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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.
No Answer
The dead walk me like a dog. Attached to me is rusty barbed wire wrapped around each one of my limbs and my neck. For each limb, one of them holds the other end of the wire, and together they walk me like a dog. They're taking me nowhere; we've been walking in an endless tunnel of darkness for a long time. It sounds like our footsteps echo a hundred times over. The darkness is so thick I can't see anything beyond us. It's disorientating, like being lost in space. I never know where my next step will take me. Will I fall into a deep hole? Will I trip into a pile of corpses? I don’t know, and I hate that I don’t. It’s so cold I can see my own breath when I exhale, and the barbed wire feels like sharp icicles stabbing me. I feel like I will drop dead anytime now from Hypothermia.
By CotardDelusionz3 years ago in Horror
Haunter: Ghost-for-Hire (Chapter 02)
Read Chapter One Here Chapter Two There you have it, life of a Ghost-for-Hire. I’m Haunter, deader than a coffin nail or however that old saying goes. Now, I’m sure, dear reader, you’re dying to hear about the ins-and-outs of the afterlife and learn what it’s like after you close your mortal eyes for good. I mean, it’s the speculation of the millennium that philosophers and scholars, poets and writers, theologists and gurus have spent countless hours stewing over, so I’m going to share with you my afterlife story for the hell of it.
By Christopher Michael3 years ago in Horror
"Government Spy Becomes Plaything of Malevolent Shadow Creature"
Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a government spy who lived a life of secrecy and deception. His job was to infiltrate the inner circles of enemy governments and gather sensitive information that could be used against them.
By Anders Tintin Doan3 years ago in Horror
"Demonic Baby Found Lurking in Abandoned Hospital"
The sound of the baby's cries echoed through the empty corridors of the abandoned hospital. As I crept through the darkness, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. Suddenly, I heard a faint giggle coming from the nursery.
By Anders Tintin Doan3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys- Pt 1- December 12th- Stekkjarstaur
That night was the first night, and the first time I'd ever even seen one of them. My brother and I were out in the sheep shed, warm amongst the flock. Sheep are pretty important out here, and at Frjósöm Skref, they make up most of their livelihood. The farm has cows, two of them, and we were making strides with what Olf called "Hot House Growing", but the sheepfold was still their biggest priority. Iceland doesn't really have any predators, but sheep are not the smartest creatures. My presence here was to make sure that one of them didn't wander off in the middle of the night and freeze to death out in the cold. Sheep seemed to be continually looking for a way to accomplish this; a hole in the wall or a separation between the dirt floor and wall to scoot under. That's why they needed to be watched.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys- Prologue
To say that this has been a trying few weeks would be an understatement. I've seen some things I can't explain, I've seen my home invaded by things I never really believed in. I've played host to forces outside my control, and I paid the price. It has brought us closer, my brother and I, and closed a gap that I didn’t even know existed. Even so, I’m not sure what sort of psychological damage it may have done to him in the process.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
56 West Tree
Jeff had been a police officer for the small town of Briare for six years. The town had a population of about seven thousand and positioned as they were in the North Georgia hills, they didn't get a lot of tourist traffic like some towns in the area. Blaire got its share of Leaf Lookers, people in vans or SUVs who come up to see the leaves change and clog up traffic for a few months, but they were usually gone by mid-November or early December. They blew away with the leaves, and Blaire was left as sleepy and quiet as usual. The town had a Walmart, as all towns do, six restaurants, two chain restaurants and four local spots, a hardware store, two gas stations, two red lights, and a small main street area sporting a dozen little shops. Briare had a combination k through twelve school, and the Briar Thorns hadn't gone past the local division since Clay Jackson took them to state in the late nineties. It was a small town that rarely needed the four deputies who assisted Sheriff Whitacker in the day-to-day protection of the town.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Down Below
“Of course Mom. I’m always careful, my door is always locked, and I still sleep with a knife under my pillow.” I shuffled my grocery bags in my arms while balancing my phone under my ear. My mom began listing crime statistics on the neighborhood like I could afford to move anywhere nicer. “Listen mom, I gotta go. I’m trying to balance groceries and I need a free arm.” She pleaded again for me to not draw attention to myself as if that was all I do. In her mind, I am wearing flashy outfits that scream “Hey everyone! Come steal all my belongings then leave me for my parents to find on the side of the road!”
By Grace Gettys 3 years ago in Horror
