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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.
The Waste of All I Have Created
It was early morning in that time between late winter and early spring. The time when there is a chill in the air in the morning and the small hint of new buds on trees in the late afternoon. When it feels like time has paused for a moment to catch its breath before venturing on and creating new life. New expectations and new hope. This was the time that the man arrived in the city. He had traveled from a faraway place because he had heard great stories of how this place had once been. He came to see if any of that beauty was left. And if it had gone, where had it gone and was there hope for its return?
By Traci E. Langston7 years ago in Horror
The African Prince and the Mayan Princess (Part 15)
Part 15 What a freaking night. I mean damn.... First, we save Kendra Miller, which is awesome, because her parents were ready to accept that she may have been dead. It must be such a relief for parents when they discover that their child is still alive. Especially in this world nowadays. Once Carlina and I finally teleported back to the house, we immediately hand the stone over to Mona. The TV blared as we entered as the anchorman reported that no more casualties had ensued and that Houston police and fire departments had quelled most of the chaos in the South Houston area.
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Horror
The Screaming Woman
Once upon a time, three small figures wandered down a winding, unfamiliar path. In a horizontal line, the two taller figures traveled on the outside of the pack, encasing their petite friend in between them. This is how they always walked places, protecting Eloise without thinking. It's just how they did things, like how they all agreed that Saturdays were their exploring days, no matter the time of year. It gave them something to look forward to.
By Lauren Hill7 years ago in Horror
A Minor Man (Part III)
--------Continued from "A Minor Man" and "A Minor Man (Part 2)---------- The car pulls up to a cabin near a lake. Simon, Karen, and Max get out of the car, Max is carrying the clothes he was wearing before he changed to get Karen out of the police station while they walk to the cabin. Karen chuckles and shakes her head, she says, “Well, damn. I thought you guys would be living in a mansion or something.”
By Don Anderson II7 years ago in Horror
The Dirty South (Chapter 4)
Finally Friday Holy crap, my dreams were messed up. I was being chased by a skull enveloped in black smoke. It was blurry. I woke up in my bed covered in a sour sweat. I lay there for a few minutes just wishing that everything had been a dream but fully knowing that it hadn’t been.
By Scott Allen Ham7 years ago in Horror
A B C Doomed
Child A Without all the paintings hung out on display the place seemed a lot bigger. More like a maze. There was a ceaseless buzzing in the corridor. A boundless energy of those who moved through it, weaving around each other. Child A kept her head down and pushed her way through the sea of faces. The floor was shiny, just like water.
By Molly Winton7 years ago in Horror
Down Demon's Dyke
The next morning, I woke up wishing I hadn’t. The nearby coo of a wood pigeon had interrupted my restless dreams. Startled by its strange clucking I sat up and felt my brain swell beyond the size of my skull. A sudden wave of queasiness only added to my discomfort. It was freezing to say it was June. Where was I? Trees. There were lots of trees. Again, my stomach lurched and burbled. I gazed up at the tree tops as they swirled around me, attempting to avoid the streaks of light that broke through the branches in both intensely bright and shadowy beams. Why was I still in Wharncliffe Woods? What had happened last night? I reached for my phone in the back pocket of my denim shorts. Its screen had been smashed to pieces. The anonymous text I’d received last night, hours before the rave, flashed up: "free rave- get to Wcliffe woods left o Demon’s Dyke tonight." I dialed Danny’s number. The screen went black, its battery dead.
By Molly Winton7 years ago in Horror
