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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.
Musical Hordes
Musical Hordes Music is the only thing left that separates us from the hordes of walking dead that walk outside our hideouts. As you can imagine, music has gotten very expensive, with no factories left to produce CDs. Even more expensive still considering the latest "studies" (conducted by the remaining people on this world), these studies show that depending on the infected individual, certain music will subdue them. Personally, I don't believe this. I just believe music is what separates us—they can't make music, they're brain-dead. The goal for survivors is to have the largest music collection possible. Even those with massive music collections were forced to leave their music at home in their trek to safety areas. I'm getting a little ahead of myself.
By Aaceeo Picosoneo8 years ago in Horror
Love, Betrayal, & Evil
"Kai," she yelled as she caught sight of him and his long dark brown, wavy hair and bright smile. She ran towards him, her tears glistening her face. Joy, relief, content, and sadness ran through her veins. She could see no one else as he outstretched his arms awaiting her touch. But something seemed wrong as she approached him, getting closer and closer. His eyes were coal black and churning with emotion she didn't quite recognize on him. His arms looked more threatening than embracing. Was it all her imagination? He looked dark and filled with twisted evil. His lips, no longer a loving smile, showed a snarled, evil, smirk. She was now standing face to face with him. This isn’t Kai, she thought. Her heart beat faster as she tried to take a step back. But he already had a tight grip on her forearm. His touch felt like ice. She shivered as she felt the pulse of evil shudder through her body. His cold hands wrapped around her neck. She felt her lungs contract as she tried to breathe. She tried yelling for help but couldn’t find enough air to make words. Why isn’t anyone helping me?! Someone help! Can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me, she thought wildly. She could see the tourists and city people walking past in her peripheral vision. She saw the taxi screech to a halt before it could hit the pedestrian. She saw the lights change from green to red. Why couldn’t anyone else see her? She felt herself slipping. Slipping into a dark instated trance. She had no strength in her. No one would save her. Here stood the love of her life, her best friend, strangling her to death. His twisted, evil smile and coal black eyes would be the last thing she ever saw. Burned into her eternal memory. At last, she struggled to breathe out her last breath and closed her eyes. This is it, she thought, I forgive you Kai. I love you... and she sank into an eternal, dark oblivion.
By blazina love8 years ago in Horror
Impostor
I. The return Unlike most of the boys mustered out and sent homeward, Enoch Thomson received no horse. The stable boy said they were all spoken for, which meant, Enoch supposed, one was expected to spend a year trudging from Vermont to Maryland, suffering in the shit, and trudging back again, but one oughtn’t bother about a horse at the end despite one’s troubles. He estimated walking from Brattleboro to Derobe Valley Village would take three days, accounting for sleep and meals. And he wasn’t the only one going home the long way (he hadn’t seen any of the other surviving black soldiers on horses) and more importantly, he was free. It was over.
By Jay Tilden8 years ago in Horror
Like Killer
Examining his brothers with a watchful silver gaze, his stomach let loose a startling grumble. He swayed lazily in his spot a moment, then rose up on his massive paws and stretched his rear up high. He lumbered slowly forward, holding his head high and keeping his gaze cold and steady. The rabble, that insatiable frenzy continued as he came to a stop, observing the scene again. They paid him no mind, until a low growl undulated in his throat—and then they were melting away, ears flattening, bloody jowls frowning irritably.
By Jay Tilden8 years ago in Horror
Baryon Asymmetry
Hal the bus driver quickly noticed something was wrong. Susie, age eleven, did not get on the bus. She had attended George Washington Elementary since she was five. She was a good girl from a good family. In all those years, the only day she and her parents hadn’t been at the bus stop was the day her dog died. Hal worried she was ill.
By Jay Tilden8 years ago in Horror
Where Is the Gasoline?
I push through the doors. They squeal, then die. Overhead the rafters groan, heaving sighs. The cows are asleep, the horses are asleep, the crows in the rafters are asleep. In the corner, there is a fat coil of rope. Taking it up in my arms, it is heavier than bricks. I cross the hay carpet. My feet are noiseless, but the animals sense me nonetheless. The cows murmur, the horses scratch the wood halfheartedly, the crows ruffle their wings, then settle again.
By Jay Tilden8 years ago in Horror
Liars Into Lessons Part 8
I've lost count of how long it's been since he couldn't fight back or run anymore. I'd torn the ligaments that allow his hips to operate properly pretty early on after he'd managed to toss me into the coffee table. After a chase through the kitchen, under the dining table, and back out into the living room trading punches and kicks as we went, he'd managed to split my lip from a well-timed punch and I'd repaid him by blinding one of his eyes.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
