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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.
666 (Ch. 1). Top Story - December 2018.
The first story from my horror collection. I wrote this book four years ago. I tried to treat each short story as a novel in its own right; to make sure that the characters were believable, and not just two dimensional caricatures.
By Michael Whateley7 years ago in Horror
Serene Tragedy Part 2
So there I was, sitting on my bed in the dark, talking to a ghost girl like she was my best friend and we were having a sleepover. Serenity went on to tell me about who she was while she was alive. She was a barista at a local coffee shop. She told me she had lived in a small one bedroom apartment in town that she paid rent on every month, and that her only friend was a gerbil she had named Dexter.
By Darby weatherly7 years ago in Horror
Chemistry Pt. III
I awake in a cold sweat with no recollection of the night prior. I feel my neck and it's covered in blood. Nate usually isn't that aggressive with biting, and he certainly wouldn't have turned me. I don't think anyway. I just couldn't imagine being a vampire—not because I think I'd be bad at it, but because of the bloodlust. I can sense that I'd have a hard time controlling myself.
By Elijah Taylor7 years ago in Horror
Killing Spree
Stabbing the knife deep into her side, continuously pulling my hand up with the knife and forcefully pushing it back down. Seeing the dark red blood drip onto my fingers. I tightly grip the handle harder as I slide the knife out of her lifeless body. Feeling my body, I instantly stand up and slowly walk out of her house as if I were in a trance. The blade slowly dripping of her red blood all the way to her door and down her front steps. Beginning to shuffle my bare feet one at a time on the rough asphalt road all the way back home. Not breaking out of the trance, I opened the door of my messy home and went to the kitchen, starting to feel my blood stained clothes beginning to stick to my body. I pull off my shirt and gently wipe my bloody hands on it. Bending over I slipped my pants off and throw them in the trash, along with my bloody knife. I scrubbed my hands raw, sliding new clothes on as I crawled back in bed falling into a deep sleep.
By Natalie C..7 years ago in Horror
The Land of the Surviving
Across the ocean and beyond the treacherous mountaintops lay a small village that was lost and forgotten. Some of the most unspeakable events happen there. The things you only hear about in fairy tales. Werewolves chasing the vampires, statues coming to life, and even the ax murders in the woods and much more happen here in the Land of the Surviving. Everyone thinks it is just an old abandoned town, but they will never know the truth.
By Natalie C..7 years ago in Horror
Grave
Thunder rings in the distance, a low rumbling sound. I stand amidst the buildings of a small town, the inhabitants laying now in their beds, oblivious to their peril. The storm is coming, the dawn breaks upon a new day, but the light of the sun shines here no longer—the storm robs them of its rays. The neon lights of the diner illuminate much of this small town, and the rain falls heavily upon the pavement of the road through the small hamlet.
By Thomas Sebacher7 years ago in Horror
Laughter
Everyone else was laughing. From the moment I walked into the room and I couldn't understand why. Were they laughing at me? Did I walk in funny? Is there something wrong with the way I look that I didn't notice before I left the house? Or did something just happen before I walked in that everyone found hilarious? I approach one of my buddies so I can get clued in to the big joke.
By Eliza Vargas7 years ago in Horror
They Want You
I’m sitting in my living room when I hear it, laughing. The sounds of whispering and laughing. I get up and I go to investigate. I call Roy and grab his leash, “We are going for walk buddy,” I say gingerly. I see my flashlight and pick it up on my way out the door. We head towards the back of the house and there is nobody there, so we cover the whole front and back. Nobody. My land is huge and I have woods that go a few hundred feet back, but I never go in there. The woods have always been eerie. I have never really been fond of them and I always feel like I am being watched. I go to head back inside when I see a pile of rocks stacked in front of my door. “What’s this?” I wonder out loud. I don’t remember them being there when I left. I move the pile of rocks over with my foot and we go inside. I settled back into the couch with my dog.
By Amanda DeGrasse7 years ago in Horror
