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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.
Left Alone
Greg, a young man in his mid-twenties, runs breathlessly through the fresh snow that blankets the alley. When he is sure that the assailant that was pursuing him had given up, he pauses and takes deep, ragged breaths as he tries to regain his composer. Through the heaviness of his breathing, he hears the crunch of snow between the assailant’s footsteps. He doesn’t bother to look in the direction of the sound. Instead, he continues to run further into the darkening alley. Suddenly, everything goes black.
By Melanie Lutton8 years ago in Horror
Vik: A Vampire's Tale (Chapter 3)
Vik began to scan the pages of the book. He ran past his family's lineage and the early history of his father. His father, a brute of a man, had not a shred of compassion in him. King of Vallerian, he followed the line to the throne. The sharp memories of his father torturing him as a child, along with his two older brothers, pierced through Vik's mind. Those accounts of torture were written here. So was the death of his entire family. All of a sudden, Vik collapsed onto the floor; fainted.
By Luke Wolfe8 years ago in Horror
Haunting Me Part 5
I held my breath for a moment. Here it was again, the apparition that had stalked me for nearly a decade and it was less than six feet from me. This ghost, demon, whatever it was, loomed over Joyce’s shoulder, threatening to tear my soul apart and suck me into the madness of it’s black, soulless eyes.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
Vik: A Vampire's Tale (Chapter 2)
Vik ran to the nearest railroad that headed towards the City of London. He could just as easy have run there, but he needed to be swift and unseen. He noticed a train pulling out and he quickly jumped onto one of the box cars. He climbed in and found a dark corner to hide in, until he reached his destination.
By Luke Wolfe8 years ago in Horror
Vik: A Vampire's Tale
The city around him grew quiet when night fell. He had only just awoken from slumber a mere two hours ago. Dreams and nightmares of his past came rushing to him like wildfire spread, taking over mother nature. Vik sat on top of the tall bank building as he always did watching intently at the people below. He needed to feed.
By Luke Wolfe8 years ago in Horror
Vultures
Vultures are the most romantic animals on the planet. Vultures mate for life. They find a fellow guy vulture or a fellow girl vulture and fall in love and have kid vultures together. They don’t care that they’re both the ugliest things known to man, and the only thing they eat is rotten flesh and garbage. They’re in love. And I’m proud to say that I found my vulture.
By Kira Nichole8 years ago in Horror
Gigans
Deep within the forest of Gigans there stood twin mountains. Deep within the mountains lived a giantess and her sister. They had short strands of golden locks and sky-blue eyes. If not for their enormous size, these women would be beautiful to men, but their need for human flesh made them more monster than beauty.
By Jessica Briggs8 years ago in Horror
The Dog
After returning home from working late, Mack took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator before sitting in his recliner and turning on the TV. Watching a show about wolves, Mack began to think of what it would be like to hang around with wolves. It's been feeling quite lonely since his dog died not too long ago. He then thought of getting another one in the morning. After finishing his bottle, Mack leaned the recliner back and closed his eyes. Eventually, he began dreaming. In his dream, he stepped out from his house to go for a walk but stopped when a silver-grey wolf came out of the woods nearby. His breath shuddered with excitement as he watched the wolf sniff the ground. His eyes explored the wolf's body, mesmerized by the color of its fur, the hazel color of its eyes, and the fangs.Feeling overwhelmed with excitement, Mack began howling as loud as he could, drawing the wolf's attention towards him. The wolf began making a rather strange sound as if it was yelping and coughing at the same time while twitching its head in an odd way. It stopped just as Mack finished howling. Confused for a moment, Mack howled again, hoping it would howl with him this time.Again the wolf twitched its head and began making that sound again before it stopped so suddenly and rushed at him, this time barking and snarling. Mack quickly rushed back inside and shut the door, hearing a loud thump. He heard the wolf snarling and clawing at the door, attempting to break in.He looked through the door window as the wolf continued leaping at the door. Its eyes began glowing red as it bared its fangs at Mack. He moved away from the door, scratching his head in confusion. The wolf began to whimper and the scratches on the door grew less and less. Everything began to fade to black but the whimpering and the scratches continued.Mack opened his eyes and saw that he was still in his recliner. He heard the whimpering and soft scratches coming from the front door. Getting up, Mack walked over to the door, peaked through the window, and saw that on the porch was a big, black dog. The dog whined and softly scratched the door. Mack then opened the door and knelt before the dog. "Hey," he said softly. "Where did you come from?"The dog hung its head low and uttered a low whine. Mack then touched its muzzle gently and lifted its head, seeing that its eyes were closed. "Everything will be alright," he said to it. The dog opened its eyes, revealing two red glowing eyes similar to the wolf's from Mack's dream. Mack pulled away, gasping as he looked at its eyes. Suddenly, the dog bared its fangs, snarling, before it lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. He kept his hand against its throat, struggling as it snapped its jaws at his face. When he got the chance, Mack used both hands to throw the dog off him and began crawling quickly towards the table where his shotgun lied.He fell forward, screaming in pain, as he felt a sharp piercing feeling in his tendon as the dog bit deeply into him. The dog aggressively began pulling him away from the table and towards the door, growling. Mack screamed, more in fear than in pain now, as he helplessly struggled to get away from this dog. He couldn't believe how strong this dog is as it pulled him closer to the doorway, scaring him even more. As he came through the doorway, he grabbed hold of the door frame and tried hanging on for dear life as the dog pulled much harder now, its fangs digging deeper into him. He lost his grip and he slid into the night, his screams fading into the darkness.
By Michael Hawkins8 years ago in Horror
Angels & Demons
A crazed look filled Roy’s eyes. It was the same look that always over took those eyes when Roy told one of his stories. I suppose ‘crazed’ wasn’t the proper term for such an expression, but it was a sort of excitement, inner hopefulness that encompassed his entire appearance.
By Mercedes Martin8 years ago in Horror
Haunting Me Part 4
Four rapid pounds rocked the house. Four more came, thundering through the door and vibrating the walls. I heard the racking of a shotgun to my right; it was Joe, taking aim at the door. I looked at the window and didn’t see the black-eyed inmate anymore. Joe raised the gun to his shoulder, lined up the sights and put his finger on the trigger, beginning to squeeze. “WAIT!” I yelled. Another rapid fire of four knocks came, but softer, not as earth shattering as the first two. “CITY POLICE!” a voice yelled from the other side.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
