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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.
Quark
Kyle always combed yard sales. On Fridays he’d cruise the streets, eyes peeled for hand-lettered signs; one couldn’t count on the Internet alone. Some people just eschewed technology, saying the old ways are the best ways. Most ticked the box of the over-seventy age group on their Census forms. Silver-headed wonders, painstakingly writing checks at the grocery store, completely oblivious to how goddam inconvenient they were being. Those were the same folks that staked out a sign advertising weekend yard sales.
By N.J. Gallegos 3 years ago in Horror
Graveyard Bet
The greatest regret of my life is to have accepted that stupid, devastating, and chaotic bet. But who could have ever thought, in their right minds, that something so bizarre could actually happen? We have been a group of six buddies ever since school. We went to the same high school and even college, hanging out at bars, each other’s dorm rooms, and university cafeterias. College was about to end; we would be mature adults soon, with proper jobs and responsibilities. Some of us were even engaged. Instead of easing into this new way of life, we thought our carefree, goofy, and leisurely days would soon be behind us. Something began to stir in our group, an aching desire to do reckless things, perhaps one small adventure in stupidity, just to feel alive. In this spirit, the fateful bet came into existence one evening.
By Fezan Javed3 years ago in Horror
Gum Shoe Blues
Gum Shoe Blues I'd been working at this thrift store for about a week before I stumbled across the box. I say working, but it's more like volunteering. I'll save you the gory details, but needless to say that I screwed up after a night of drinking and ran into a bus stop with my car. Thankfully it was three am. There was no one in it, and the judge decided not to ruin my life over a mistake. He gave me community service and told me that it better never happen again. This was ideal since, as a college student, I don't have a lot of money. I also couldn't afford to get kicked out of college for going to jail either. So, with thirty-six weeks of community service to serve, I sat about working for my local thrift store, Charlies Second Chances.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
A FEAR OF GOD
CHAPTER 1: The GOD VOICE Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I would disagree. Does a tree make a sound if it falls, especially if no one is around to hear it? Or is it so far out in the wilderness – so far from civilization, so far removed from our conscious awareness… That does it even matter? I think you’d have bigger problems if you find yourself knowing the answer to this.
By Michael Lehmann3 years ago in Horror
Playing with dolls
I like to think that I’m your average 26-year-old male, I like the ladies, video games, sports and so on. I’m just a little different. I like to play with dolls. You know what I mean, don’t kid yourself. I like to make them date, go out, have a normal life just like us. Make them into real people, if you know what I mean. Pose them the way I want, make them do whatever I want. We all have our own god complex; this is the way I handle mine. Now don’t misunderstand what I’m saying, I’m not crazy or a homo or anything like that. It’s just that I have my own way of dealing with life and its downfalls. Not that I promote my lifestyle or anything of that nature, but it just seems to have always worked for me.
By James Howell3 years ago in Horror
Whispers From the Stars. Runner-Up in New Worlds Challenge.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But no one mentioned anything about the whispers. When we first sighted Venta 614, we thought we had discovered paradise. Our Gaia Probe had sent back signals of optimum habitability. A planet, not only similar to the one our ancestors had originally called home, but one flourishing with more nutrients and resources than we could have imagined. It was like a dream, though dreams often reshape themselves into something else entirely.
By Allen Vale3 years ago in Horror
My God
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But this astronaut was hearing them filtering through the static of the intercom. She was too afraid to move so she sat still curling her fingers around the cold metal of a crucifix that hung preciously down in front of her throat, offering her some comfort. The astronaut closed her eyes and muttered a prayer under several deep heavy breaths.
By R.M. Marsh3 years ago in Horror
All Systems are Go...For Doom!
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say..." The words of my old Captain rang through my head as claxons screamed an alert in the dead of night, any traces of sleep wrung mercilessly from my body as I was flung unceremoniously into the ceiling of my cabin as the Artificial Gravity cut off. Crimson lights strobe as I drag myself through ZeroGee to the communications panel by my Door.
By Daniel Hepler3 years ago in Horror
