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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.

Don't Answer
Jake glanced at his watch. “Four o’clock, I oughta be in Queens.” He glanced down the tracks as if to see the bright light of the Southbound round the bend. Behind him a pay phone was ringing on the wall.
By Dub Wright6 years ago in Horror
Peripheral
As we grow up we all realise that we aren’t perfect. That our parents don’t have all the answers, sometimes bad things happen to good people and worse things happen to innocent people.
By Stewart Reed6 years ago in Horror
Night Rider
I often drive when it’s dark, not particularly late at night, though during the winter when the days grow shorter. My commute home from work takes me around forty minutes down country roads where I live, in a remote area.
By Earl Grey6 years ago in Horror
Jaded
Sandy lounged on her couch, headset blaring her music and her hands fast at work on her controller. Her online match was going... less than desirable. It was almost as if her teammates were handing the match over to the opposing team.
By Mina Ramey6 years ago in Horror
Unhappily Thereafter
A long time ago, a lumberjack appeared from the woods. He donned a grey and white trapper hat made from the pelts of wolves, and overalls from the same beasts. His axe perfectly balanced on his shoulder, with a handkerchief tied to its shaft, bundled to carry his leftover lunch. He had just finished his cut for the day, and emerged from the forest dirty and exhausted. Yet as tired as he was, he still found time to whistle a tune.
By Lane P.6 years ago in Horror
Monogatari: The Tale of Castra (Part 4)
Castra brings her greatsword over her and swings down, destroying the cobble stones underneath. Garrol dodges to the side with a roll and lunges with his sword. Tilting the greatsword on its axis, Garrol's sword collides with the flat area of the greatsword.
By BoblobV26 years ago in Horror
Welcome Home
Ring. Ring. Ring. “Hello? Donaldson residence?” “Hi, Mommy.” “Who is this?” “You don’t recognize your own daughter?” Delia’s blood instantly ran cold. There was no way it could be her. Mackenzie had been missing for 15 years, gone without a trace.
By Mina Ramey6 years ago in Horror
The Omen
The warm colour of dusty orange filled the sky. Children filled up the playgrounds as the day came to an end. The November wind slapped on my skin as I read Atonement by Ian McEwan. While I read the last few pages, I felt the wind quickly picking up. I looked up at my surroundings and noticed no one was there, I frowned to myself on how the playground was so empty in just a matter of seconds. The wind was now harder and more aggressive, the skies became dark and cloudy, the feeling of safety wasn’t existent, the feeling of unease sent waves through my body. The merry-go-round spun by itself due to the intense wind, the swings were swinging and the leaves remained flying everywhere. That’s when I feel my instincts kick in, I quickly stood up and shoved my book in my school bag and fling it over my shoulder. I began to pick up my pace as I walked away, something didn’t feel right. As I jerked my legs to start running, I felt someone grab my backpack strap behind me, making me stumble and holding me in place—keeping me very still. My breaths became shaky; it was quiet, very quiet. Just the sounds of the strong wind and leaves of nature. I slowly turned my head behind me to see who is there. No one; instantly I felt myself getting thrown across the park, making me fly and plummeting onto the hard, dusty ground.
By shaunah bella6 years ago in Horror
Sample: 'Inhuman Error.' First of the UPD Series, by James Lief and Reed Alexander, 2019
Inhuman Error: Part of a three book series that follows a specialist unit of the FBI called the Unnatural Perpetrators Department. The UPD is charged with hunting down and stopping serial killers of 'unnatural origins.'
By Reed Alexander6 years ago in Horror
Ouija
The words he shouted were not his. His body levitated in the air, head titled up to the dark sky as he screamed in Korean. The four of us standing below him, eyes full of tears, so confused.
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Horror
Hair of the Dog (Finale)
Trudy Bigg had a walk-in freezer. We had a dead werewolf in need of preservation. We rolled into the empty parking lot at MeeMaw’s with Maudie’s lolling carcass in the Jeep, wrapped in its borrowed tarp. The bar wasn’t open yet, but we could see Trudy lounging on the porch swing of the little cottage she kept on the hillside behind it, sipping coffee. I strolled to the foot of her concrete stairs, leaving Nick to guard our precious cargo.
By Liz Zimmers6 years ago in Horror
Hair of the Dog (Pt. 6)
She rose out of the darkness of the laurels and made her way to the foot of the steps, fast and lithe, her bare feet silent. Her nakedness was terrible, her body lean and ropy with muscle, her limbs long and built for swiftness. Age had touched her little, and she rolled her powerful shoulders in something like ecstasy under the caress of the murky moonlight. She looked up at me with her leafshadow eyes, and the cognac rings around her irises burned golden.
By Liz Zimmers6 years ago in Horror