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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.

Interrogation in Room #3
Meet a vampire hunter, who's new to the game, and about the face the unexpected consequences of his actions... You can listen to this story and more on the Bedtime Stories for Insomniacs fiction podcast available on all podcast apps and Audible.
By Rich Hosek4 years ago in Horror
Bloody Red
Alas be gone you demons and let me sleep in peace once more. My resolve cast great fear upon me. Not of myself, but of the very thoughts I let roam free without care. And eating me up from within was the ease with which I succumbed to them.
By Vince Bel4 years ago in Horror
The Other Me
I was twelve years old the first time I saw her, the other me. I was sitting on a damp beach towel in the backseat of my stepdad's Range Rover next to Buddy, my golden retriever, and we had just pulled out of the crushed seashell parking lot onto Gulf Drive. My mom was in the front seat breastfeeding baby Theo, and my stepdad was in a bad mood because he was out of beer.
By Lindsay4 years ago in Horror
Express Menu
TALBOT A. felt the whirring hum even before she opened her eyes. She did not know, at that point, that she should not to be able to feel the movement, regardless of how fast the train was moving. Or that this was her very first sign that things here were broken.
By Michelle Mead 4 years ago in Horror
Happy House Hill
Once upon a time, there was a marvelous house, on a modest hill, at the edge of a quaint little town. The Happy House was a good house, it loved to make people happy, but it always knew that the people who would come to live within its walls would leave eventually. It struggled to understand the human mind. It made The Happy House sad to think about how lonely it would be without a family, as it wondered:
By Tewahway4 years ago in Horror
Dinner Train
What I can hear: The Squeak, squeak, squeak of rattling metal against metal. What I can feel: The rumble of movement. The distinct feel of a vehicle moving.
By Megan Thomas4 years ago in Horror
And Hell Followed
It is preferable not to travel with a dead man- Henri Michaux Part One The year was 1916, and the town of Rhyolite steadily spiraled down the economic hole. Her townspeople sought opportunities far from her wasteland.
By Teresa Evelyn Hart4 years ago in Horror
The Destiny
I waited in the graveyard by the light of the full moon for him to rise. I hid my stake up my sleeve and armed my pockets with holy water. When he rose, he didn't see the cross around my neck as he sniffed me, desperate for the smell of fresh blood. I gave him a little time to savour the smell and feel the silky smoothness of my skin.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Horror
The Vampire
As Jane woke up, she realized that she was on a train - but she had no idea how she'd gotten there. The train was showing no signs of slowing down. She looked around, trying to get her bearings, but everything was a blur. The only thing she could make out was a dark figure in the corner of the car, watching her intently.
By Mashal Haroon4 years ago in Horror
The Lost Exam
Abby Morris was sobbing uncontrollably at her kitchen table. She was swiping pictures on her iPhone 11 with a feeling of helplessness and grief. There were old images of herself posing with another woman. She looked away from her phone as she tried to control her emotions.
By Leona Valentine4 years ago in Horror
Same Old Tracks
The jostling of a train can rouse the deepest sleeper and lull to sleep the most anxious window-watcher. Eyelids fluttering open and closed, feet tapping anxiously, pacing, kicking, waiting to be let off at the next stop. When in motion, the brain is sure to keep up with the body, so whether asleep or not, the mind will wander and flail. If a train must keep to its tracks, so must the mind keep to its body, or else the owner of both may be stripped of sanity, a spirit without a home.
By King O'Neill4 years ago in Horror
Woman chasing a car.
No one could miss a face with tearful eyes and a whimper that said, "Please, please." The night trembles, and there must be a pair of red, swollen, sunken eyes that are beautiful because of their despair.
By amy dancy4 years ago in Horror