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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 Hunted
A big blur moves among the trees. Blair runs through the woods with her dirty blonde hair swooshing around her as she repeatedly moves her head around her surroundings in a fast motion.
By Angelarose Shortt7 years ago in Horror
The Wake
He had no idea why he said what he said. The words just sort of tumbled out before he could stop them. And there he stood, staring into amber eyes that were now brimming with tears. Eyes that so formerly had been filled with grief, which were now sparking with anger and shock. Shock that he, too, felt course through him, sharp as a lightning bolt in an open field.
By Preston Dildine7 years ago in Horror
The Echo
Synopsis: When Ella Miller wakes up, she doesn't remember a single thing about her life. She doesn't remember her name or first love, but worst of all, she doesn't remember anything about The Echo, one of the most notorious drug lords in history.
By Kathryn Parker7 years ago in Horror
The Boy
Who knew death could be so cold and warm at the same time. The blood that soaked his uniform was warm, but losing blood kept me chilled. They were dying, if not already dead. At least his death would not be in vain. But was it truly the end?
By Alvin Ellis7 years ago in Horror
Murder at Hillcrest
The guests finally arrive at the manor for dinner. It is a cold and frosty night, the windows are frozen shut and the wind rattles the shutters. One after the next, the guests enter the manor and congregate in the dining room.
By Elijah Taylor7 years ago in Horror
Kaleb and the Wolf
As Kaleb sat in the office with his sisters, cousin, and niece, all red-eyed and somber, he reminded himself that this day would come eventually. None of the family thought the end would be this way though. A drunk driver, really? Each of the “kids” vowed to each other never to drink and drive again, no matter how many they have had. Their beloved Uncle or Daddy, Jay, was gone.
By Katie Larsen7 years ago in Horror
Walking Down the Crossroads
I look at the sides of this path and see many sand dunes. Now I was in the desert... somehow. I keep walking down the path, and every so often I see a body or two laying there in the sand. Sometimes a scorpion crawls on them. Eventually I come to a sign and it says, "Love thy neighbor." Oddly enough, I haven't seen anyone else on the path. Okay, I should say that I haven't seen anyone alive on the path, but whatever. What are you gonna do? Sue me? Ha! Good luck with that.
By Michael Onstott7 years ago in Horror
The Curse of Rebecca Walker
Rebecca Walker became submerged in water with a lid over her. No one helped her. She woke up on the first day of summer vacation. Like most teenagers her age, she was ready to cause havoc around town with her besties until school started again. It's too bad that her parents didn't see her as quite the teenager she thought she was. Her mom and dad walked in her room to remind her to pack for summer camp. Either Rebecca completely forgot about that or her parents just didn't tell her that she was enrolled in summer camp. She had no plans of going to that lame summer camp while her friends would be nowhere in sight. Rebecca was 15 years old and her birthday was coming up in July. Her parents explained to her that the camp was a two month program that began on the 19th of June.
By Marcus Anderson7 years ago in Horror
The Witches
I came from a small town down south, my parents got divorced and my mother wanted to move back to her hometown. I was given the choice to either stay with my aunt or move across the country with my mother. I wanted change myself, so I packed my stuff and went with my mom to upstate New York. My mother told me that she bought a house with a huge backyard and my room had its own bathroom. I was more than excited to start my new life, I was going to be a junior in high school, high school for me in my own town was hell. I was made fun of because I looked like boy. I had a buzz cut, flat chest, and weighed maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. I a lesbian and nobody wanted anything to do with me. I was called names like freak, fag, monster, and my absolute favorite chick that wants a dick. I hated the kids in my school, they tormented me. I was beaten up by boys, had my pants pulled down to see “what I was.”
By Amanda DeGrasse7 years ago in Horror
Can't Sleep
I don't know what it is... but I can't sleep. Let me explain. I've been living alone for awhile, but I haven't felt alone. My house is in a strange part of town, further from civilization than I'd like to be, but I can't afford anything better right now, and I can't make more money because there is no such thing as getting sleep. Not for weeks. I just don't know what it is.
By Ryan Moretti7 years ago in Horror
Chapter 1
This story contains graphic scenes of violence, cursing, blood, murder, and zombie attacks. Not for the faint of heart! Also, the story will be giving some (emphasis on "some") details and tips on survival—in fact, I will be leaving some tips and rules at the end of each chapter. Maybe one or two but it depends.
By Ember Joy7 years ago in Horror
Demon Mother
It was unusually bright on the balcony that night, despite the lights from the other apartments shining through the windows. I was leaned up against the railing on the opposite side of where my apartment was placed, and for some reason I was alone. There was no sound. Not even the chirping of crickets, that would sing their song late at night, could be heard. All I could hear was the air, a strange sound, hard to describe to someone if they've never heard it before. The night was completely still, and I just seemed to be the only life around me—for what seemed like forever, I was stuck. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on moving away from the balcony, but it seemed that all my efforts were futile. My eyes shot open at the noise of a door creaking. My front door apartment was slowly opening and I could see the white static on a TV screen in the front room. Suddenly, my heart started pounding and I could hear my blood pulsing through my ears. My hands became sweaty as the sound of the white static from the TV began to get louder and louder with each passing second, and my breathing seemed to be getting more constricted. Something moved at the corner of my eye and I was finally able to turn my head away from the haunting scene of my apartment. However, what my eyes landed on next was nothing better. It was my mother, except she was different. Her back arched almost like a cat's, her fingers were long and pointy, and blood dripped off of them, as well her teeth. Her teeth. They weren't regular teeth. Instead, she had fangs replicating a vampire's mouth. She smiled at me. A sinister laugh came out of her mouth as she threw her head back. She stepped closer to me and all I wanted to do was run away. I had never been more terrified of my own mother in my entire life. My feet wouldn't move from that spot and instead, I fell to the ground. The laugh got closer and closer. I was almost afraid to look up from the ground. My mother's legs were right in front of me. A loud piercing scream filled the air as my mother jumped on me and attacked me. I tried screaming for help, but my voice was gone. And when I opened my mouth, it seemed I couldn't even find air to breathe. Somehow, I had managed to push the demonic version of my mother off of me and get away from the apartment building, running down the stairs. I heard a low growling as my mother chased me—but the closer she got, the slower my body was able to move. I looked around, wanting, hoping to find anything that would protect me from her. Suddenly, my body stopped moving as it felt like something pierced through my abdomen. My knees buckled in pain, and my hands clutched my stomach. Looking down, my hands were covered in blood and an arrow was sticking out of me. I gasped for air, feeling my body jerk. I looked around, a cold sweat covering my body. I was in my bedroom and everything was fine. It was only a nightmare, I thought. That was until my body froze at the sound of the same sinister laugh that I heard from my dreams, my eyes shot back open and the demonic version of my mother was standing over me, with blood dripping off her and down on my face.
By Vanime7 years ago in Horror