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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 candle in the window
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." I was camping with my scout troop, and we knew the cabin existed but had no clue what lay in store for us that night. As the night wore on, the wolves howled an eerie sound, something we had never experienced when camping in this area before,
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee4 years ago in Horror
A New Direction
“It is absolutely necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth's dark, dead corners and unplumbed depths be left alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out of their black lairs to newer and wider conquests.”
By Peter Schmidt4 years ago in Horror
Help Me, Save Me.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The grimy wax base held a meek and wispy flame atop a singed wick, unfazed by the extent of the space it was intended to brighten and churning on with its own inferior will to exist. I felt compelled to reach my hand forward and snuff out the fickle thing. To watch the flame crumble into nothingness between my nimble fingers and embrace the sudden, plunging darkness. The pain would be fleeting with a light so insignificant. I knew that if I did it quickly, there wouldn’t be enough time to process if I were afraid. It was just there, within arms reach. Still, I allowed it to continue its taunting. I suppose a part of me wasn’t ready to be consumed by the shadows just yet.
By Mesha Bolton4 years ago in Horror
Phobus
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. That's odd, you think to yourself as you walk by the old abandoned cabin on your way home. You stop to see what you can sense: The forest around you is calm and quiet; The daylight dims to dusk; The air is cool and dank with decomposition. All typical for spring.
By Sarah Rosanna Busch4 years ago in Horror
On October 3rd...
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It’s unknown how long it burned, but it wasn't until that October 3rd evening in 1776 when Major Joseph Shipman crossed the cabin in the Appalachian Mountains seeking refuge, after he had separated from his troops. Riding up on the welcome homely light as the sun quickly sank behind the trees, Major Shipman breathed a sigh of relief, having resided himself to sleeping outside with his horse, for he didn’t think he could go on much longer. Surely there wasn’t a resident in these mountains who wouldn’t house a stranded soldier for the night.
By Jessica May4 years ago in Horror
Tattooed Hearts: Ep1 The Inn
Episode 1: The Inn (Part 1) 1 Cynthia struggled to inscribe their names into the guest book with a pen that had long since run its course of usefulness. As she scratched out barely visible ink strokes, she heard a voice behind her call: "Welcome to the Farnsworth Inn."
By Jeff Newman4 years ago in Horror
An Element of Truth
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Emily scowled. These were her woods. She lived here to be away from people. Relied on seclusion to keep her sane. Craved total isolation as much as she craved breath. She needed it.
By Staci Troilo4 years ago in Horror
