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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.
'Simply Angelic'
She was beautiful; simply angelic. In my line of work, I see lots of different people in & out of the door. Everybody comes here: popular politicians of congressional importance, old ladies in Sunday dresses, fashionable teenagers in the prime of youth, middle-aged men with thinning gray hair & full beards, & even young children not yet old enough to ride a bicycle or tie their own shoes. All of them come here, but she was the first that held my glance so strongly.
By Ronald G. Berklee8 years ago in Horror
Szilagyi/Tepes Reaction to the Movie
I would have done things differently. That Mira/Mirena character? Weak in ways I wouldn’t have been. When she cried and told the movie Vlad not to let her son be taken away? That’s what I mean. I wouldn’t have simply looked on after my son as he went off to fight for a country that had never done anything good for our country, our culture, our very way of life. I would have refused to let go of him until Vlad had fought them off or at least negotiated his freedom. Something.
By Alexandra F8 years ago in Horror
Crimson Peak Reaction
You all know who I am. You all know who I am in this too, and I’m not who you’d expect me to be by my title, my reputation as such a baby-stealing, slut-favoring, sexuality and kink head. Yes, that’s who I am, and my womb is necessarily Purgatory as well. Don’t make me laugh.
By Alexandra F8 years ago in Horror
A Trip Down Memory Lane
I am 24 years old, and five years go today I was diagnosed with narcolepsy. A condition where I feel tired constantly and have "sleep attacks" which is when I suddenly and unexpectedly fall asleep. No matter how much caffeine I inhale. But the case with me is I can either never or at the most hardly remember the last 10-15 minutes. Even if I am only out for a couple of seconds. This is why I have someone attached to my hip every moment of my life. It was not my idea, my parents believed that it was a smart choice and there was no was I was arguing out of that situation. Over the 5 years that I have had narcolepsy, I have had three different people to watch over me.
By Bingo Bango Bongo8 years ago in Horror
Vampires as Nooses, as Vampires
Have you ever felt the need to belong? To be like everyone else? Not have to hide who you were and have someone who would except you for you, with absolutely no conditions? It's a common teenage thing to want to "be normal" but not every teenager was had that feeling for over a century. Life does put certain obstacles in your life that seem like all levels of hell to get through. Most of the time people end up giving up. It's not that simple for me. Even if I wanted to give up, that would be an obstacle in itself. I've traveled the world searching for... absolutely nothing. I've lived around most places people would only dream of visiting. I've had money and love but never have I truly belonged. Not even when I was... alive.
By Andrea Marcus8 years ago in Horror
The Doe
It started out any other December night, just laying in bed and talking about work. She was a writer and I was a general laborer, as she got to stay in the warm house, typing down words, I worked outside in the elements pushing and pulling train cars. Even though we were both different in styles and opinions, it didn't matter any because we both loved each other. Even though I didn't know it, my heart was about to break with the ringing of her phone. When she got finished and hung up the phone, she had informed me it was her father inviting us to Christmas at his place, it wasn't often we got to see him as he was always on the road. It was just a few days' notice, and a distance we had to go, I told her we should go, and we will pack the following afternoon.
By Natasha Dennis8 years ago in Horror
The Story of the Doll
“Mommy, Mommy I want this one!” Little Sally Fling field was given some money to go get what she wanted. When she ran to the register and asked to buy the doll she wanted, the man at the counter said “sweetie, are you sure you want this one? This isn’t a very nice dolly.” Little Sally looked up at the man with big brown eyes and said in a small squeaky voice “I want her. She’s pretty.” The man blew out his cheeks. “Ok sweetie, you can have her, but there is one thing you should know. Never and I mean never leave her on the first step of your staircase before you go to sleep.” How’d you know I had stairs?” Sally asked in wonder. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” With a crooked smile on his lips, the mysterious man leaves Little Sally alone with her new toy. About to explode with excitement, Sally quietly sings to her new friend on the way home. Mommy I’m in the kitchen, Mommy I’m on the floor, Mommy I want more, Mommy I’m hungry, Mommy?! Feed me!” As soon as they get home Sally run’s upstairs to play with her new doll. Around five-thirty Sally has eaten her dinner (with the company of the doll) and taken a bath, now she sits still while her mom attempts to tame the wild forest called hair on Sally’s little head. Looking at herself in the mirror Sally goes over all the freckles that her daddy calls angel kisses. There are a couple surrounding the outline of her thin yet very red lips. Then there is some creeping up her button of a nose. Following them with her eyes she sees a big puddle of them going onto her eye lids. Sally stares at her eyes noticing for the first time how pretty they were, a light brown with a hint of hazel sneaking up from the corners. She then focuses on her very curly, poofy, bright red hair that her mother is trying to put into braids. With a grunt of frustration Sally’s mom ties off the end of the braid and pats Sally’s head to let her know that she is done. Before heading off to bed Sally races down stairs to say goodnight to her daddy and older brother Nathan. Nathan, who is sixteen, absolutely adores his five year old baby sister. He sweeps her up in his arms and smothers her in kisses. Sally, giggling very hard, is handed to her daddy to say goodnight. As soon as her dad pecks her cheek Sally is lifted into the air by her brother, once again. She is rushed through the air like an airplane back up the stairs. At the top of the stairs her mother awaits to tuck her in. Distracted by all the excitement sally forgets her new doll in the hallway.
By Eli Carter8 years ago in Horror
Strigoi: Chapter 2
What does one say about having been raped in front of a group of people in order to get out of a manor one has been stuck in? Yes, I was also the butterfly, though you will laugh at that. I know exactly who were the two real moths, as opposed to the posited two in the movie. If you’ve ever seen anyone beheaded, especially a butterfly, you know what Crimson Peak means.
By Alexandra F8 years ago in Horror
Reality
“Why? Why? Why? Why?” we whisper to ourselves rocking back and forth. Our head is pounding. We try to open our eyes. Everything is still blurry. We can make out a small crack of light from underneath the door, but nothing else. Our eyes are too bloodshot, too watery, and it’s too dark. Food hasn’t come today. Looks like there’s nothing to eat again. We fall asleep.
By Danielle Clark8 years ago in Horror
Strigoi: Chapter 1
What it’s like to be the wife of a count. Boring, stately, expectations of you all day long, ramifications of his decisions as to what to do about the region, two countries warring for control of yours while yours tries to claim its autonomy. Oh, and we had barely enough of an army to pose a threat and only to one side of it, and that was the side that was semi-peaceful since they had good political relations with us via one relative- me.
By Alexandra F8 years ago in Horror
