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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 Minor Man (Part IV)
---------Continued from "A Minor Man", "A Minor Man (Part II)", and "A Minor Man (Part III)"------------ Max is dead now, Karen is using the pendulum over the map that Max had, and Simon gets up to go to Max's room. The door closes, Simon grabs the doorknob to open it but the door won't budge. Karen feels a headache coming but she's wondering something: How did Max know when to tell her to run?
By Don Anderson II7 years ago in Horror
Pictures
Developed film lined the walls of Maxine’s dark room along with negatives. “This just can not be!” “My camera didn’t even work in the woods, it powered down as soon as I turned it on!” A few days after Maxine's little adventure in the forest, she went into her backpack to get her camera. What she found on the film terrified her and made her skin crawl. Every picture was black background with a white mist/mass thing, if looking close enough you could make out a face of something certainly not human. When she was developing the pictures she swore the pictures changed, like the white mass of whatever it was, was moving around as she wondered her dark room.
By Amanda DeGrasse7 years ago in Horror
Chapter One
Two pale figures stood in the mist, at the edge of a lake. They both stared out at the whirlpool in the center. Bright wings glowed through the fog. Darkness filled the sky, a blue quarter moon and purple sun dancing slowly around each other at opposite ends of the sky. A gentle breeze carried the cries of newborn babes and the sighing last breaths of the dying, in rhythms reminiscent of the push and pull of ocean waves.
By Ruby Steel7 years ago in Horror
A Knock at the Door (An Original Fiction)
There was a knock at the door. It was a Friday night, but not the Friday night I wanted to have. It was such a fresh summer night, with the wind lightly blowing and it was quiet. I could have been out with my friends if my parents didn’t go out for dinner. I was stuck babysitting my little sister.
By Marielle Sabbag7 years ago in Horror
The Woods
It’s five in the morning and it’s a crisp fall Saturday morning. I decided to go for a walk in the local woods. I have my bags packed and my camera ready for some leaf peeping. It’s New England and the trees are so full of color and life. My best work is done in early October when the leaves get super yellow and bright orange. I’m a freelance photographer and mostly do this gig as a hobby—but lately my work has been in demand, which isn’t a bad thing. I capture beautiful New England and all it has to offer. Today I am heading to the Freetown woods because I hear the trees are beautiful and the paths are cool. Local legends say it’s haunted and very spooky. I’m not a big believer in that crap, but maybe I’ll catch something on camera?!
By Amanda DeGrasse7 years ago in Horror
Mourir, Décéder (To Die) (Ch. 1)
The year was 1996 and I was working a dead end job reporting for some local paper. It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t exactly easy either. In our small town it was the same thing every week. You go out and interview someone much older and wiser, or talk and wish someone a happy birthday, and collect obituaries after someone in the community died. The only thing that wasn’t overly consistent was the new women that would come to town to join the nunnery. No one really paid any mind to them though. They all dressed the same...I mean they dressed like nuns. Some of the girls I went to high school with graduated and decided to join it. Apparently, it was their dream. Weird dream if you ask me.
By Michelle Werbeck7 years ago in Horror
The Fog
There was a knock at the door. I look at my alarm clock on my nightstand and the time says 1:30 AM. I grab my pants and my sweatshirt and throw them on my cold body. I’m thinking to myself “this better be an emergency.” I look out the window next to the door and see three teenagers standing out front. I go to turn my light on, but it won’t work. Hmm that’s strange I think to myself. I go to open the front door, but all the hairs on my body stand up and my inner voice begins screaming not to open that door. Against my better judgment, I decide to address the kids at the front door. Now, I live in the middle of nowhere, my closest neighbors are 15 miles away so nobody would here my cry for help if this interaction didn’t go well. I’m sweating as I go to say hello. These kids seemed off, they were dressed funny—like they were out of the 1920s. They had jet black hair and I could have sworn they had pure black eyes. They were maybe 15, no older then 17 years old. “Hello,” I say, trying to keep my voice strong and still.
By Amanda DeGrasse7 years ago in Horror
