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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.
Appalachian Grandpa- The Bone Collector- Part 2
Part 1-https://shopping-feedback.today/horror/appalachian-grandpa-the-bone-collector-part-1 The three of us sat on the back porch, Grandpa and Glimmer seeming to hear every muffled crash from the woods. I could hear them too, and whatever it was sounded like a rhinoceros blundering around out there. I couldn't hear much, not nearly as much as they could, but the fact that I could hear anything was alarming.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Berserker
They came in the night and stole them from their beds. Swords were pressed against their throats. Hands covered their mouths, to suppress their screams. Shackles were clamped around their wrists. Wide-eyed and frightened, women and children were forced from their homes and shoved into wagons. Barred and locked - there would be no escape.
By Flora Nickels3 years ago in Horror
When Aliens Attack!
Zuu scrambled around a dark metal corner, fleeing towards the evac pods. Ze ran desperately, the destroyed and pilfered surroundings blurred partially by the tears- but not nearly enough to mistake the slumped bodies, mangled limbs missing owners . . . and all the ichor everywhere. All around, sirens were wailing and lights pulsed rhythmically- red, black, red, black, silver-
By Delise Fantome3 years ago in Horror
Lost at Sea
Through dense grey fog, a bell tolled for a stranger’s soul. Its heartless note pealing ‘cross the sombre village from westward moors — where spirits darted betwixt gorse and juniper — to the sodden sands of the secluded shore, as the tide turned once more. Momentary silences, a vacuum existing fleetingly between the flat rings of clapper ‘gainst metal, a place for contemplation. Though no sooner had the mind settled than a clank of the bell dislodged it.
By Richard Douglas3 years ago in Horror
The Green Death
My sleepy little town had nothing exciting to do, at all. Keeping myself entertained was a chore. I wasn’t much for school or keeping a long attention span. Hence why my nickname was Flit; I flit from one thing to another like a little hummingbird. My story starts the summer after my senior year. I was so glad to be done with school and could not wait till the fall so I could turn 18. I was born late in the year and my parents opted to keep me with my class. I didn’t really have a party in mind so I pulled out a notebook and started scrawling some ideas.
By Laura (Mea) Carlozzi 3 years ago in Horror
The Gray of Sunset
It happened when I was on my way home from the flea market across state lines. I sell things I make out of junk mostly. The term is Trash Sculptures in the community I belong to, but I never liked that term. Some may call them junk but to me, their treasures. I make all kinds of things from stuff I find at the dump. People, vehicles, animals, whatever catches my eye. They sell pretty good, but not in my home state. I usually end up driving to Sadies Flea Market, one of these huge sprawling outdoor markets in Alabama, to sell my wares. The people there love them, and today was the first time in a while I've come back with anything.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Genre Survey: Southern Gothic
From the muddy brown waters of the Mississippi to the coal black mines in Appalachia, the American South has long had its share of stories best told in the dark. These tales of violence, racial tensions, religious extremism and supernatural horror are often smothered in a humid blanket of delirium and reality-bending nightmarish elements that have haunted the American South for over a century. The artistic genre of Southern Gothic combines these macabre and horror elements along with the evolution of the history and character of the region to create many classic works of literature, art, and music, as well as widely popular movies and television.
By Charlotte Davidson3 years ago in Horror
