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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.
Drunk in a Barrel
Chapter 1 It was 12am on a Tuesday, I had just ran out of whiskey at the house, all I had left were three 16oz beers, it was not enough for me to get a buzz. So I made my way to the closest bar on foot before 2am, I took a Twain book and wanted to just read, smoke some cigarettes, and catch that good o’l sweet buzz I was sweating for. It was only maybe a mile away that I had to walk and on the way there I sipped on one of the beers I had, to I got there.
By Charles Wood6 years ago in Horror
Is There a 12-Step Program For Horror Addicts?
I was nine when I was bitten by the bug. The year was 1973. My dad was driving my mom, two brothers and me to a cousin’s house. It was nearly midnight in Denver, and braving the weather back to nearby Aurora was a tremulous consideration at best. The snow was too thick and piling quickly. The streets were icy, the drive white-knuckle. Thankfully, my cousin was still awake.
By Joel Eisenberg6 years ago in Horror
Family Portrait
Family Portrait By Amanda Orive. Falling. Falling without gravity. Darkness and suffocation. That was what she had known, until she landed. Lies! So many smiles, trapped in two dimensions. All of her became solidified in a moment, growing and shrinking at once; the pain was rupturing. As her face smacked on the oak floor she felt, suddenly, more than she ever had. In that moment, she realized that she had never felt anything prior.
By Amanda Panda6 years ago in Horror
Stuck in Between
They say everyone prays before they die. Although, I never got the chance to, my last breath was taken from me before I knew what was even happening. I had been sick for the first weeks of snowfall. Days would go by and I wouldn’t wake up. All the days seemed to collide together during these dark times. I was getting thin, too thin to be healthy anymore. I could see my rib cage bones; they were sticking out farther than they usually would or even should. A week had gone by and my family had only seen me awake, maybe three times.
By Jacquilyn Talavera6 years ago in Horror
The Doll Maker
In Finn Brooke the sky was always blue and the sun was always shining. A light breeze would blow through the town about midday, cooling the faces of the 325 people who lived there. The word ‘small’ didn’t even come close to describing this town or the people in it. In reality, everyone here was big, and if you tried hard enough you could even touch the sky.
By Haley Benson 6 years ago in Horror
