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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.

It Took Her Eyes
The 'cursed' woods. That's where they wanted to go camping. Just when you thought teenagers couldn't get any dumber. My friend Paula and I set up our tent in the middle of the woods with the others. Chris, Tyler, and Grace all set theirs up next to ours, and Clay decided he was going to sleep in his truck. Clay was very particular about it for some reason, which didn't make sense to me because it was eleven years old and in terrible condition.
By Melody Humby7 years ago in Horror
Val Pt. 6
"Please! You can't leave me here!" I scream at the top of my lungs. --------- "How are you feeling?" Valarie looks at me concerned.
By Kat Woods7 years ago in Horror
No Zombie, I
Heartbeat of the Jungle These are only thoughts disassociated from their mind of origin, from the very person of origin. They have become loosened and are falling away somehow, wafting off like a vaporous cloud, collecting bits of realization and disbelief in their wake, the very clear truth and the doubts that always betray it. This whisper of tenuous presence has drifted like some dead or wounded thing, dragging images from the memory like entrails for everyone to see.
By r. nuñez7 years ago in Horror
Beware!
Sam is a curious 13-year-old boy, who gets hold of anything interesting he finds, medium-sized, with piercing gray eyes. With his both beloved parents he lives, at his Mother's house, in the outside of the city, in the vast and wide countryside, in a village where an ancient deep undiscovered forest lies, which no record is left since the last time someone crossed it, and had the wits to go far into its centre, where not a single ray of light has made it through; vegetation has been wildly and densely growing over the last few decades. Legends say, that the last human being who dared go in in hope of fame, never came out; over the next years, every nightfall till darkness left, moaning, and yowling noises were heard from within, proved not to come from the wind, believed by many that it came from wolf's howling, by others from fierce trees, still devouring and gobbling up its dead body, no one has agreed to anything, yet… At school, he has not got much friends, but he has a best friend, Andrew, who likes to play with him or go with him when he is alone. It was a Thursday morning, and Sam had woken up to find a gorgeous looking golden watch, lying on top of his drawer, which without a moment of hesitation, he decided to put on around his thin wrist. Whenever Andrew and Sam find they have free time, because both of their parents are working, they tend to do adventurous things they probably shouldn't do, sometimes resulting a bit risky. Today, after school they chose to do something, perhaps not something very clever to do. They had already been thinking about going camping, by talking to their parents, but both didn't exactly want to tell them where, also, they would be bringing a few more friends in. The school bell had rung, indicating it had finished. Sam and Andrew had a quick glance at each other and they fast packed up. Past the school gate, feeling free, running and deeply breathing fresh air, they gazed eagerly for their objective, now seen from far, the forest.
By Planet Gazer83607 years ago in Horror
October Burns...
I stood there, piercing holes with my eyes on his body. I was not filled with lust, however, quite the opposite, but with controlled rage. Every comment that slid out of his smug mouth enraged me. Every move, every breath... I couldn’t hold back my anger any longer. Letting my animal instincts take over, I scanned the loft for hard, blunt objects. Maybe the lamp in the far corner? No, no, too messy. A kitchen knife? Mm- mm, too cliche for me. Hmmm. My gaze rested on his solid, wooden bat, which was propped up against the wooden coffee table aside his high school baseball team's picture. Still a messy option, but far more amusing.
By Bianca Wendell7 years ago in Horror
Eternal Inhabitant (Chapter One)
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE, Ronan reminisced, bitterly. He and his friend Jared (who insisted on being called "Red") had been screwing around with some bullcrap rituals they found on some obscure goth website from the early 2000s. Red was really into that stuff now, claiming that it "filled the void" in his transition into his self-proclaimed goth phase. We were already outcasts before, Red argued, I might as well go all the way and emerge as the true me.
By Avyra Zephyr7 years ago in Horror
Val (Pt. 5)
"Yeah... Let's go home." ------------ "Valarie...." A voice echoes through the damp room. I open my eyes. A dim light burns my blurry vision.
By Kat Woods7 years ago in Horror
The End
The screams of my alarm clock wake me, and I reach over and hit the snooze. The clock reads noon, and I furrow my brows. My mother never lets me sleep this late, especially during the week. I climb out of the bed, and I head for the stairs.
By Alexandra Basher7 years ago in Horror
A Minor Man (Part 2)
Karen looks at Max in astonishment with a hint of fear. Max pulls out a cigarette from his pocket and lights it with his match. He takes a puff and asks, "Well, then, darling. Can you tell me why you were at the bar last night?"
By Don Anderson II7 years ago in Horror
Mom Zombie
"Just get your shoes on," I shouted frantically, one hand fumbling for my car keys in the bowl by the front door, while my other hand was full of bags and letters that need to be handed in on the first day of the school year. September, that time of year when the long hot days of summer start to dwindle and the leaves are already turning brown on the ground—oh and the school run begins once again after weeks hearing of "I'm bored" over and over.
By Lara Drew7 years ago in Horror
Demon Grip
I wake, feeling the grip of the demon’s hands wrenching tightly around my throat as it sat upon me crushing my lungs expelling my breath. Until now, I never really understood what life was about. Tethered to this bed for so long, I find the demons forcing me to look at what could have been, no, strike that, what should have been. I thought I knew all the answers back then, or, I thought I knew the right answers.
By Michael S. Freeman7 years ago in Horror
A Diary of a Homophobe
25th February 1976 I am watching my son turn into something I never envisaged. I don’t know what to do or what to think. As a parent I know what I should do. I should stand by him. But I can’t, I just can’t. During the past few months I haven’t stopped writing my new book. I have been stuck in my room typing or travelling around the country researching the development of architecture in Renaissance England, and I have realised that I have been missing my son grow up. Simon is now eighteen and I have noticed he has more confidence in himself, he is more self-assured and a smile cracks his beautiful subtly shaped face more readily. I came home yesterday after a month of staying in London and I found a small plain looking box of tablets on the coffee table. Printed in bold black letters on the front of the box was the name ‘citalopram’ or something similar. I asked Susannah and she sat me down and told me that Simon is taking anti-depressants and that my own son asked his mother not to tell his father about it. He was afraid of my reaction towards him, Susannah said, because apparently I have a tendency to over-react and get aggressive. What a joke. We are supposed to be a family. What sort of family is it where news is pushed out of other people’s way? Apparently, he has been seeing a therapist for over a month now. But that isn’t the worst news. While I was in London he told Susannah he was gay. I’m ashamed at how I reacted. But I can’t help it. It’s how I was bought up. Storming out of the house wasn’t the best thing I could have done, but I had a sudden rush of anger that overflowed in me like the froth of boiling milk on the hob. I didn’t expect things to ever turn out in this way.
By Sam Brown7 years ago in Horror