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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.
Back Home
I wish I could say there was something that was odd about the way the night started. It was a seasonably warm April evening, starting to bleed into a cooler night. My dad was sitting in his wheelchair on the back deck looking at the night as it started to settle in. This was one of his rituals. He’d done it since my mom passed away two years ago. He wasn’t lonely in the traditional sense, he had friends that frequently visited him, and he had me, but I could tell he wasn’t the same man since the accident. I guess I wasn’t the same girl either. I wanted to take care of him, to dote over his needs; I guess somehow that gave my life validation. Dad wouldn’t hear of it though. He refused to let me become that person and insisted that I spend time with my friends. Tonight was one such night. Stella was picking me up in a few minutes for a party. I’m not even sure now who was hosting it, if it was Tiffany or Christie or Josie or any one of the endless parade of party girls at my school.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
Likeness
For years, decades even, the thought of something else mimicking you sent chills down your spine. Not another human, or maybe, yes, another human. Mimicking your exact movement at just the right time, in just the wrong way. For some, many, this can be annoying but it takes a special soul to turn that into a panic. Fast.
By Hannah Horror8 years ago in Horror
A Kiss on Dark Lips
Steven’s life was finally going the way he wanted. His enduring battle with breast cancer was over. He survived. Nothing could stop him from feeling victorious. Not even the unrelenting roast sessions by his sister Helen, about being a man with breast cancer. Still very weak, he lays in his hospital bed excited to know what comes after. No more wires attached to his body. No more monitors tracking his every action. No more sickening chemotherapy. No more god-awful hospital food. He was finally ready to live again; and tomorrow's discharge was the start of it all. A fresh start away from the clutches of a cancer-related death.
By Ricardo Santiago8 years ago in Horror
The Origin of 'Sleeping Beauty'—More 'Crime Watch' Than Fairy Tale
We all remember fairy tales from our childhood. They were sweet and cute, had a princess and a prince, a frog and a witch, and they all lived happily ever after. The bad guys always got what was coming to them in the end, but it was never a thing to dwell on. We don't want to sully the happiness by thinking too much about what befell them.
By The Unholy Creeper8 years ago in Horror
I Am Eli
I AM ELI As I walk, I can hear the small branches cracking under my boots. The forest sways and the trees whisper as I’m on my way to kill. I've thought this through time and time again. I have been carefully waiting and planning the perfect time. I have every detail I need to be ready for this kill. She’s single, no family, lives alone, and doesn't attend a college. Pretty much non-existent in any type of community. She has no pets, so there will be no disturbance to me upon entering her home. She lives on the edge of these woods. In fact, I can see her home now.
By Chloe Leininger8 years ago in Horror
The Doctor Is In
Dr. Robert Alaric was a professional plastic surgeon. He helped people perfect the flaws they saw in themselves. It was something that he secretly enjoyed not for the happiness after the surgery, but the misery before. He enjoyed them coming to him depressed and self loathing. He often enhanced that by telling them they were right the body parts they hated were hideous. The truth was the doctor was a twisted person, but they were too caught up in their own hate that they did not catch on to it.
By Bailey Schooley8 years ago in Horror
The Key
My 16th birthday is in eight days. I have been preparing for weeks. Booking the venue, ordering decorations, making the guest list, shopping for food, and of course, many many trips to the mall for the perfect outfit. My name is Eleanor Waldorf. You have probably heard of my last name, but don't think any different of me. I am just a fifteen year old girl growing up in the streets of New York City, worried about my grades and trying to fit in. Don't let me fool you completely, though. It all may sound normal, but it couldn't be farther from it.
By Kaylee DeCollibus8 years ago in Horror
Answers from the Past Part 3
I pulled out picture after picture of different family events from when I was a child. There were newspaper articles of significant events, such as when I was in track and volleyball in high school. I couldn’t believe my grandparents didn’t put this stuff in photo albums. I put the box aside after I put everything back in. I thought to myself, this summer when I don’t have classes, I’ll put all that stuff in albums and scrap book some of it.
By LR Hatfield8 years ago in Horror
