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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.
2 Stephen King Short Stories I Bet You Haven't Read
Stephen King has been living rent free in my head lately. I haven't read much of his work, but I do know how much people love what he has written and what he has said about writing...also what he has written on writing. Ha. Ha. Ha. I crack myself up.
By Jay,when I write3 years ago in Horror
Empty
Tomas peered down at the box on his porch, and the box stared back. He leaned against his door, still clutching its knob in his right hand. His shoulder and head hugged around it the way one might do on a winter's night, wanting to look out, but afraid of being cold.
By Sebastian Russo3 years ago in Horror
Yaga
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The forest was in a liminal state: caught between the dying throes of autumn and the birth of winter. A cascade of fiery leaves rode the wind whilst flecks of snow floated softly down onto the dirt track road. The A-frame cabin was of medium size, nestled amongst the trees.
By Mhairi Campbell 3 years ago in Horror
Haunter: Ghost-for-Hire (Chapter 01)
Chapter One The house on Shilbert Lane is priced too good to be true. It’s old, a little rundown, and mossy tufts hang from the gutters and porch railings. Paint peels off like dead skin and the door hinges scream like a banshee. But as much as Jeremy Clive searched during due diligence, the only questionable issue about this long-abandoned house was that some husband murdered his wife in the nineteenth century. The woman’s spirit had since lingered in malice. In other words, superstition cheapened the property. It’s “haunted.” To the practical and agnostic, it's a perfect opportunity for flipping. Jeremy Clive stumbled upon a great investment.
By Christopher Michael3 years ago in Horror
Hidden Containment
Middle of the night on the front porch lays a wooden box that has a history to it, just by looking at it. Living in the middle of nowhere, where the post office or even any online delivery services are unable to reach. No known neighbors close by or any human able to connect with.
By Edgar Romero3 years ago in Horror
Paging Dr. Dickhead
Clanging and high-pitched beeps. Engines flaring to life. Bird song—hesitant at first, but as the horizon lightened, a babble that deepened into an outright racket. The rhythms of a society that gave NO SHITS about the poor folks who had worked a brutal shift the night before.
By N.J. Gallegos 3 years ago in Horror
Lurking Shadows
“They’re coming!” The words echoed in my head, each time grew louder than the former, till it all became a ringing panic. I knew it was far too late for me, but I still had to try. Lungs gulped in fear as my hands stumbled blindly over the strange texture of the peeling walls. The musty stale air clung to my lungs as my feet faltered over the decaying beams that once held the ceiling. Everything before my eyes was inky-black, leaving me nothing but the touch of my hand and the blood curdling screams of agony behind me to guide me out of this mad house. Hysterical laughter bubbled up not too far in front of myself as if they were aware of my presence, laughing at my attempted salvation. It was soft at first, high-pitched almost like a hyena. Although, it also seemed like it was directed away for me, almost like they were going the same direction as I.
By Nesryn Fletcher3 years ago in Horror
Six Degrees of Death
You may be well aware that death lurks in every corner of every room, of every building, of every closed and open space. What you may not be aware of is that death himself does not actually cause individuals to die. People cause it themselves and it spreads like an infectious disease.
By The Yodeling Pineapple 3 years ago in Horror
