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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.

A Man Loves His Skin
A man loves his skin. He bathes daily to keep it refreshed, using only the finest quality lotion to steep in. He basks in oxygen and sunlight for a few hours on his balcony and makes sure to drink plenty of fluid to keep it hydrated and functioning properly.
By VillainousTitan7 years ago in Horror
The Zoo
Doctor Joseph Gardner walks the linoleum halls with a smile on his face most days. He likes to remember how he used to play with animals on the street as a kid in his Virginian suburban neighborhood. He likes to remember how they comforted him when the children at school would turn away, when his parents would get loud, his toddler sister would cry, and the whole house seemed like it was screeching. He remembers fondly his interest in science during his middle school years, when he discovered he's a genius, when he discovered the frogs, the smell of formaldehyde that lingered in the classroom and on the students’ clothes (and how in high school it was a small pig). It was in high school that he decided to go into animal medicine and graduated two years early, and it was in college that his sister Abigail was paralyzed in a car accident that was caused by another one of his parents’ ugly fights.
By tori v7 years ago in Horror
3 AM (Pt. 2)
"Now remember kids if anyone offers you drugs, say 'thank you,' because drugs are expensive!" Piere "Why did you screw it up?" Dyll questioned as I ran homewards. Kissing Bonnie was the worst thing that I had ever done to our friendship. "Turn around, you're messing it all up!" Dyll redirected my body towards Bonnie's house.
By Tanika Adesa7 years ago in Horror
3 AM (Pt. 1)
"Running away will never make you free!" Cybil " There's a new patient coming in next week," G whispered as she pretended to give me my medicine. She knew that I wouldn't take it and I knew that I didn't need it. I didn't need this cure for wellness shoved down my throat every day.
By Tanika Adesa7 years ago in Horror
The Dead Do Not Forget
The Twisted Lusco Life Life is taken, not given. That lesson was learned brutally as her hand slipped beneath the glossy surface of the lake. The passing of his mother into the cold clutches of Mistress Death brought a sneering smile to his face. Jer Bear watched, satisfied with the day's work. As he lay bleeding on the damp leaves surrounding the isolated body of water, the small boy took a moment to admire his handy work.
By Ando Anderson7 years ago in Horror
Run
You flee as fast as you can go. I call your name, your real name. "Lucy!" I call sinister in my intentions and wishing to make you my trophy. "Lucy!"
By Kathryn Parker7 years ago in Horror
Read This Before You Die
I sit alone in my apartment, eating a bowl of some kind of cereal. I can't really tell the type because it's such an old box. I haven't had my paycheck from my late shift working at the post office yet, so groceries are kind of rare for this week. I'm not really bothered at all.
By Phoenix Lawson7 years ago in Horror
Finding Your Way
Everything about this room was creepy, from the moment you walked in. The door was a pale forest green, that once could have welcomed a happy couple to a night get away from the kids. Now paint is chipping off, and you can see before the pale grimy forest green was a mud-colored brown, that almost said go away, as if the door knew something unfortunate would happen. The doorknob itself was a rusted, brassy orange which made you not want to touch it. There was a tiny hole in the door at about eye level where there should have been a peephole, but it was missing. The first thing you notice that there is not one single window. Zero natural light is let in. Only the dim flicker of the low hanging light from a light bulb that was outdated. Next to the door is an over-used, worn out, antique dresser that was missing a drawer. The dresser is covered in a thin layer of dust, enough to make the deep mahogany have a slight grey tent to it. On the dresser sat a portable radio. No television, not even a lamp, coffee maker, or some other appliance. Just the portable radio that was maybe six inches wide and a foot long. The radio was stuck on one station, 102.4, which was just the sound of static, with the slight undertone of the “Top Hits of the 80s, 90s and Today.”
By Taylor Kelly7 years ago in Horror
Harold
I was looking out my bedroom window one night when I saw something a little strange. My family and I had just moved from Mississippi to Salem Ma and I was having a very hard time adjusting. My dad just took some new job in Boston as an accountant. My mother was staying home with us kids while my dad did his nine to five things. I was having a really hard time getting used to everything and everybody, nobody was super friendly, and the weather sucked. I had so many friends back home and now I have none.
By Amanda DeGrasse7 years ago in Horror
A Dead Language
You sigh to yourself as you step through the doorway of your bedroom. Your bag hits the floor with a thump before you throw yourself haphazardly onto your bed. Face smushed into the mattress, you groan. It had been a long day, and you were thankful that it was finally over.
By Alice ♡7 years ago in Horror
Enthrallment
The day starts like any other, with a hot shower and morning tea. After that, I get packed and ready to meet my classmates at this abandoned swamp. We're supposed to try and test the area for any spirits for our Occults class.
By Elijah Taylor7 years ago in Horror
Date Night
As our anniversary is coming up, Brett is going on about what he wants to do, how special he wants to make it. We both sit on the bed discussing different date ideas.
By Elijah Taylor7 years ago in Horror