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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.
Tin Can Sam
I was a child of the late 80s, in a time when kids played on the streets till the street lights came on, and riding your bike through town was as normal as going to the corner store to buy your mom smokes. In fact, the woods seemed to be the only place my dad specifically said was off-limits. The woods seemed to be a boundary for many families, and I never knew anyone who went there willingly.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Cowfield
Timothy Montgomery Born September 2, 2043 Died October 13, 2054 “Muuhhhhhhhhh!” I always screamed so pathetically in my last days. I spent the last few years of my life that way – mooing and shrieking like some sort of domesticated, bovine ape. I knew the cow fields bordering Abry were dangerous – my mother had always made me well aware of that – but I couldn’t help running around out there, in those open spaces. I had to get away from the smog – the muggy, toxic goop of that unnaturally shifting city. The relatively big sky allowed me to breathe; my chest contracted and retracted with pleasure when I was there, as if at least relieved.
By Robert Pettus3 years ago in Horror
MR.Violence: Dracula The FINALE
DRACULA GETS UP FROM HIS SEAT AND SAYS IF YOU KNEW THIS WAS A TRAP WHY DID YOU COME ANYWAY. RAPHAEL SAYS I AM VERY CURIOUS ABOUT YOU AND I WANT TO KNOW THE TRUTH ARE YOU A VAMPIRE OR ARE YOU JUST A MAN WHO JUST LOVES KILLING WOMEN AND CHILDREN EITHER WAY BROTHER YOU ARE GOING DOWN. DRACULA SAYS ME AND VIKTOR THE MAN THAT WAS HIRED TO COME HERE TO DO THE SAME THING HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL THAT YOU WORKING FOR THE SAME MAN WHO THE DOES THE SAME AS ME? RAPHAEL SAYS AFTER I DEAL WITH YOU HE IS NEXT! DRACULA SAYS YOU AREN’T LEAVING THIS ROOM. I AM THE FEAR THAT IS ACCUSTOMED TO AND I AM THE REASON THAT YOU LOCK YOUR DOORS AND WINDOWS.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Horror
A Sunday Stroll
Hatham thought he must be the only man in town to notice the streets grew emptier each day. As he walked along, his grandson’s hand in his, he did not wonder why. He already knew. It was the way of things: kids grew up and left the nest, running off to the city to live in luxury. His own daughter had married local; he’d always regretted that for her. She should have moved off somewhere. Kingsport, or Roanoke. Or even Wytheville would have been enough. This town had no future, and Hatham would know.
By Hunter Wilson3 years ago in Horror
Black Site 7
I'm in the wind, I'm sure I'll be dead by tomorrow, but I need to let people know this thing is loose. I'm an agent with the United States Government, and my station is Black Site 7. I won't tell you my name, it would probably be useless to you, but this was not how I saw my life going. I spent 6 years in Iraq, signed up right after high school. It was nothing like the recruiter told me it would be. I spent eight years in the blistering heat. I hauled my fair share of comrades out of firefights and saw a lot of shit over there that would make ordinary people go crazier than I might be. I've had camel spiders crawl on me while I sleep, watched friends I've known since basic get decapitated through binoculars, burned houses full of insurgents and civilians to rubble, and a lot of other things I don't like to think about. When I was done, they gave me my papers, thanked me for my service, and sent me home.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Hell Of A Guy
These fucking amateurs, Eddie thought derisively, have no idea what they're doing. Eddie was in Hell. No, not Michigan. Hell, as in the biblical place of damnation and endless suffering. And sure, Eddie had known he was going to hell from the time he skinned his first linebacker at age 14- he had prepared himself for an eternity spent burning as he progressed from librarians to underpaid and misinformed museum tour guides . . . he had a pain kink, anyway. He was prepared for eternal torture that outstripped anything that he could do. But, Jesus Christ on a pogo stick he was not expecting this.
By Delise Fantome3 years ago in Horror
Hannah's Labyrinth
She was found with her nose peeking from the earth, like the imprint of some bizarre fossil. Her nostrils flared wildly to draw in air, and the shallow ground heaved and fell with the rhythm of her chest. The gardener, Burt, quickly swept the mud from her face. Last night’s rain had made the clumps of dirt moist enough so that they clung to everything. Even as the larger globs rolled from her cheeks, tinier fragments hung from the ends of her long lashes, below the veils of which her eyes themselves were squeezed firmly shut, refusing to recognise the world.
By Dani Buckley3 years ago in Horror
