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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 Lights In The Swamp
England 1876 Day 1 North of Suffolk the trees grow tall and densely, reaching up to the empty sky. Their leafless branches calling out to the black abyss, they contort and twist fascinatingly, almost unnaturally so. The flat marshes and wetlands sprawling across the sour land like a virus, the thick, murky water seeping into every cold crack. A dangerous place for the imagination would be alone in that ancient forest. A place so solitary and austere, only the most depraved and desperate would seek to find solace in its rotted wood.
By Maximillian Kennedy6 years ago in Horror
Creatures of Embyria
Creatures of Embyria Kaylyn lay awake, staring out the window of the makeshift hospital room, overlooking the peaceful sleeping city of Embyra. The moon was full tonight, it illuminated far into the distance. She could make out the Watchmen walking the ramparts and the faint glow of fire from the war waging just beyond the city walls. Running her hand across the bandages around her head feeling for the wound underneath, she thought of her friends and comrades still out there fighting and longed to join them again. She prayed for their safety and that they would survive the night. She sat in a room with three other wounded soldiers. They were survivors of the most recent battle against the Shathi Tribesmen. In the bed opposite her slept Joven, a small wiry man from the South lands. He sustained major slash wounds across his chest and arms. Kaylyn remembered being awoken by his pleading with medics that he could still fight as they were being carted away from the battlefield to the relative safety Embyra. There was also Kade, a man Kaylyn didn't know beyond that he'd worked logistics and somehow suffered a leg injury. Finally, there was Bando, who was large thickly muscled and stood a head taller than any other man she'd ever seen. He was renowned as one of the fiercest warriors in the Embyrian army, a veteran of dozens of battles. Naturally she was surprised to find him among the injured.
By Brennan Johnston6 years ago in Horror
Water Bottle
I entered the classroom a little bored. Today we were revising a few things in order to prepare for the final exam and, even though I was a little worried about my recent productivity, I simply didn’t feel like listening to the teacher. She was really intelligent and I usually liked her lectures, but today, I just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep. I want to clarify I was not depressed, I was just not in the mood.
By Kether Diaz6 years ago in Horror
The Sound Beneath The Floor
Start writing...Abigail sat on the couch, her comfy spot. Her husband, Derrick, sitting across from her, in the ugly green chair. She hated that thing, but Derrick had wanted to keep it, saying it was his and nobody else would want it.
By Tammi Brownlee6 years ago in Horror
The man in red
He came to our town, wrapped in red cloth and smelling of lavender. Atop a black horse he rode in, met with suspicious glares and cold shoulders. The man in red entered that, now, empty town which once prospered in the valley, below a steep cliff face, towering over our small homestead. I can see it now with my waking eyes, the man in red and the nightmare he hosted atop the mountain.
By Maximillian Kennedy6 years ago in Horror
Reap
I turned my attention from the crowds to my brother. Just like all the others his eyes were awash with excitement as he too in the stands and crowds of dancers. He plucked two sticks of some grilled meat from a vendor with a smile and handed one over to me. I bit into it hesitantly, shocked by how flavorful the first bite was. I devoured it quickly, which brought laughter spilling from my brother’s lips. Being dead was not what I had expected or theorized. Everyone seemed so happy, unhindered by the reality that they all were dead. The anger that I felt earlier when I tried to hold onto those shreds of darkness and my worldly life flared through my body again. I gripped hard on the stick I was still holding in my hand, snapping it in half. Nobody seemed to notice or if they did they were just as unbothered by my anger as their current predicament. Even Shaun walked ahead of me, his step light as he led me out of the festival area and down a much quieter side street.
By SharonSharpe6 years ago in Horror
Vampire: The New Beginning
It was a Saturday morning, early going on 9:00 a.m. The light filled the room where me and Sidney lauded. I could hear the birds chirp and the breeze made the trees rustle against the window. It's really peaceful and quiet in the country not a lot of people live here so you can take your time to admire the beauty of the flowers and the fresh smell of the grass. I loved the way it smelled around here. It made my nose tingle. I always....wait..wait.WHAT!!!!! How the hell can I still smell and hear when I'm dead? I thought when you die you DIE that's it. I'm laying here admiring the smells like a little homeless lady. This can't be real. There must be something or someone playing a prank on me. But the more I think about it the more absurd it sounds, I mean really someone playing a prank in the afterlife, stupid really.
By Trey Richardson6 years ago in Horror
