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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.
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 16
Robert thought he'd hit the jackpot of awesome, cushy jobs. For the past year, he'd made a decent living as a professional house sitter. The work was stupid easy in most cases: just make the house look lived in while the owner was away. Occasionally there was a pet that needed looking after too, or a handful of house plants to keep watered, but overall it was more or less the same every time. All Robert had to do was sit around and watch TV for a few days... and he got paid for it. Most of the homeowners were extra cool and allowed him to help himself to their pantries, as a part of his pay. The long and the short of it was Robert absolutely loved his job and thought he was the luckiest guy in the entire world... that is, until his last job.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
The Last Human Thing
Have you noticed how many people die of cancer in Stephen King stories? It’s not a coincidence. The Master of Horror knows his field. King’s mother died of uterine cancer, so he knows whereof he speaks. If I was going to have one thing in common with Stephen King, I’d have rather had his book sales. But there we go.
By Nico Reznick3 years ago in Horror
The Shrine
Percy’s khaki, 1990 Volvo shook and sputtered laboriously as it made its way up one of the many winding hills of Bloomfield road. It wasn’t late, but it was dark. The overhanging trees blackened the road to the point that only the yellow lines were visible through the wobbling headlights. Two tall, cylindrical speakers sat duct-taped to the dash – bulky, white Hewlard Packards we had secretively stolen from the high-school computer lab. They weren’t great, but they were far better than the Volvo’s stock-speakers. Plus, they had an auxiliary chord that could connect to the Zune – our prized music-playing device. Percy scrolled through his collection of music – one hand on the wheel, the other on the Zune – as the car swerved across the middle lane and back to the right side of the road. He finally settled on Smashing Pumpkins. Cracked through the better, though still imperfect HP speakers, Billy Corgan’s voice rang through the Volvo, out the windows, and into the otherwise silent night. We sang along with him:
By Robert Pettus3 years ago in Horror
If The Father Calls
Susan told me, “If you won’t talk to anybody about it, then write about it.” She knows something bad happened when I was young. She knows it’s the reason I have nightmares all these years later but doesn’t know more than that. And I won’t tell her. I love her too much to tell her. But maybe she’s right. Maybe it’s for the best that I return to the memory of that night. Maybe then the dreams will stop. I’ll try anything.
By Talbot Finch3 years ago in Horror
''To Be What Others Fear'' by Hopefullygoodgramar
Has the painful injustice of your sad situation kindled wrath in your soul? Do you wish to lash out and make the person or persons involved regret all that they've done to you? Do you wish to see them bleed and scream and suffer as you have suffered? Then, my friend, have I got a solution for you. You see, the world is far more mysterious than most believe. With every scientific breakthrough, there are still five more anomalies which the rational mind cannot explain. Beneath the veneer of industry and happiness lie shadows that are deeper, older and more unnatural than can be explained away by a rational mind.
By Mark Emily3 years ago in Horror
The Last Jack O Lanterns
George looked down at the smashed gourds and wondered who could have possibly done such a thing. His father had grown pumpkins in this field for generations, and nothing like this had ever happened. The Fontnoirs had five hundred acres, half of which were just for pumpkins. The East field had been set aside for pumpkin growth, and the jack-o-lanterns on the fence posts around the field had been smashed to bits. Laying in the road, they appeared to have been left as a warning. It wasn't many, maybe fifteen gourds in all, but Daddy looked worried.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Ghost Town
Where the hell am I? I blink as the town before me comes into view through the fog like a bad omen. From the tree line driving in, I can tell that it is average size but nothing spectacular; the apartment complexes in the center are among the biggest buildings there and they don’t look bigger than three stories or so. On the west side, I can see little settlements of suburban homes, roads leading through them, circling into cul de sacs like a 1950s suburbia. On the east side seems to be the residential area where the business happened: banks, restaurants, shops of all kinds. The tallest building is a cathedral of some kind in the middle with a big clock in the side, with the arrow hands showing the time of 12:15.
By Thomas Horan3 years ago in Horror
Trick Or Treat
Chapter One “It was October 31st2018 The Halloween of “2018” and there was this Big Beautiful Home on The Hill it was a Beautiful Home owned by very sweet Nice and Friendly Neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Woodman and The only Big Beautiful Home on a Hill on Hallows Avenue...?”
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis3 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 14
When Judy left home for college, she was eager to finally begin her young life of independence. She'd gotten into the school of her dreams on a scholarship, which her parents were very proud of even if it was a good three states over from her home. Although Judy didn't know anyone at her new school or the new town she would be moving to, she was a fairly outgoing young woman, and confident that she would make many new frends very soon.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Horror
Halloween: ReBorn
20 Years After Halloween Ends. A group of college kids are partying in the Haddonfield Cemetary on Oct 30, 2042, A outsider name Abby Loomis who is deep into witchcraft decided to bring Corey Cunnigham back from the dead to kill the college kids who have tormented her and abused her. The Town has forgotten all about Micheal Myers but Corey Cunningham is a different breed of a killer and he is not Micheal Myers or a wannabe.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Horror
