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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.

Horribly Horrific
Plutarch Octavius was born into one of the wealthiest families in all of Europe. All the other noble families within a fortnight’s journey arrived to witness the birth of a new elite. Plutarch had the blackest hair that anybody had ever seen, eyes that looked like ice, and the fairest skin in all of the country, and possibly the world. Everyone in England with a title knew Plutarch and his family, for they were rumored to be the descendants of an Ancient Roman house. As a youth, he was admired, almost worshipped, by elites. He supped with royal families from all over the world; he was educated by the greatest physicians, philosophers, historians, mathematicians, and holy men. He was destined to inherit the fortune and title of his family, given the fact the he was an only child, and the only child of his father, the sole presumptive of the family’s assets. He was meant for greatness since birth; however, fate took a darker course of action.
By Jared Smith8 years ago in Horror
One Shark, One Soul, One Shoe
I sit here now, at my old oak desk, looking at the old crumpled newspaper picture. In it I see a fish which now swims along the seabed terrorising other species. To be honest, all I can do is sit now and look at this fish. I catch a glimpse, in a picture frame of my son, of a distorted face with cords of saliva hanging within the thin lips and a chin which multiplied into several more chins. The fish was the thing that changed everything I have today. Where would I be now without it? I don't know. But the memory still haunts me even to this day; many questions cloud my head. Today, exactly fifty years ago, was the day which corrupted everything I have. I take another look at the picture frame, feel the memory snatch my soul, and with a tear running down my cheek, I was gone...
By Mat8 years ago in Horror
Through the Flames (Pt. 5)
Arthur looked around to see if anyone else heard the ear piercing scream that came from the blackened building two doors away from him. There was no one near this building.
By Rodolfo Garcia8 years ago in Horror
Survival Journal Entry 4
Over the last couple days things have been kind of quiet. Very busy but quiet, which is good. We went up to Big Bear and good news, I held it together. We finally got a trade deal figured out after a couple hours of negotiating. For every 2 pounds of produce, we will get 1 pound of venison. It has been a long time since meat was not a delicacy for us so I am really excited to introduce a new diet into the community.
By The Toasted Hydro8 years ago in Horror
Words for the Dead
What I'm about to share with you is what happens to man with no interactions, nothing to share, nowhere to go and nothing to do. After such a time, the human mind molds to its surroundings to the point where it doesn't even know it's alone anymore. This is a brief, yet never-ending look on the inside of a desolate life to some, but to one man, a carousel of very much unwanted attention.
By Chad soukup8 years ago in Horror
Through the Flames (Pt. 4)
No rest. Arthur slept restlessly, dreaming about his family, his town, the fire that engulfed everything around him, the panic he felt, the fear that gripped at his heart. He relived the whole ordeal over and over again in his dreams. Not the most restful night sleep he has ever had to say the least.
By Rodolfo Garcia8 years ago in Horror
Wailing Children
I was laying in my bed. I was aboard a north-bound train. All of a sudden I heard a little voice speak. It whispered, “Have you heard of the wailing children?” I froze. I looked to my left and saw a little girl. Her dress was old. Like 1800s old. I sat up very slowly.
By Lillibeth Rayanne8 years ago in Horror
Survival Journal Entry Two
Mourning time is over. Everyone got this morning off in order to try to clear their heads but we needed to move on. We started construction on the wall this morning and it seems like it will take all day today and tomorrow and maybe some of Tuesday as well. Early this morning we sent out Carl on horseback to try and find another horde and see when it might arrive. When he got back, he said there was a horde about 50 miles to the east, so it should give us enough time to get the wall back up and get the guard schedule back to normal.
By The Toasted Hydro8 years ago in Horror
A Broken Record
Have you ever felt like a problem? Like, you never mattered to anyone in your life? They always tell me to keep my chin up and that it couldn't get any worse. Every time I try to talk to them about my problems, they'll call me a broken record. Always saying that I repeat myself, that my sadness and fears are in my imagination. To them, depression isn't a disease. No, it's a made-up thing that people like me use to get out of doing things. Whenever one of my spells hit, my mother will call into my room saying: "Get up, Dean! I know you're faking!" Truth is, I'm not. You can't fake this, depression isn't easy to fake. When I don't want to get out of bed most days, my dad will barge in and drag me out of bed and onto the cold floor. He says I'm too young to be depressed, he always tells me that sixteen-year-olds pretend to be depressed so they can get out of going to school or to get out of chores.
By Jinx Cipriano8 years ago in Horror
Survival Journal Entry 1
Today, the walls fell. There was a horde of zombies that drifted in from the East. We have never had anything come from that direction, but I guess they have been forced to migrate further for food. We lost 12 people but it could have been much, much worse. We are still not spread too thin, but so many people are mourning, I have no idea how long it will take to bounce back but it better be fast. The wall repairs will take a week on their own so we need to get started asap.
By The Toasted Hydro8 years ago in Horror
Easy Pickings
Another muggy night on the strip, and Ezee had just turned on the AC on his Lincoln Town Car. He was on his way to the bus station. This time of night, there would be a couple of arrivals that would have just swept through the farm country in the states west and south of the city. And there might just be some fresh meat to recruit for his business.
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Horror
The Visitor
It was a long, hard weekend. I was just plain tired. First, it was teaching the children in the morning. Then, it was the things that my buddies and I had gone through with the dead. Why can't the dead stay dead? In any case, I am looking forward to a good night's well-deserved rest.
By Maurice Bernier8 years ago in Horror