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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.
Into the Woods: A Night of Terror!
It was a perfect weekend for Jack, a 17-year-old teenager, and his mother's best friend, Lisa, as they decided to camp out in the woods to escape the city's hustle and bustle. They packed their camping gear, picked up some snacks and headed out towards the woods.
By Muhammad Waheed3 years ago in Horror
The Old Man's Lair
Title: The Old Man's Lair 1: A Stormy Night It was a dark and stormy night. Sarah had just finished her shift at the hospital and was driving home on an unfamiliar road. The rain was coming down in sheets, and the wind was howling, making it nearly impossible to see. Sarah's heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to navigate the winding road.
By VISHNU FACTS 3 years ago in Horror
Entrapped
A nightmare in my mirror The mirror showed a reflection that was not my own. They'd done this to me, changing everything. I move closer, inspecting; my nose no longer has the slight bump from when my brother hit me with a softball while playing in the yard; my long blonde hair is now short and dark, cut into stylish layers; my eyes, the strange purple colour that always set me apart and made others stare are now a ubiquitous shade of blue; the shape of my eyes has changed as well, they used to be large round saucers, and now they have taken on an oblong shape; my cheekbones are higher, more visible and my chin now has a soft point versus the flat heart shape I had before. I reach up and touch my face in awe, my fingernails are painted and filed to a perfect pink, and there are no more callouses; they now exhibit the hands of a woman who has never had to work for a living. Instead, I appear delicate and breakable. The clothing they've selected hides my muscular body and the strength in my legs and arms are perfectly covered, creating an essence of ladylike sensibility. My breasts appear to be a cup size larger. I cup them with my hands and feel their full perkiness; that is a nice change.
By A Lady with a Pen3 years ago in Horror
MIRROR|ЯOЯЯIM
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. My hair was very light brown, yet the image in the mirror had black hair. Maybe I was still waking up, and my mind was playing tricks. It was very early in the morning, so that was a definite possibility. Perhaps I was still sleeping, and this was just an odd dream. I think I would know if I was dreaming, though. Just the fact that I was thinking of dreaming was a pretty good sign that I wasn’t.
By Kevin McMechan3 years ago in Horror
A horror love story
Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Rose who fell in love with a mysterious man named Victor. Victor was dark and brooding, with intense eyes that seemed to stare into Rose's soul.He was handsome and exceptionally smart. So many women in the town wanted to date him but he never looked at any of them. Victor was only attracted to Rose he loved her and her smell. Not only this he used to stare at her even without her knowing. Meanwhile, Rose who was already in love with him wanted to be with him so badly. On a rainy day, they met and their love sparked and they started making love with each other. Their romance was thrilling and passionate, but as time went on, Rose began to notice strange things about Victor. He seemed to have a strange power over her, and she could feel his presence even when he wasn't around. She felt totally surrounded by his aura. She felt obsessed with him. Victor loved her in so many ways that Rose forgot everything like her family her work her home.
By bushra azam3 years ago in Horror
To be, or not to be.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Magnified bits and pieces of a face formed within a kaleidoscope of spinning reflections upon splintered glass. The shadows changed the neutral beige into various shades of yellow, clay grey and moss green. Cold heavy clouds pressed down. The rains started. After three years of drought, everyone was still complaining. The parched land would not let the water permeate. There was flooding. The memory of former floods brought a wave of anxiety, suffocation, drowning. Gulping air through my mouth, my senses became sharp. I saw a bluish tinge. It signalled the beginning of the end. Most people shrug their shoulders in resignation, but I was prepared.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Horror







