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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.
Treading Water
They are sleeping, just sleeping. This is what Llorona would tell herself when she closed her eyes; gaping mouth, black night, too tired to remember to forget. Her babies, her seven angels and all seven of her deadliest sins, had died peaceful, their skin unbroken, their mouths closed against any chance of a scream. They hadn’t struggled when she scooped them from their beds. They had not cried out when she submerged their impossibly small faces in the tub she had bathed them in just hours before. They had known it was not the boogeyman, a bruja coming to drag them away into the night. The skin that grabbed them smelled of vanilla and chili powder, the arms had smelled like their mother and so they snuggled closer to her chest, even as she drowned them. They never had the chance to wake up.
By Aliza Dube7 years ago in Horror
Asylum 42
Halloween. It's a time for treats, costumes, parties, and tricks. This time of year represents not only a change of seasons but a change for teenagers as well. Every year, around this time, a group of costume wearing trick-or-treaters grows up. Those that developed a love for the season crave more than a candy-filled pillowcase, they want to experience the darker side of the holiday. The spirits that are said to traverse the earth for this short period of time become these teens' most sought-after treat. Still children at heart, they heed not the warnings that accompany Halloween and stumble blindly into a tradition they never really understood.
By Amy Coleman7 years ago in Horror
Beating Transgressions
1. Jennifer was late for the party. She fumbled to find her car keys in the mess that was her overnight bag. It was filled with used tissues and empty vodka bottles bought from the cheap liquor store around the corner, she was drunk and it was time to leave.
By Henry Sheperd7 years ago in Horror
Christie's Story
8. She sits upright in bed. Beaded in sweat from her clear formed brow to her twat. She had a nightmare and she knew why. She looks over to her right, and there he is, the reason she's been losing sleep. The reason she's lost so much sanity in recent months. Christie almost couldn't believe it. How could she have lost all her power? Before, douche bags by the dozen would line up with their little pricks in their hands waiting for their chance at something marvelous, something bigger than their miserable fucking lives. She exclaims in silence. How could she forget?
By Henry Sheperd7 years ago in Horror
The Creek's Light Chapter 1: Personality Disorder
The sounds of running water rushing down as a cool but gentle breeze hits my face. I can smell a nice scent of lavender sending a calming sigh to come from my mouth. I knew for a fact that his peaceful darkness never lasted like how I wanted to. *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* I knew it...
By 7 years ago in Horror
A Pagan's Inquisition
Our town was Pagan, and consisted of gypsies and other groups of nomads. My name was Yndira. I was half-French and half-Indian (my mom was white enough and knew French) and a redhead. Our town was in France, but close to the border with England. There was a city there that ruled our town. The guards they sent were cold and unwelcome. They wore red and yellow tabards with Crusaders’ crosses on them, which meant they were sent by their bishops. They had armor under their tabards and carried spears. I certainly never welcomed them.
By Alexandra F7 years ago in Horror
The Possessed Spirit
Marla Cleary sobbed as she clung to her husband while watching the small casket being lowered into the ground. It was her 9-year-old son, Davey, who had passed away from cancer. They had battled his cancer for three years and were defeated two weeks ago when they told their son goodbye in his hospital bed as he took his final breath.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Horror
