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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 Book That Consumed Me
As you sit down to read this story, I must warn you that it is not for the faint of heart. It is a story of terror, of what happened to the last reader who didn't take the time to read it. But fear not, dear reader, for you are not that person.
By edward royster3 years ago in Horror
Doctor Winters Forgetfulness Clinic-My Uncle Trapped a Demon
"Mr. Pate, how are you today?" The man sitting across from her looked like he was doing quite poorly. Calling him a man might have been generous, Dr. Winter saw. He was a large teen, probably still in high school, but his face bore the look worn by inmates on death row. Though filled with melancholy, he had none of the trappings that usually accompanied children in their late teens. His arms bore none of the self-harm scars Winter usually found. He wasn't festooned in dark colors or piercings, and even his haircut was unassuming.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Rain. Content Warning.
Content Warning: Cosmic horror, tentacles. A wind had blown in from the sea in the night and brought with it storm clouds that closed over the city with the finality of a coffin lid. Rain waited patiently to fall, the upturned faces of the people scurrying from cover to cover waited anxiously for it, hoping that it would hold off just long enough. One upturned face in particular bit her lip and tried to guess exactly when the clouds would decide to let their load go.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in Horror
Love's Last Stand
She always thought that they were meant to be together forever. They had the kind of love that made people envious. But as time passed, things began to change. He became more distant, less affectionate. She tried to talk to him about it, but he always had an excuse. She knew something was wrong, but she didn't want to face it.
By Sugey Berdugo (sugebr)3 years ago in Horror
The Ride Home
“She was drowning. She thrashed violently against the waves like an animal, but Step-Dad wouldn’t let go. Eventually, the screams stopped and he turned his attention to me. My body was shaking as if an earthquake was happening, his footstep felt that way. He grabbed me by my shirt, I couldn’t resist, my mind had shut down.”
By Blankmarks3 years ago in Horror
Moon and Tide
A salty evening breeze blew gently, though forcefully, out from metronomic push of the tide, across the beach, up through the weedy, lizard-infested dunes, right into Quinten’s smiling face. It was cool; it smelled heavy – it felt nice. Quinten, clichés be damned, loved taking long walks on the beach. He did it lonesomely, however. He loved walking along the shore at night, feeling the lapping froth of the tide swarm around his ankles. He enjoyed using his flashlight – which he always brought along – to spot crabs scurrying frantically from the sand back into the water. He liked looking for starfish and sand dollars. He never kept them, though; he felt bad about killing things pointlessly. He always looked out for jellyfish – he’d had a bad experience once, when he had stepped on a sprawling, beached man o’ war. His foot was never the same – not completely – after that incident.
By Robert Pettus3 years ago in Horror
