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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.
Muerte del Mujeriego (Death of the Womanizer)
A lively Saturday night in a growing city the evening was promising. Young, built, and attractive, Darren's options for entertainment and pleasure were beyond guaranteed. Plowing into the couch after a shot, and double shot, of whiskey, he picked up the phone. Visuals always assisted Darren when making selections. His apartment was very modern and stylish. A warehouse vibe, Darren loved his open man cave. Ceiling to floor large pane windows put the universe on display. A crisp winter night with a deep blue background, the stars were especially bright. Educated, the sky always baffled Darren. So vast, so beautiful, and so much to be explored, but too far away so lost.
By Maria Crank7 years ago in Horror
There's Something in the Woods and I Think it Has My Wife
The fire crackled, sucking away the only coolness that the stone fireplace offered. It was unsure of itself, seeping through the logs and caving out the middle of the wood. It emitted a heated scent; one that reminded me of the one camp I went to as a child.
By Shelby Yarchin7 years ago in Horror
Cascade
Chapter 3 Ideas: Hunter suddenly opened his eyes, coughing the dirt out of his lungs. He looked around and began to hyperventilate, realizing he was in a small wooden crate. As he pounded his feet on the roof of the crate crumbs of dirt started to rain through the cracks.
By Skyler Mae7 years ago in Horror
Krampus (Pt. 2)
I thought back to that first memory. The memory I was sure started the slow, but treacherous, path into a dark abyss. A cold wind blew howled inside of me. Swirling through my hollowed legs, up through the gaping hole where my heart used to beat, through my neck, and into the cramped, leaky spaces in my head. No one wanted me. But soon enough that wouldn’t matter. They would come to fear me instead.
By Mattie Woodside7 years ago in Horror
Krampus (Pt. 1)
The winter had come early to Frankfurt that year. The wind howled outside in the dark of the night. Snow had fallen and covered the cobbled streets and brick buildings in the most delicate layer. Father gathered my brother and me into the sitting room that Christmas Eve and told us he needed our help. My brother and I were surprised when we saw a brand new piano forte sitting so beautifully by the brightly decorated Christmas tree.
By Mattie Woodside7 years ago in Horror
Illusion
Illusion 25th April 1963, the day I was born bringing sorrow in the life of my father; it was the day he lost everything. As soon as my mother gave me birth, she died and I had to live with this reality as a curse. My father never loved me after that. My grandma was the one who took care of me like a mother. She was everything to me. Every night she used to tell me stories of fairies, witches, and magic. These stories were like a lullaby to me.
By Prateek Kathial7 years ago in Horror
Community Service—Chapter 1
Chapter 1 Three teenagers sat in the principal’s office, smelling of weed and regret. I was in the middle, sitting in between my two dumbass friends, glaring at them occasionally. Henry had somewhat sobered up and looked back at me with a small apologetic smile, as he knew that we wouldn’t be here if they listened to me. Owen, who was sat on my right, was the complete opposite, his head was resting against the back of the chair, the smile on his face hadn’t faltered as he stared up at the ceiling. I hated him at this moment, a complete 180 from the feeling I had when I had gotten his text about an hour ago.
By Lauren Hill7 years ago in Horror
Dinner Party (Pt. 4)
Having everyone stare at her made Evelyn a little uneasy, so she started to read: "Dear Evelyn, You were invited tonight because you know all the secrets of the other three guests here tonight, which is the reason you are the only one to receive a letter. You know the secret that each of them was arguing about tonight in the living room, who killed Mr. Cain. You know the truth about Mr. Cain and what actually happened to him. You were the only person who knew, or at least you thought you were the only person who knew. I figured out very easily what happened to Mr. Cain by reading your gossip column in the newspaper. Mr. Cain never died. He is still living to this day. You thought only you knew this, but in fact, I also know this secret. I also know where Mr. Cain is.
By Molly McDonald7 years ago in Horror
The 'Man in the Woods' Game
Nobody knows for sure what happened to the "Man in the Woods." Some say he was murdered and he stalks the forest looking for bodies to steal, others say he hunts people just to turn them into monsters like him. Those who have seen him say he is a tall man in tattered clothes with long, sharp teeth and eyes so black you’d swear he could steal your soul with one piercing look. Others, who were not so lucky, were never seen or heard from again.
By Melody Humby7 years ago in Horror
Marina
You stand at the balcony of the staircase, the early morning sun throwing rainbows of color over you like waves from the stained glass behind you. The cool, crisp air smells sweet as it brushes by through an open window. You take a deep, long awaited breath—you’re finally home. You’re in your very own place for the first time. It’s a good yet nervous feeling as you move down the stairs while examining the amazing wood work of the railing. It leads you to a grand entrance way, the polished ash grey wood floor and dark cream walls are warm and welcoming surrounded with the boxes left yet to unpack.
By Solveig Katherta7 years ago in Horror
Little Miss Molly
There she was again... the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. We took the same bus to and from school, and walk the same road home. I had never had the nerve to talk to her but, right then, I had to. The next day was graduation so it may have been my last shot. I raced up to her on the walk home, we were the only two that got off the bus here.
By Valentina Sophia7 years ago in Horror
