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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.
The Noise
It was a very rain night in October. A little lad by the name of Alvy had been sitting at the front window on a couch, mesmerized by the the sound of the rain hitting the pavement. "We are headed out soon," yelled Alvy's mother from the top of the stairs. Alvy's parents had a meeting to go to regarding the job that Alvy's dad had just acquired from a man online. It seemed a little weird getting a job from online but if it paid the bills then it was worth something.
By Sleepy Writter8 years ago in Horror
The Crawl Space
“Look, I’m not gonna pay a couple of hundred bucks for some guy to come out here and tell us that he can’t do anything or try to charge a couple grand to fix it. We just bought this house.” Nick and Amy were standing in their kitchen. Nick was leaning against the counter next to the sink. Amy was standing across from him, looking down at the floor just in front of the sink.
By Daniel Carras8 years ago in Horror
Delirious
Chapter One: The Silhouette My name is Jay Mauser. Most of you probably don’t know who I am, and some probably think I’m dead. The truth is, I’m alive bright as day, but my brother isn’t. I’ve been off the radar for ten years, unwillingly imprisoned by an institution for claiming that my family has been murdered by a demon.
By Heather Stoodley8 years ago in Horror
The Bible of Worms
It's time to go back to church. September 12th I was always a bit uncertain in my life devoted to the The Good Book. My pa was too, apparently. It's been a month since Pa passed away and I have been reading through his journal. Turns out he was only pushed to read the Bible because Grandpa didn’t want him growing up illiterate. But Pa always used to complain that no matter how much he bellowed, his sermons only drew half the crowd of Grandpa's. And, frankly, if that is the case, I feel much shame. As my own flock is not but a of third my father's. What could work the town of Lowbog to the righteous God-fearing people they once were?
By Iris St.Lucy8 years ago in Horror
Elf on The Shelf Pt. 1
There used to be an old horror story about an old man that once lived in an old, single-story house. If you lit a candle — even if you bought it from the 99 cent store — he would appear, thinking it was his wife. Apparently, she loved candles; she loved them so much she would sit at the dining table and watch the flicker of the fire until the wick burned out. Two weeks before Christmas the old man — Phil, we’ll call him — decided to have a little fun. He bought the “new and improved” Elf on the Shelf that had two camera lenses in his eyes. He figured he would make a film of all the times it would scare her, and if she talked to it at all, then he'd give it to her for Christmas.
By Alyssa Gammell8 years ago in Horror
The Case of the Living Ghost
Professor Swann wasn’t particularly keen on coffee. He found it way too coarse, and no matter how many nips of sugar he added to it, he found it left a rather bitter taste in his mouth. It certainly didn’t have the refinement of tea, that’s for sure.
By Dan Seavers8 years ago in Horror
