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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.
Sleep Attacks
For as long as I can remember I have had bad night experiences. My name is Asher and I’m writing these experiences down before I lose the memory holding them. The earliest experience I can remember was when I was three years old living in Kansas. I was sound asleep in my pastel blue room with my Scooby-Doo night light by the door. The little three-year-old me was all snuggled under a fish covered blanket. I don’t remember what exactly woke me from my dream, but I remember the man at my door. His shoulders were wide, and he resembled a shadow. The pure fear that flooded over me and the vulnerability I felt when I tried to move and scream but couldn’t. I felt hopeless and every night he’d get closer. The panic I felt seemed to increase each night that he would move closer. I’d always close my eyes and just wait until the sun would peek into my room.
By Alyce Crane8 years ago in Horror
Haunting
“I’m telling you, horror movies just aren’t scary anymore!” I say, giggling as we walk in through the door. “Come on, you can’t tell me that there weren’t a couple jump scares in there that got you.” My friend Lizzy argues. “I know for a fact I felt you jump.”
By Shera Prague8 years ago in Horror
It Was a Bad Day for a Bad Kid
Richard Durn was a bad kid; he always had been. He was the third child out of four: two older brothers and a baby sister. His siblings were of an easy nature, sweet children who were about a year apart from each other. But, as his own family often said, when Richard was born the powers that be not only broke the mold, they burned it and buried it. The kid was born rotten.
By Deirdre Jackson-Head8 years ago in Horror
Don't Fear the Reaper
Various shades of green and brown raced by as her blonde hair swayed back and forth, her hazel eyes focused ahead on the path. A deep howl filled the silence and then suddenly – it was quiet. She stood alone, heart racing and glanced around. “Boo!” He jumped up behind her.
By Rebecca Angliss8 years ago in Horror
Eggs
The rain poured down outside. April showers drenched the outside world, blessing the fertile earth. The drops pounded against the cheap tile roof. The house was dark throughout. A single solitary wall lamp was lit in the kitchen. In the living room, which the kitchen opened into, sat a middle-aged woman in a big, brown, leather chair that had a small tear on the back.
By Amanda Rose8 years ago in Horror
Tick-Tock Drip-Drop
It was the day before Halloween and I was stuck working until 10:00 pm. Though no one ever comes in after 9:00, since it is just a costume store. I was getting ready to clean up the place and close up, when this guy in his mid twenties came running in the store and ask if we were still open. I looked at him and then looked over to the clock, and said "Yes, we are still open for another 10 minutes. Is there anything I can help you with sir?"
By Sabrina Le8 years ago in Horror
Madmen in the Dark
When she snuck out of the house tonight to meet him, she was all adrenaline. Now, waiting under the street lamp, she felt the fear she wished would have befallen her earlier. The street was so dark outside the circle of light — her protection. It is hard to believe that with all the wits adults claimed she had, she would ever be seen standing alone on this quiet empty street so late at night. A shiver ran through her — in her hyper rush to leave, she did not think about the sun stealing its warmth with its travels. And to make it worse… he was late. How long was she supposed to wait for him before she went tail-tucked back home? Was any guy worth this? Even Paul? She closed her eyes and imagined his face. Such perfect blue eyes and the sharp curve of his jaw… She could stay a little while longer perhaps. If his face couldn’t convince her, the thought of making the walk back to her apartment alone would.
By Amy Jourdan8 years ago in Horror
