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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.
Stingy Jack
Stingy Jack Doubtless, our stories were what drew him in. This was the first real Halloween after our town lifted the Covid restrictions, and most of us were taking advantage of it. My friends and I were probably a little too old to Trick or Treat, but it didn't really matter to us. We made some last-minute costumes and went out to join the kids, though I don't think any of them were fooled. We were thirteen, nearly ready for high school, but they filled our pillowcases nonetheless. Rich was some kind of cowboy, Hank a car crash victim with some red paint and a little makeup, and I had threw on a long cloak from my older sister's costume trunk and some fake vampire teeth to make me look particularly ghoulish and the three of us had hit the street.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Horror
Friday the 13th: Party at Camp Blood
Friday night, October 13th. A few dozen juniors and seniors from Cunningham County high school are partying at Camp Crystal Lake to celebrate the local legacy of Friday the 13th and the history of the legend of Camp Blood. Among those in attendance are Dana Steel and her boyfriend Corey Kimmel and their friend Amy Savage and her boyfriend Tommy Booker. The quartet are riding in Amy’s jeep on their way to the secluded area of Crystal Lake for a night of chaos, perhaps more than which they bargained.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Ivy House: The Ghostly Push
In the quiet, picturesque town of Willow haven, nestled within a dense forest, there stood an old, ivy-covered mansion known as Ivy House. For generations, the mansion had intrigued and terrified the townsfolk. The house's history was rife with tales of tragedy and mystery, but the most chilling legend of all was the story of the "Ghostly Push."
By Aljon Pasilan2 years ago in Horror
The Terror in the Attic. Content Warning.
The ancient Victorian mansion at the end of Willow Street had always stood in eerie solitude, its steep gabled roof and arched windows throwing menacing shadows that sent shivers down the spines of neighborhood children. It was rumored to be haunted, but no one could substantiate the stories until Emily, a curious adolescent with a penchant for the occult, moved there.
By Destiny Diamond2 years ago in Horror
Do What You Must
“Ellimini, Griefa, Aborri, Incindi. Sisters! Elimini! Griefa! Aborri! Incindi! Speak the words!” Circia commanded. Each witch clasped their fingers to the outstretched hands on either side. Our voices were our own, day in and day out, to command those around us with charms and enchantments, but during ritual, they were on loan to the Coven. My lips moved on their own, and I wished for a moment's respite, to swallow, wet my tongue and cease the uncomfortable feeling of sand stuck to the inside of my mouth. The hood of my robe obstructed my vision slightly. It was too big for me, or rather, I was too small for it. I didn’t need to see everything though, over the chorus of our refrain I could hear Esme’s screams loud and clear.
By M.A Rector2 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Hollow Manor
The wind whispered through the ancient trees as the moon cast an eerie glow upon Hollow Manor. The old mansion stood tall and imposing, its windows shattered and ivy crawling up its decaying walls. For years, it had sat abandoned, a relic of a forgotten time.
By Rey Writer2 years ago in Horror
Tale of Toby
Tragedy at the Manson Mansion CHAPTER 1 Droplets of water quickly rush down the dark marble grave as sheets of rain spread across the vast cemetery. A young boy with a blue raincoat too long for himself stands unaffected by the rainstorm staring intently at the grave marked “Tobi.” The boy is holding a soggy black stuffed cat with a loose right arm, the string that held together the limb to the body showed it must have been stitched back together on countless occasions. The child slowly walks closer to the grave, kneeling in the moist and soggy ground right before it. Placing the black stuffed cat on top of the grave he drags his fingers across the engraving. Leaning his forehead against the marble he whispers,
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Horror
