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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 Evil Tree
It all began with a tall, old oak tree. Mr. Martin was a farmer, and he had a small farm on the outskirts of town. He had been living there for many years, and he had a fondness for the old tree. He admired its weathered beauty, its twisted branches, and its gnarled roots. Daily, he used to come near the tree and touch it with his fingers, enjoying the smooth feel.
By Ahamed Bilal3 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Blackwood Manor
Introduction : John, Steve and Diana were three teenagers who were always up for an adventure. They had heard about the abandoned Blackwood Manor, located on the outskirts of their small town and were determined to explore it. Little did they know, their curiosity would lead them to a night of terror they would never forget.
By Steve R. Anderson3 years ago in Horror
Good Luck
One day while walking through the streets with her skateboard in hand and punk rock playing in her headphones, fourteen year old Kate saw a cat. A black cat with blue eyes. Kate had hyperfixated on and studied cats and knew that it was uncommon for a black cat to have blue eyes. She crouched down and put her hand out. The cat looked at her hand and noticed the small crystal in it. The cat approached closer and took the crystal into his mouth. The cat looked into Kate’s deep brown eyes and nudged her hand. Kate pet the cat’s head and kissed his head. She picked up the cat and held him in her arms. Kate stared at the cat and thought of a name, “Mochi” she said aloud. She placed the cat into her sack and started skating home. Mochi sat contently playing with the crystals in her bag. When she got home she yelled, “Mom i’m home!” and continued to her room in the basement. Not to her surprise when she got into her room she was greeted by her boyfriend sitting on her bed, reading. “Hi Quinn look what I found.” She let Mochi out of her bag and onto her bed. Mochi approached Quinn slowly to sniff his feet. “Mochi thinks you have stinky feet.” Kate chuckled. Quinn’s eyes lit up, “Mochi? That’s such a cute name! You’re the best girlfriend ever.” and he pulled Kate onto the bed and held her in his arms. Kate sighed and wished Mochi and Quinn could stay here forever. She knew sooner or later Mochi would be sent outside again. She held Mochi tight while Quinn kissed her cheeks and neck. She giggled, “Quinn stop! I need you to take care of Mochi.” Quinn stopped and let go of her. “Take care of Mochi? Are you sure? You just found him.” Kate raised her eyebrow surprised that her boyfriend would doubt Kate’s ability to take care of them both. “Please Quinn” She said while flashing her puppy dog eyes. “Alright fine but only because I love you” He turned to Mochi and booped his nose, “and you too.” Kate stood up abruptly and kissed Quinn’s forehead. “Want to go to the store?” Kate asked and Quinn nodded and got off Kate’s bed. “Let’s blast.” said Quinn and he put his shoes on and grabbed Mochi. Kate grabbed her skate board and hopped on. She handed Quinn his skateboard and started skating. “Kate! How do I hold Mochi while skating?” Kate turned around and said “Sorry! Let me grab him so I can put him in my bag.” When Kate and Quinn arrived at the pet store the door rung when she walked in and set Mochi on the ground. Quinn started looking at clothes for cats and Kate pulled him over to the food bowls. “Which ones do you want?” She asked as Quinn browsed the selection. “I like this one.” He said while pointing to a bowl with cat ears. “Cute!” Kate said and grabbed one for water and one for food. “Do you think he needs a collar?” Quinn asked but instead of Kate responding Mochi responded with a mow. “Sounds like he does.” Kate said. Kate proceeded to grab a crystal out of her bag to give to Mochi but he refused it. “Aww c’mon Mochi I need you to hold this for me.” He hissed and walked away. “That was weird.” Quinn said while holding a costume for Mochi. “Quinn! He might be able to sense good crystals from bad!” Kate whispered making sure Mochi couldn’t hear. “Wow that’s bold of you to assume, Kate.” Quinn teased. Kate scowled and blushed, “I dunno. It seems odd that he has blue eyes.” Kate continued. Quinn listened but decided to change the topic. “Where is Mochi?” Quinn asked and left the aisle. Kate followed while calling Mochi’s name, “Mochi! Mochi!” Quinn appear holding Mochi. “Got him” He said triumphantly. Kate kissed both of them on their heads and proceeded to checkout. “A collar, bowls for food and water, cat food, cat bed, cat toy” The cashier said while putting the things into a bag. Quinn looked at Kate and she grinned. “Hey can I stay at your house tonight?” Quinn asked. Taken off guard and blushing Kate replied, “Oh uh sure, you can stay in my room” Quinn grinned and kissed Kate’s cheek. “Thanks, love.” Kate loved it when Quinn called her love.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
Monster Under My Bed
The exact details are hazy. I was in college, my junior or senior year, and it was a creative writing class. We were in the computer lab that day, working on our personal essays, but many of us were stuck. “Take a snapshot from your life,” our professor told us. “Select a good one- a hard one, a happy one. Take your pick. And then write about it. How hard can it be?” Behind the glib tone, however, a smile; he was heckling us, and we returned it with equal fervor. Mock fervor; pretend outrage. Our relationship with him was easy, comfortable. An older man, tall and slightly stooped, he occasionally read us the stories he’d written himself; and sometimes- ridiculously so, now that I think back on it- he’d pass them out for us to read, giant stacks of them, with the option of censored copies (black Sharpie streaked across whole paragraphs); and uncensored ones, rife with…I can’t remember, exactly. Sexual stuff? Gore? What else could it be? So funny how this professor, teaching a college level class, was so parsimonious, even protective. Sweet, really.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
From a child’s mind
The ominous click of the door sealing shut was always the beginning. And Peyton hates it. This is when the monster comes Every night. First, that creepy loud click; then the dark inky shadows creep closer and closer to his bed. He jerked his soft blue flannel blanket over his head and squeezes his eyes tightly shut.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
Stuck
“Don’t look under the bed.” Mom said and gave me a good night kiss. “Why?” I just had to ask. “Your favorite question again. ‘Why, why, why.’ Well, you might find something you don’t want there. That’s why. Good night.” Mom left the room with the door slightly opened so I could see the hallway light. Then again in the morning, the light was always off. That spooked me each time when I thought about it.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
