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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.
From the Sink
He came to the bathroom early that morning, not realizing at first why he felt such a strong urge to relieve himself. Then, as his feet made contact with the floor tiles of his small apartment, something very strange occurred. The tiles began to shake violently beneath his bare feet. He didn’t understand what was going on, but he knew something was wrong, so he hurried into his bathroom and shut the door behind him.
By Jake Courtney4 years ago in Horror
Dreams Are Not Enough
Except in dreams, you’re never really free. -Warren Zevon Three weeks ago, my job laid me off, with two weeks’ pay in advance, and an invitation for rehire after this whole pandemic blows over, which I guess was nice of them. When I first got the email, I kind of wished they had just let me go entirely, instead of hanging me over a cliff for however long this quarantine lasts. Two weeks’ pay will last me almost exactly that long, after rent and groceries. If they had fired me outright, I could have started looking for another job right away. Now I’m hamstrung by the email. I definitely sensed an implicit expectation that I’d come back. But I guess I should be thankful. So many folks are out of work and out of money now. So many are dying. I am young and I am healthy. I’m doing fine and I know it.
By John Merino4 years ago in Horror
Inside These Walls
Detective Emma Davis was assigned to investigate the death of an old woman. Detective Davis believes the old woman is missing due to the location of the abandoned building that took place in an abandoned building. She followed her intuition and concluded that she was dealing with something more than just an accidental case.
By Anthony Dezenzio4 years ago in Horror
Chocolate Coated Peanuts
Frankie started off in a happy home, cute family, happily married couple with 2 beautiful daughters. Well what appeared to be a happily married couple, the perfect household but something changed. Geoffrey the father decided to give up his addiction to chocolate coated peanuts, his obsession was apparent, they were always on his mind, the glossy finish on the chocolate domes, the hidden crunch of the peanut, it was all he wanted. First, it was on his mind, all the time, then began the cold sweats, hot flushes rushed through his body like a trophy housewife holding onto her youth going through menopause, his hands would shake. Full withdrawals kicked in and with that his mind, his emotion, his soul became withdrawn from reality. Distant, angry, brewing, day after day he thought of the chocolate coated goodness he once enjoyed, it was all on his mind. The rhetoric changed, voices became louder in his mind, “you’re wife Dolly did this “, “Dolly took the peanuts away from you”, “Dolly wants to see you in pain”, his memory clouded, this was his decision, earlier in the year Geoffrey completed a charity 24 hour fast to raise money for flood victims in the Sahara and recognised his addiction, identified it and wanted to change it. The voices became louder, shouting, screaming “DOLLY TOOK THE PEANUTS AWAY FROM YOU, DESTROY HER”! At first he ignored them, but he could not escape the voices, the peanuts, he began to see them everywhere. Geoffrey notice the peanuts in the ads on his favourite shows, random peanuts packets left in the dairy isle, laughing at him, taunting him. Until one day he came home, hands shaking, sweat groping to his back, his shirt pressed against him, it’s a cold winters eve to find Dolly with her daughters Josephine and Bindi eating chocolate peanuts, Frankie on his favourite chair watching the glamorous trio laughing while enjoying their fathers favourite snack. This was enough for Geoffrey to snap, he grabbed the kitchen knife and began slashing, left, right, left, right, Dolly’s face gushing, severed open by the gleaming silver blade now dripping in blood, Bindi screams, while Josephine finds herself shaking in a pool of her own piss, the chocolate peanuts once in her hand had fallen to the ground, now with a gloss finish from the young girls urine. Geoffrey turns and lunges forward, shoving the blade into his youngest daughter, ripping it out and slicing the neck of a girl who once filled his heart with love. Geoffrey stands there, blood dripping from his face, he had severed an artery when he took the life from Josephine's fear frozen body. Geoffrey grabs a single chocolate coated peanut, he places it in his mouth and chews slowly, savouring each moment but he feels nothing, the taste was not what it once was, with his family now dead the one thing that could bring him joy fills him with nothingness, empty, an abyss. He turns the blade to his wrist, cutting deeply vertically into his arm and watches as the blood drains from his body….
By Shaun Botica4 years ago in Horror
The Passenger
I gasped, waking up in a cold sweat. My eyes still closed, I could feel a gnawing in the of my stomach. No pillow, no fleece throw tucked under my toes, just my warm cheek plastered to cool pleather. I noticed a low rhythmic hum, a vibration. I could feel it in my hands and my face where they made contact with the seat I was sprawled out on.
By Kim Loostrom4 years ago in Horror
3:02 AM
The closing credits of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre unfurled on the den TV screen. Not that any of the girls paid them any mind. If Leatherface wasn’t capering about menacing unsuspecting visitors, who cared about some dumb list of names? Clara’s dog, Zander, rooted under the couch, desperately searching for dropped popcorn. While the girls watched the movie, he’d sat near the couch’s tattered arm, putting on his best I’m-starving-to-death-and-no-one-cares expression each time someone plunged her hand into the overfilled bowl. Zander lived for nights like this and when Clara’s friends piled into the house, he shook his body with such force, he nearly toppled over Clara’s grandma’s ashes that lived in the urn in the foyer.
By N.J. Gallegos 4 years ago in Horror
