makes her smile. This time, I’m met with an expression that I can’t quite recognise and a sideways glance as she makes her way over to me. She slithers her way around the crowd as if tying to make herself blend into the walls.
By A. N. Merchant 6 years ago in Horror
The Art in Death
I looked from my ragged boss Simon to the blonde twit he just introduced me to as Adele Pennington. She wasn’t much younger than I; about 22, skinny with blue eyes. She smiled brightly and stretched out her hand. I shook it forcefully. Her smile faded as I gave her a piercing look.
By Amanda Lyons6 years ago in Horror
