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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.
The Thing in the Mirror
Chapter 1 What am I? Am I human? Where would I go? Who will I meet? What will my name be? Will I have friends? Where would I live? Will I ever get married? Will any of my questions get answered. Why do I feel so strange and why can't I see anything? What's happening to me...wait, I see something...yeah it's a...it's a light I think...it's growing...I..I...I see my mom. She is beautiful, but what am I..I feel so weird. I think I can walk but I'm not sure? I...I have a brother—ohh look, I have another brother and a sister, but does that mean I am the older or younger?
By Andromeda Shirey8 years ago in Horror
Two Sentence Horror Stories Part 1
I have been a fan of horror ever since I was a young child. I found the stories fascinating and loved the thrill the films gave me. In addition, I also read many online stories, which fueled my imagination. I began to write short two sentence stories, and I would like to share them with you all. I hope you enjoy them!
By Chance Burnett8 years ago in Horror
Cold
Wolfen claws or Dracula fangs didn't scare me. Things that went bump in the night, I ignored. The nether-beasts howling their agony from below didn't phase me. The wolfen were an urban legend, meant to scare youngsters. The vampires feared my name. The animated dead; those rotted corpses that hell didn't want, avoided me. At my name, they shrieked in terror, begging to be free of what I might do to them.
By Ransom Backus8 years ago in Horror
The Reaping
The Reaper I first met the reaper when he came for my hamster. I watched as the doorknob slowly turned and the door creaked open. I was expecting Jane, my caretaker—if you could call her that. But it was not Jane. Definitely not Jane. A very tall, skinny figure peered into the room. It crept quietly across the floor to the hamster cage and reached in.
By Black Pearl8 years ago in Horror
The Sack Man (Part 1)
This is a few pages from my new novel which I'm currently editing. The book will be available on Halloween. The Sack Man is the second part in my series of horror novels about demons, demonic possession, witches, ritual sacrifice, love, hate, and friendship.
By Richard Le Tourneau8 years ago in Horror
The Fun of Camping
It was 10 AM on a warm summer day when the Amaris family decided to invite the Rios family camping. Slightly hesitating, the Rios family agreed to take a camping trip to Eastern Washington, even though it was short notice. The two families met at a gas station about halfway between Seattle and Bellevue so that they could drive down to the campsite together, since the Rios' didn’t exactly know where they were going.
By Jessica Perez8 years ago in Horror
New Burnley (Part 1)
The people of New Burnley were a peculiar sort, having been secluded within the acres of woodland very few knew of its existence and those who did never attempted to reach it. Accessed through dirt paths and narrow cliffs and beyond Lake Sebastian so named due to the unfortunate death of one of New Burnley’s founders on August 9th, 1759.
By Richard Le Tourneau8 years ago in Horror
War On Sauce
Idalis Bowman The Great War was happening and nothing was going to stop that. All of my comrades were excited to fight for their country and for their family, but I could see straight through the bull and realized this war was useless. However, I would be shunned, driven to suicide if I didn't join the rest of them to our doom. I was talking to a stranger I had met at the market, an old man in a wheelchair who strangely resembled a pirate, about the war and he was obviously thrilled that I would be protecting and serving. I was buying food for a party I would have tonight and the man asked me, “Are you going to join the war to end all wars?” I said yes, but very unconvincingly. He seemed enraged that I wasn’t more enthusiastic about it and said that he would “gladly join” if he wasn't bound to his chair.
By Idalis Bowman8 years ago in Horror
Mid Afternoon Pit Stop
I was driving home one afternoon from college. It was an hour and a half drive, and I had a sandwich and a water to hold me over. Unfortunately, I needed to release a little water. I could make it, but I wasn't comfortable. I was debating on pulling of when I saw a house which reminded me there was a rest stop coming up. I wasn't on any sort of a time crunch so I resolved to treat myself.
By Alexander Ender8 years ago in Horror











