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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.

The Collector
Awoken by a rumble, my head tumbled from my shoulder, I caught my kinked neck in my hand. Mumbling conversation, topped with cackling laughter pulled me from the void. My head throbbed, playing to the rhythm of thunderous pistons that reverberated below. I peered through swollen lids, a beam of sunshine ambushed my gaze. A small window merged with my shoulder crept from behind the fading flash bang. Its frame contained muddy green streaks, a thickening forest ahead beckoned questions. An endless tail of black steel, cloaked in billowing smoke, chased me around a bend.
By AAshes4 years ago in Horror
"Where's My Ticket, Anthony?"
It wasn’t the piercing shriek of the steam whistle that woke Anthony. It was the icy grip on his shoulder that roused him from a dreamless slumber. The man towering over him was wearing a wool uniform; its tarnished buttons polished to an impeccable shine. His conductor’s cap was pulled low over his brow, casting a shadow which obscured his face. However, even with his features concealed, Anthony could feel the conductor’s eyes upon him.
By D.J.L4 years ago in Horror
The Dinner Train
A sudden jerk wakes me from my deep sleep. I catch myself before I fall off the red velvet seat. My vision is fuzzy, and my body is weak, but I manage to sit myself up. The bright lights from overhead cause me to close my eyes. I rub them for a moment, hoping it will help them adjust. Where am I? The thought suddenly appeared in my mind. I look around, my eyes now focused. Is this a train? I look out the large window next to me and see the night sky as we zoom down a track. Why would I be on a train? I check my pockets. I can't find my phone or any ticket. I retrace my steps from what I can remember. I walked home from the grocery store down the block. When I got home, I cooked dinner and ate it in bed. I put on a movie, and did I fall asleep? I can't remember. I think someone knocked on the door. My head begins throbbing from overthinking. I need to find someone to talk to. Maybe they can help me figure this out.
By Rebecca Vorasane4 years ago in Horror
No lifeguard on duty
All day it had been hot. The beach was crowded, sticky, stifling—like most places with too many people. You wandered through the day in a daze, agreeing with your companions and drinking ale as blonde as the seabirds perched on the pier. Some of the heat had evaporated with the evening, but your brow was still damp as the dusk sunk into a deep blue. One of your companions, Grant, complained that you should have bought the good-looking brunette at the bar a second round. She smiled at you and made good conversation, and her hair moved over her shoulders like sea foam across the ocean’s surface. You didn’t tell Grant what happened when you turned away for only a moment—how she had gone, how a seabird sat in her place. It cocked its head at you and squawked queerly. You could have sworn you recognized its eyes.
By Argyle Oswalt4 years ago in Horror
Doom Train
Doom Train “Buh-bump……Buh-bump.” Two loud thumps echo throughout the weary man’s skull awakening him in disarray. Swaying from side to side he suddenly grasped onto the seat in front of him to gain balance.
By Justin Contreras4 years ago in Horror
The Ten Deadly SINS
If the first case can not be solved, the special case team will be disbanded! Everyone was in the office waiting for the results of the technical department, and no one spoke.
By king4 years ago in Horror
Cameron Wood
“Wake up and dance, you old bitch!” came a booming, slurred voice. The sound of it reverberated off the thin walls of the now closed dive bar.
By Robert Pettus4 years ago in Horror
Back From Death
Hello, my name is John, and I am an auto driver. Day or night, whenever I get a lift, I move where it informs me to go. But one day, such an incident happened to me that even if I remember him, I get shaken. Because that night I will probably never forget in my life. But today I will tell you the whole situation of that day and what happened to me.
By kanchan chauhan4 years ago in Horror
The Edge of Forever
Thunder blasted out by Theresa’s head, causing her to bolt awake with a scream. She had gone to bed when the storm had just started, hoping for a soothing rest for a change, but she wasn’t expecting the storm to move right overhead. Something flickered in the darkness to her left. She looked over in confusion to find a window and a strange storm of coloured clouds of purple, blue, pink, and green beyond it.
By Mychaila A. Rose4 years ago in Horror
The Beauty of Vengeance
My eyes fluttered and began to open as the blurriness cleared from my vision. A feeling of motion rushed over me and I felt strangely disoriented. As my eyes began to focus, I became acutely aware of my surroundings, but none of it made sense. Panic began to course through me like a runaway train, which was oddly apropos as I was ACTUALLY ON A TRAIN and I had no idea how I got there.
By Cynthia Holdcraft4 years ago in Horror
Rachel's Crisis
This scene takes place in the 1980’s the place is in London, England on a train that is moving at a high rate of speed. The horn blew and Rachel began to wake up with such a bad headache, she felt the bumps as if rocks were on the tracks. As she opened her eyes, her vision was blurry, but she saw a small, dim, light. “Where am I?” She said in a hoarse voice as she rubbed her eyes. “Stacy where are you?” As she looked around it was dark, and she could tell by the sound that she was on a train. She was sitting in a seat next to the window and it was dark outside. The dim light did not do her vision justice as she struggled to see, and her vision became clearer. She did not see anyone but quickly realized she was on a train. With no one around she became nervous.
By Teresa Barnes4 years ago in Horror
The mind of an American Serial killer
There I lay, untenably engulfed in the hopeless wallow of my deep thoughts. Or at least in the wallow of the thoughts I tried to think. The pain, it completely took all sense out of me and filled me with more of itself. It had somehow merged with my blood and coursed through my body in a somewhat well ordered attempt to turn it against itself. I can still see them now, the satisfying look in their eyes. Before the spectacle took place, the shadow of their expectation was evident. I saw it in their brows and eyes, the way they moved and talked, their auras but most especially, my sense. You see, I had always had a sense for these things ever since my first “incident.” It never occurred to me as paranoia, but more of a strength born of necessity. The necessity to live by the death of others. This sense I chose to ignore however, in the excitement of my soon coming release. I consider it a good mistake as you will soon come to find out. In due time I was knocked unconscious by the pain as a large crowd proceeded to surround me. More of them wishing for my slow death, well preferred over survival. I cared not, but could greatly do without the great noise the ruckus made.
By Vince Bel4 years ago in Horror