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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.
Green tea
It is 6:00 am, no one is at work for another hour, except for me and a few others who were sent here to serve. I go to the room where morning meetings occur and I start my cleaning immediately, I sterilize the surfaces, vacuum, put new flowers, I even start on the morning coffee. Here at firm, everyone has their own preferences and it is quite complicated: black coffee, coffee with sugar and milk, cinnamon, pumpkin spice, the list goes on. However, there is one cup of green tea I serve every morning and it is for her, Meredith, tall, blue-eyed girl who always wears clothes which make other people look at her twice. I don't look twice, I look a million times. Every time we are not in interaction I pretend I work, but I secretly look at her. She makes me experience weird things I can't quite describe and don't get with anyone else.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
Peter Bishop's Last Inheritance
Part I Oh, what treacherous fate befell the once great Mr. Peter Bishop. A man of eight-and-twenty, he was believed to arise to great fortune beseeching a gentleman of high society. His features were quite handsome, and his physique promised good health, vitality, and strong heirs. Indeed, Mr. Bishop was prized a good match for any young maidens on the prowl of an advantageous marriage.
By Stephanie Maldonado3 years ago in Horror
MEGAN: A Robotic Doll That Will Do Anything For Katies Love
Clear out Chucky, for M3GAN is your new contest, and she is 1,000 strides in front of you! In the event that the entire dreadful doll business with the meandering red-headed executioner and Annabelle wasn't sufficient, the approaching year will see another, but a more developed toy, fueled not by otherworldly spirits but rather by cutting-edge advanced mechanics and computer-based intelligence, she makes certain to alarm you to the pieces.
By Sabina (Sabs) 3 years ago in Horror
Through the woods
Saturday, September 28th, 1985... Walking home from town, drunk, late at night, was as common place for Mike VanSickle, as was hitch hiking into town to party with his friends in the first place. Usually he'd walk the distance along the main road and stick his thumb out to any car coming along. Unfortunately, at 3am. on a Saturday night, cars were few and far between. More often than not, he'd have to walk the seven miles on the dark unlit country road, until he reached foot sore and exhausted, at his parent's driveway. Tonight was different though, because the late summer humidity had condensed into a thick, impenetrable fog. Mike knew from experience that trying to thumb down a car in this kind of fog was practically impossible. The cars would blind him with their high beams and the drivers wouldn't even see him walking backwards along the shoulder with his thumb out until the last second. He'd almost been run down a few times and knew for a fact that he'd also scared the shit out of more than one late night driver, as he materialized out of the gloom, in their headlights at the foot of a hill. So tonight he'd decided to take the railroad tracks into town.
By Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction. 3 years ago in Horror
She is a Constellation
Where the beginning meets the end, there was a universe. A constellation of everything that ever was and everything that ever will be; imagine it. Imagine everything always all together running at you faster than the speed of light, imagine eons in a moment, time nothing but putty in her hands, billions of lives and stories are simply a stalled blink, imagine her. There is nothing to say and there never will be anything to say, she is the final word. She has created time and she is time, a force so magnificent she surrounds suns, her trailing gown an array of astronomical anomalies.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
Fish haven't any Feelings
My wife walks down the hall and asks me to put my hand in her pocket. I comply. She's asking what the day has given -- more specifically "If [I] know what [I] have been given?" For all the fresh air, unlimited clothes drying on the line, and the beauty of a sand yard.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
A True Gift
I still remember the day we decorated the house. I was ten and it was two weeks before Christmas. I remember that I felt like a long journey of waiting and despair will finally come to an end. A new year was about to begin, and all of the bad memories will become the past as they never happened. I was looking forward to my presents. I was about to receive not only the gifts but also the strong feeling of being loved and cared for. Since I'm the youngest in the family, all of the family members would give me a gift one way or another. Sometimes it was a cookie or a hug but it was always there. I was the only center of attention and it was feeling good.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
