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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.
Murders at Bear Lake
CHAPTER 3 Chief Tom Drake is a little on the chunky side and balding, but he is a fair man with a heart of gold, as the town folk would say. Chief Drake could be firm when he had to be in order to keep law and order in his town, especially if someone broke the law. He was born and raised in Willow’s Ridge, which happens to be a rather small town where everybody knows everybody. He became Sheriff when he was twenty-four years old, but at the age of thirty-five, he became Chief. He has never seen such a mess as this in his whole time of being in law enforcement. Crimes like this just don’t happen in this town. You might have an occasional loud party thrown by the local teenagers, or a small fight between two rowdy boys, but never such a crime as murder.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
Murders at Bear Lake
Chapter 2 As he walked through town, he passed one of the clothing outlet stores. The little old ladies were shopping from the outside and spreading gossip about everything and everybody. As he passed by, he couldn’t help but hear that he became the number one topic for the moment.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
The Tattoo (Ep. 5, Pt. 2)
After a few pick pockets along the way, Cade saw a tattoo shop on the corner. “Hmm, Doctor Kevin’s Tattoo. Oh yeah,” Cade said, as he walked inside. He saw all kinds of different art work on the walls, and an art book laying on the counter. As Cade flipped through the book, buzzing could be heard coming from the back. The buzzing stopped, and Cade looked up and saw a man wearing a green t-shirt with a frisbee disk on the front, jean shorts, and gloves, come through the strings of red beads that hung up in a small doorway.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
The Tattoo (Ep. 5, Pt. 1)
For Cade T. the thoughts of being rich and having everything his heart and greed desires is on his mind, rolling around most of the time. He spends most his time stealing from old people and buying lottery tickets. It was Friday, and time to see what his lucky stars held for him, so Cade heads for the local Gas Mart to buy some tickets.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
The Elevator (Ep. 4, Pt. 1)
The dreaded elevator… most people’s fear. The fear of falling to a horrible death from heights unknown; at least that is what Ella Grey, a sweet 87-year-old lady thought of when looking up towards the top of the apartment building where her grandkids lived. While gripping her walking cane in one hand, and her big purse in the other, “Well, it is now or never,” she said to herself as she started walking toward the man who was well dressed and wore a colorful hat. He was indeed the doorman but to Ella, she thought of him as a very tall, well-trained monkey.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
Murders at Bear Lake
Chapter 1 The moon was shining bright on this mid-October night. The air was crisp and cool, while a soft wind whistled through the trees with a sound that could send chills up your spine. Everything had a shadow that night. An owl hooted into the night calling for its mate, and small animals scurried through bushes and leaves to find a hiding spot. Crickets had gone silent, because they were not alone; something else was in the woods as well. There was a shadow that stood within the trees. As the moon shone through the trees, something shiny could be seen. It was a knife with a reddish tint to the blade. As it dripped, it left a small puddle of blood around the leaves on the ground. Suddenly, the shadow was gone, and all was calm for the time being.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
Sara's Comeback
Sara held onto Johnny as they rounded the curves up in the mountains. The trees were beautiful, and the air smelled fresh and clean. As they rounded a sharp curve, a car came from the opposite direction, and crossed the yellow line into their lane. Johnny tried to swerve out of the way, but there was nowhere to go. Sara screamed, “NOOO!!” as she tried to hang on, as the motorcycle hit the shoulder of the road. The tire bounced up, and Johnny lost control. As the motorcycle went off the road, Sara was thrown off, and she could hear Johnny yell out, “SARA!! right before the motorcycle rolled down the steep hill with a thundering sound of twisting metal, a loud crash, then nothing. Sara tried to move, but the pain was so intense that she blacked out.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
Sara's Comeback
Sara Smith was a senior, and the cheerleading captain of her high school squad, the Lady Dragons. As she stood at her locker, the guy of her dreams walked past, nodded his head and smiles. She felt her heart skip a beat and her legs went weak. As she watched Johnny walk away, things around her slowed down to almost a standstill. Everybody moved slow and talked slow. At that time, it was like a dream or something, but she could see and hear Johnny asking her, “Would you like to go out?” and her reply of, “Yes.” Just then, she got bumped kind of hard, and she snapped out of her dream-like trance.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
Shadows in the Glade
The sun began to rise and melt away the mist that hung over the pine needle covered ground. The growing light slowly brought life to the forest and illuminated the lone soul laying there, next to a smoldering fire. He slowly woke, rubbing life back into his cold stiff muscles. With fists to his eyes he slowly stood up and began to look around. Nothing looked familiar, he was lost. He cursed his blood lust and his foolish pursuit of his fleeing enemy. When he had led his band of Osage warriors against the Missouri, it was his men that broke the stalemate and chased them back across the Great River and further north into his enemies territory. Now, here he was, in the land of his enemy, lost and alone, with only his flint knife for protection.
By Eddie Loud6 years ago in Horror
The Moon
It is so far away from me. I stare up at the beauty of the moon and feel the chill ruffle my fur. I walk closer to the edge of the cliff, pieces of ground crumbling down the rock wall. The ledge is steady, yet the dirt still stirs as I move about. The grass is damp, it folds easily under my paws. My pack. I haven't seen or heard from them in two moon cycles. We had come across a camp of humans, and all the chaos, we became separated. I feel alone all the time now.
By Aurelie M Jones6 years ago in Horror
Amongst the Shadows
The world I knew is gone, lost to a darkness that I've seen parodied my whole life. Books were written speculating the fall of man and the fight for survival that would precede it, but these tales of fiction were always shelved under fiction or turned into big-budget gore-fests. There were no grounds to take them seriously; no science to pose them as probable.
By Mark LoProto6 years ago in Horror
