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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.
Running
The mirror shattered as it hit the ground, leaving one piece hanging limply off of the fixture. One piece big enough to see my eyes and nose. My eyes. The once beautiful blue orbs that shone brightly with joy, happiness, and serenity were now replaced with the dull gleaming reflection from the single light bulb sitting keenly above the broken mirror.
By Emmy Pichie7 years ago in Horror
Crunch
The girl heard the sound of something almost directly behind her. It was a crunchy sound, the kind of noise you hear sometimes, as you walk in a field, right after a first frost. It was getting late and she knew George would have dinner waiting for her. It was a shadowy time of the evening. That time when it was dark, but if you looked hard, you could still see shapes around you. She pulled her sweater closer and wished she had her gloves in her pocket. Her hands were becoming stiff with the cold. Her stomach rumbled and she wondered what George had cooked for their dinner? The crunch sound came louder and she thought it sounded much closer. She shivered involuntarily and wished with all her might that she hadn’t had to stay late at the hospital tonight. Rose hadn’t shown up for her shift and they had asked her to stay until they found a replacement. Being who she was, Traci decided that of course she would stay for a few hours longer, to help out. Traci stumbled all of a sudden, as the night closed around her. She quickly regained her balance, and she had a sensation as if someone might be walking near her. She shivered and her blood seemed to drain from her head and she wondered if she might faint? How she wanted George to be walking beside her right now. Another crunch, a quick, loud thud and a slight moaning sound pierced the dark, velvet like, night. Traci’s blood ran cold throughout her body. She wanted to run. She was afraid. She wanted to be home safe, in the warm comfort of the house she shared with George, in her bed, in his arms. Traci felt lifted momentarily off her feet. The sensation, shocked her, and darkness quickly shut down her thoughts as she lost consciousness.
By Marsha Morgan Medina7 years ago in Horror
The Ironic Horror Story of My Life
The irony of this is absolutely uncanny. Really. It is almost like the whole thing was straight out of a story book; or better yet, a horror movie script. Here let me set the scene. I'm walking home on a dark and stormy night—already off to a great start—we had the pouring rain, frigid temperatures, thunder, and lightning.
By Emmy Pichie7 years ago in Horror
The Last House on Marigold Lane
The last house on Marigold Lane was the biggest in the whole town. The "Davenport McMansion," it was dubbed, because Dr. and Mrs. Davenport were the richest people that had ever lived in Willow's Valley. A surgeon and a lawyer respectively, they were wonderful at their jobs. When Andrew's wife needed a C-section the month before, Dr. Davenport was the one who performed it.
By Melody Humby7 years ago in Horror
The African Prince and the Mayan Princess (Part Three)
(Back at Carlina's mother's house in Houston) Before I could reach for the door to knock, Martha quietly pulls it open. "Hey, Mom is upstairs with Christian." She continues softly, "My gosh, how do you guys put him to sleep? I've been up for at least two hours with him. Thank god he's sleeping now."
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Horror
The Creature in the Closet
When I first saw this old abandoned house from the main road, I of course wanted to check it out. As excited as I was, I did not want to do it alone. I loved checking out old abandoned structures, but not if I thought one could be haunted. I had first saw the old house in early August and snapped a few pictures from the main road. But it wasn't till early September when I got to finally see the inside.
By Joy Mindrup7 years ago in Horror
