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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.
Doug
He’s cute, affectionate, and well behaved for a puppy. The owner calls him a mutt, but Hope will name him Doug. A dog is the last thing she wants, but after everything she’s been through, her friends convinced her it was a good idea. She normally doesn’t give in to peer pressure but at this point, she will try anything to feel normal again. Doug is her last shot at the kind of life she’s desperate for.
By Amy Coleman7 years ago in Horror
A Good Book
The snow was falling outside the window of the old bookstore. You could tell the store was old from the mold in every corner and the smell of cats. As I sifted through each bookshelf, I could tell most of these books haven’t been looked at in years because they were dusty, and their spines were slowly falling apart like little old ladies.
By Michelle Werbeck7 years ago in Horror
Mon Ange (My Angel)
I was one of Louis XVI’s (sez) many black dot assassins. One wouldn’t suspect a woman, so it was easier to go through the city unnoticed, even without being on the arm of a man. I wore my hair differently (in a tight bun) and wore black street clothes. When I wore my hair in the popular noodle island curls with my signature white long teardrop earrings and my off-the-shoulder red ball gown, I became La Duchesse de DuBarry. While everyone else wore wigs, I slept in braids every night to achieve the curls they thought I naturally had. Oh, the blush was real. In those days a Vitamin D deficiency was favorable.
By Alexandra F7 years ago in Horror
This Flipping House
Kim and John flip houses. It hasn’t always been this way, but five years ago they decided to change their lives and work for themselves. Kim used to be a secretary at the local doctor’s office, and John was a contractor. After attending a seminar Kim had come home and given a compelling speech that convinced John they could make a lot more money flipping houses. At first he hadn’t been too sure of what she was selling, but after surviving the first couple rebuilds he had to admit he was sold.
By Amy Coleman7 years ago in Horror
After Dusk
The wolves always howled late into the night, along with the metallic screeching of wayward trains, carrying their cargo out west. The trains always moved a little faster, with a bit more conviction around these parts, for reasons that were entirely known to the locals. The closest railroads were actually quite far, but the trains still whistled as loudly as if they were right next to your ear. There weren't too many outsiders that came to visit the valley, and those who did never took a good word back to their kin. Some of them didn't go back at all. Some settled into the countryside for one reason or another, and sometimes it was not by choice. Regardless, anyone who stepped foot into the town down by the river left knowing all about the plagues of the people who seemingly thrived in the area.
By Emily Dheel7 years ago in Horror
Rope
Jay was a normal kid. An absolutely, completely normal kid. I'm not sure why that happened... but I do know, the day we learned that Jay Martin was found strung up in a fucking oak tree in the park, the entire neighborhood wept. Jay made average grades, played trumpet in the band, and had average looks—absolutely nothing about him was special. Nothing really made him a target. He was just a genuinely nice kid.
By Emily Dheel7 years ago in Horror
A Benevolent Touch
James Price had been a very naughty man up until karma had finally taken it upon itself to collect. He'd spent most of his days working at a minimum wage job, which barely left him with enough money to pay his bills, and at night, that's where his desperation tested his self-control. He tried to tame his criminal nature, tried to progress more than society allowed him to for someone of his skin color. But it seemed everything around him, from the dirty dishes in his sink, to the eviction notices on his door were just reminders of the ropes tied around his wrists and feet keeping him from doing better than he'd ultimately been taught.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Horror
