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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.
Infested
Simon awakes. His eyelids slowly blinking open. He tilts his head to the right, his alarm clock flips from 8:12 am to 8:13 am. He swivels his head to his left half expecting to be surprised to see a young beautiful woman next to him, it's just his pillow. He looks up at his ceiling staring blankly at nothing. It's an hour earlier than he usually gets up, but he's up. Simon lifts himself out of bed and sluggishly totters his thin wiry frame to his bathroom, running his fingers through his short hair and it's forty-years of wear and tear. He flicks the light on, stretching his arms out wide as he yawns. He looks in the mirror, rubbing his pear shaped chin.
By Maurice Blocker8 years ago in Horror
M-340
What a fool I was for thinking that someway, somehow I could find the cure for the infection that was gripping my small town near London. I used to be a proud doctor and quite the salesman, but not since this epidemic. I walked into my shack of a home only to find the same mess I had left myself. Papers, vials, syringes, they all acted as a carpet over my dirt floor. The cages that held my test subjects rattled, confirming that they were still alive. I kissed the picture of my beautiful Daisy that was hanging right above the corridor in my home. This damned epidemic, which people referred to as “The Crimson Plague”, stole my wife and countless others in its swarm of the terrene. Back when I worked for the hospital, I made it my complete life goal to find the cure to this hell on Earth, and I did. I began distributing it to the masses, only to be found that the cure was deficient. It did absolutely nothing. The hospital fired me, leaving me broke and unable to take care of Daisy. I wanted to quit, but I knew I had to perfect my cure to avenge my spouse's death. And I would be relentless until I did so.
By Zac Szalay8 years ago in Horror
A Love that Destroys
Where are my friends? A mist all the noise and people in the bar she feels the sensation of someone staring at her. Who did I come with again? As she looked in the direction she felt the sensation coming from, she began to feel strange. Something was off but she couldn't tell what it was. When did I even come to the bar? She spots a strange person in the corner. She almost misses them with all the people moving at a strangely much faster rate than that of her and the strange figure. It was like they were in different worlds. Where am I?
By Eliza Vargas8 years ago in Horror
You Still Have My Heart
Every time I see that smirk of yours, it makes me want to scream. I don't understand myself. I don't understand why you still have my heart in your hand. I want you to have it. I want you to give it back. You've had it from day one, though. You remember, right?
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Horror
Sex With Bloody Mary
It was just another Saturday night when me and some of my friends were playing Truth or Dare. You could say we were inspired by all the Truth or Dare gone wrong movies that are out there. So we were feeling a bit gutsy and very drunk and figured it would be fun to "scare" ourselves. We were all sitting in my boyfriend Ben's living room by the fire, beers and shot glasses all around.
By Eliza Vargas8 years ago in Horror
Seeing Is Believing? Right?
Chapter 1 Angelica Jenson was an odd girl. She didn’t talk much but when she did, there wasn’t much that could be done to shut her up. She had friends she trusted and socialized with people, and managed to put on a face of normalcy at office parties. Everyone thought, who got to know her, or at least the part of her she allowed them to, that she was a lovely person to be around. That being said, they only knew as much Angelica allowed them to know. Everyone was kept at a distance without them even knowing they were.
By Ayesha Javed8 years ago in Horror
The Butterfly
I've loved butterflies since a young age. When I was a little girl, people would ask me what my favorite animal was and I would excitedly jump up and say it was a butterfly. I always liked how free they seemed. My mom told me that if a butterfly landed on you that it was good luck. I remembered that for my entire life. A butterfly was good luck. I always trusted the butterfly and its beauty.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Horror
