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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.
It’s Nothing Personal
“It’s nothing personal — purely a business decision.” Dante Diavolo paused to observe Robert’s reaction. Though mild-mannered, Robert Decker was a big man at six foot three and 240 lbs. “Bob, I do appreciate the many years you have served the company.”
By Don Feazelle6 years ago in Horror
Reap
Death welcomed me. Cold. Expressionless. Dark. Then light overtook the darkness bursting forth around me like a freshly struck match. It was not warm, but blinding and painful. I struggled against it, some part of my mind fought for the darkness, the only tether to the world I had known. That tether snapped and I was pulled into the light and out again.
By SharonSharpe6 years ago in Horror
Tish Chapter 1
Tampa was the city that sat on the bay. The waters were cool to the touch in March. The weather was chilling most mornings and pleasant in the afternoon. Many of my favorite haunts in Miami did not exist in the waterfront city. It became quite hard to find a wonderful Cuban sandwich and coffee. But freshly made sangria was much more available.
By Heather Wilkins6 years ago in Horror
Witch in the Wood
Baying dogs. They're closer than the last time I heard them. Catching up. I don't know how long I can keep going; I can barely breathe. Cries of "Witch!" ring in my head, a pounding rhythm that builds with every panicked step. My dress catches and tears, my hands long ago reduced to a bloody, mangled mess. My feet are probably worse, but I can't stop to think about it; if I don't make it out of the woods I won't survive. I have to keep going.
By Cella Poynter6 years ago in Horror
The Leprechaun of Laurel Grove Cemetery.
One cold January afternoon a friend and I decided to walk through Laurel Grove cemetery in Port Townsend Washington where the intricate beautifully hand-crafted head stones seemed to beckon to us as we drove by. I have always loved old cemeteries for the beauty of the old headstones and the stories they told.
By Amanda Bartling6 years ago in Horror
Happy Bird-day
I slid over a patch of musty papers as I rapidly turned another corner, nearly sending me crashing into the third-story window to my left. I regained my footing without losing much speed, though. And good thing I did, too, because whatever bird-demon-creature was behind me was right on my heels, and I was barely making any headway getting away from him.
By Jonathan VanRy6 years ago in Horror
Batman’s Clock
Coffee. I needed coffee. The irresistible urge to caffeinate, so the power of cognitive thought is regained. That need so strong, you’d step on people, push and shove them out of the way, if it wasn’t for polite society. ‘Vive la revolution’ I say. Don’t get in the way of me and my coffee or there will be trouble. Don’t get in my way or–
By Alex Maher6 years ago in Horror
Unequivocal
I saw the fear take over in his frantic eyes as I violently grabbed the back of his hair, pulling his head backwards abruptly; exposing his jugular. Almost as if I had become entranced, I could see his veins pulsating, my eyes widened with lust as a deceptive and lingering smile crept upon my face. He attempted to raise his hands up, trying his best to push away from me in order to escape my grasp, but he couldn’t. Something in me had shifted… I changed, almost snarling, I repeatedly and brutally stabbed him in his neck with the blade that I held in my other hand, the blood spewing from his wounds, splattering against the walls. I could hear him let out a scream in tremendous agony, as he began to choke on his own blood. The gurgling noises that escaped from his disgusting mouth only increasing and exciting me more, bringing the knife up one last time and striking him; beheading him in the process. The blood splattering my iniquity filled face as I watched his body fall to the floor, hearing his head hit the hardwood. A craze had overcome me, grinning immensely at his lifeless body I heard an intense gasp a few feet away. Looking up intently, I saw Dyrel standing there, white as a ghost at what he had just witnessed. Glancing down at the knife that was dripping blood, he took a step back, as he stumbled from the immense horror and disbelief. Stepping forward, over Rynd’s dead body, starring him down, making my way over to him slowly. Dyrel let out a shriek of terror, for he knew he was next. He ran down the stairs, desperately looking for a place to escape. The fear had taken over as he fell to the floor, quickly trying to get back up he made his way to the front door, pulling on the door handle, only to find out it had been locked. Hysterically struggling to unlock the door in his desperation, he began to see double at the suffocating dismay that had taken over him. But he immediately froze in his tracks when he heard a heavy laugh from directly behind him. Shaking, he slowly turned around, only to be face to face with me. He was withered with fear as our eyes met, he stared into my soulless blue eyes as he tried to mutter the words “Please…. no!”. I only smiled then, as I grabbed him by his throat, pinning him against the front door. Frantically grabbing my hand with both of his, wanting so eagerly for me to let him go. I saw the despair in his green eyes as I shoved the knife into his stomach, pulling upwards towards his diaphragm as his intestines began to fall from his stomach. All the while, the stench of his blood came pouring out, making me grimace in delight. I continued to stare into his eyes in the process, making sure I was the last thing he ever saw, as I slowly watched the life fade from his eyes. Pulling the knife out then and letting go from his neck, he fell to the ground, gazing at his body that laid in a pool of blood. Cocking my head to the side slightly, almost as if I was analyzing him in satisfaction. I let a sigh of contentment escape my lips, while wiping off my blade, and tucking it back into its hinge all the while I continued to smile. Chuckling to myself then, I quietly whispered “And to think, they never saw it coming.”
By Reagan Jensen6 years ago in Horror
