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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.
High Noon
"That kid wasn't nothin' but a greenhorn. Why, I did him and the world a favor by putting a bullet in 'im,” the lanky cowboy said, laughing along with the rest of his gang at their table in the Rusty Spur, a rough saloon on Whisper Street in Heaven's Gate.
By Jeremy Andrews7 years ago in Horror
Don't Go Upstairs
It was a stormy Sunday night. The sky was dark and the house was quiet. Margaret felt scared but that was nothing new. Ever since her husband passed away everything felt scary. Around every corner was a possible danger. Margaret feared she might never leave the house again but then she thought, "Why would I leave? This house is safe, these four walls protect me from the outside, from the unknown and the dangers out there."
By Camille LeZotte7 years ago in Horror
Community Service—Chapter 2
The next morning I woke up around 10, it wasn’t a big surprise that I was home alone. My parents weren’t around too often after they split. I lived with my dad but he was always too busy with work to be around on weekends and my mom had moved to Delaware about a year after their divorce was finalized. I got out of bed, ate a bowl of fruit loops and then called Owen. Unsurprisingly he didn’t pick up, he probably got more baked than a cake last night and was still sleeping off the effects. So I tried Henry, after a few rings his voice came through the speaker.
By Lauren Hill7 years ago in Horror
Dark (Pt. 1)
My name is Daza and I live with John, who is a vampire. He's been here for 2,000 years, but he looks like he's 30. He took me three months ago and I'm still learning. He's very seldom and quiet, but when he handles business, his whole energy changes. I must learn to adapt to each mood. But the thing is he wants to marry me in six months.
By Destiny Smalls7 years ago in Horror
A Life for Six Lives
The idea that the past comes back to haunt people has been truer than people would assume, especially if one can't recall what they've done right away. Gregory Lloyd was on a trip to Florida. When he told his mother that he was heading to Florida, he claimed it was to take time off of work for a while on vacation, but that claim was to prevent worry. He was actually in Florida because he was assigned to write observations on an abandoned house that nobody else, not even his own coworkers, would want to explore. All that was known related to the house was that it was where a maniac had killed six children in six different rooms, the attack started at 6 PM, and the murderer was executed a few days later. Not much else was found out about the murder, but it had been stated that the children still roamed the woods and that when a priest drove down that area, he found out, not only about the possible spirits, but the idea that they wouldn't pass on until they took care of the one that took their lives.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Horror
Living Art
Talon Burris just finished his work. Like a wind sweeping through a musty hall, he felt that his piece would stand as a new standard for artistry. It featured what he maintained was a gargoyle, but it remained difficult to even determine this much. Green and grey smears looked like smoke had been applied to the canvas. No sense of light or harmony existed within the image. Burris smiled. He felt in his mind that that this was his greatest work. He had to tell his fellow artist and friend, Gimble Seddon. He popped up on his mobile device.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Horror
