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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.
Don't Eat West Virginia Honey (Part 3)
Part 1 Part 2 As soon as I graduated high school, I got the hell out of Gramercy. After Clay... changed, I became a shut in. I never left my room, but I ended up obsessed with audio video stuff. I convinced my parents to send me to summer camps, and it was the only time I could ever relax. During my senior year, I pieced together a shitty little documentary, and sent it off to UCLA as my application, I was lucky enough that they took me in and I ended up studying film. Although, quite frankly, I would have done just about anything to get out of that hellhole. Part of me just wanted to forget it all. I thought if I ignored it that maybe then Clay, the bees, Peaches, it would all just go away.
By Isaac Shapiro8 years ago in Horror
Don't Eat West Virginia Honey (Part 2)
Part 1 I know I’ve posted before about why you shouldn’t be eating the honey that comes out of Gramercy, West Virginia. I said I’d start from the beginning and go more into detail about what’s wrong with the town. What happened to me in the woods, and what happened to my dog, Peaches, was terrible, but people are attacked by animals all the time. If that was as far as my experience with Gramercy went, I wouldn’t be so desperate to keep people away. You see, what happened to Peaches hurt me deeply, but it was what happened to Clay, the only friend I ever made in that godforsaken hellhole, that terrified me into leaving as soon as I was old enough.
By Isaac Shapiro8 years ago in Horror
Don't Eat West Virginia Honey (Part 1)
I know that Gramercy Honey is kind of a local phenomenon. Award winning at all kinds of local fairs in the West Virginia Appalachia area, and all that crap. But you really shouldn’t be touching the stuff. I haven’t in years. You see, the thing is Gramercy isn’t just a brand of honey. It’s also a town. Yeah, I know you can get all that off the label, and a whole bunch of other feel good artisanal small business bullshit too. But you see, I grew up in Gramercy, and I know its secrets. I know that sounds vague, but it’s true. There are so many things I can tell you, so many cracks in the rural small town facade the town presents, but I’m going start all the way at the beginning. This was the very first time I realized something was very wrong in the tiny little town I grew up in.
By Isaac Shapiro8 years ago in Horror
The Forest
Halloween night. You are walking back from a Halloween party. Children in costumes meander around the street with their parents, and some occasional annoyed older siblings behind them. You ask someone for the time. They tell you that it is 12:24. Your parents told you to be home by 12:30! You thank them and run off. The only way you can get home in time is if you walk through the forest. “Well I guess I have no other choice,” you mutter under your breath as you walk into the woods. The woods, usually calming, appears very creepy tonight. Continuing your walk, whispering can be heard throughout the trees.
By Savannah Collins8 years ago in Horror
The Gaze
Fear. It comes to all things as naturally as air. It is with our first breaths that we know fear; we know it before joy, before sorrow, we are born screaming and scared. To learn to survive is to know fear, we know when to run, to fight, and to give in, all for the sake of fear. The most primal, and natural instinct we possess. Most people live their lives knowing a healthy amount of fear; some of us though, have drowned in fear, and succumbed to its ever piercing talons nearly swallowed by the weight... Fear is my ghost, and it haunts me till this day.
By Lilith Van Hagen8 years ago in Horror
Monster Under the Bed
I am a monster. High in the ranks. The one that assigns the monsters to hide under the beds of kids. There’s a system to how this works: a kid is assigned a young, new monster when they first come home. As they grow up, a new monster is assigned to them. That way, they get a new scare after every stage of life, and the previous monsters can gain new experience by scaring new kids. However, there’s been a changeup in plans and assignments. There’s this one girl who I’ve sent out all of my monsters to, and they keep coming back, crying. I’m the only monster left to try and scare this child.
By Kalista Brown8 years ago in Horror
The REAL Origin of Medusa
I grew up on an island with my sisters, Sthenno and Euryale. Our parents were minor Gods, so we were immortal. We were also completely alone. The island we'd been left on was deserted, though there were buildings that were plainly marked. It was as though our parents had cleared out all of the people before they left us alone. I remember running through the deserted streets as a child, trying to find just one person that I didn't know. I just wanted a friend.
By Jasmine Yingling8 years ago in Horror
Story 1: The Blade
In this world, there will always be things that seen way too... supernatural. For example, the Loch Ness monster, lost city of Atlantis, Hope Diamond, etc.—what I am about to tell you is one of my many adventures and first one of all about how I obtained a forbidden power, and now I'm serving the light from the dark. Here's the deal: I was on the sidewalk when some armored vehicle crashed into a nearby pole. The front of the vehicle exploded and some shrapnel almost hit me. There were about 3 people heavily armored and armed that came crashing out from the back. One of them had a large long case with him. They all looked worried and scared. Also, there was some weird swooshing sound coming from everywhere. It finally came to a stop when a guy came out of nowhere, facing the three scared soldiers. In that ominous-looking guy's hand was a large saber-like thing. His face was covered with a hood and mask. He looked at me with his red eyes. I backed up against a wall, thinking he was about to kill me. But he looked back at the three and made a weird stance. I blinked and he was gone, but so were the heads of two of the soldiers. The other one with the case wasn't moving at first but then he looked at his fallen comrades. He made an angry face and started aiming at the saber-equipped guy. There was big shockwave and I saw the soldier's right arm flying to the side, the saber man's weapon streaked with blood. The soldier fell on his knees, gripping his right shoulder. He looked at me with a determined yet unsure expression. He threw the case at me and told me to run for it, but before he can finish his sentence, he was decapitated. His head landed a few feet away from me, the expression imprinted on it was a sad one. I looked at the man standing there with his bloodied weapon. I don't know why but I was very angry. So angry that I gave out a loud roar, and then the case bursted open with a purple-black aura that surrounded me. I looked around and saw nothing until some sort of sword appeared in front of me. It asked, "Do you want power?" I stared at it, saying nothing. "I am a cursed blade forged by many and used by many. I carried the souls of those who utilized me and those that I slain. I possess forbidden power, power that you can use against the one before you. Now, choose!" the sword boomed. I looked down, contemplating the decision hard.
By Paul Zheng8 years ago in Horror
