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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.
Whispers
I'm a murderer. I'm responsible for the deaths of 75 within two weeks. I've stabbed men to death, rendered bodies to ash, killed children in the womb, and even drowned whole ships at sea. I have changed the fate of kingdoms and seen to it that uncharted planets remain unfound. I would likely be the most prolific serial killer in the United States if not for one problem.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
The Worsley Family Locket: Chapter 1 - Albert and Claude
Dear Edith, At the time of writing this letter, you are only 4 weeks anew, born in the aftermath of the demise of your great family. If you have adhered to the instructions adorned upon the envelope, then you are reading this letter on the very eve of your 15th birthday. I pray it is one filled only with joy. It has long since been owed to a Worsley. I would like to begin by offering you my most heart-felt condolences. The passing of both your mother Lady Ethel Worsley and your sister Helen Worsley no doubt brings you the utmost desolation. They were buried together only days after you were brought into this world and although much time has passed for you now, I imagine the consequences you suffer are still as potent. Likely, it is a tragedy as raw and genuine as it is for me as I write.
By Matthew Curtis4 years ago in Horror
Killswitch
Opening It was just moments ago when he had laid his head to rest against his soft, white, coverless pillow. He had had a nose bleed the previous night, yet somehow the blood didn’t bleed through. He was thankful, to say the least. Every case of a bloodied pillow he had in his life had always turned out to be permanent and irreplaceable damage. Then, on occasion, he’d find himself in his family’s pearl white Toyota on their way to their local Costco in hopes of snagging another cheap deal on newly shelved pillows from some god-awful new unheard-of brand.
By # Joniscrazy4 years ago in Horror
The World that Remained
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There weren't always creatures in the forests. There wasn't always screaming in the villages. There weren't always undead Kings occupying the throne. But here we are. The world we currently reside in...
By Sam Mackerras 4 years ago in Horror
The Land of Eternal Spring
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. No one had ever before seen witches along the coast or monsters in the caves where men would mine for ore and crystal. Before magic existed, the horrors that waited for those foolish enough to be born low and weak were made of flesh. After magic’s arrival, those horrors became much worse.
By J. Steven Madura4 years ago in Horror
Niall: The Black Targe
Eadred opened his eyes and saw nothing but darkness. For a moment he thought he was blind until slowly his eyes adjusted and he could see the twinkling of stars in the black above him. His head felt as though it had been split with an axe and hastily sewn back together and the coppery taste of blood was all his dry, sand caked mouth could distinguish.
By Brian Holdbrook4 years ago in Horror
The Day the Dragons Came
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They came on the heels of a dead man. They came with the chaos that followed his demise. They sensed a change in the fabric of the universe and, like many animals when there is a major disruption to their world, they panicked. They fled their lairs with bellies filled with scorching fear, just waiting to pour out of their snouts. They flew down, down, down from the tall mountains that were their home. Far down where they were not at all supposed to be. All the way to the Valley with its little towns and one big sprawling city. The city of Grasben stretched beneath them, still peacefully snoozing in the honey-yellow light of the early morning. It didn’t know to expect them, it wasn’t prepared and so it would soon wake up in flames.
By Yana Aleks4 years ago in Horror
The Sleeping Dragon of Notre- Dame
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley." etched into the walls of a princely golden court were these mystic words. I was chained by strange metals, glowing amber red and burning my skin, while being dragged by two cloaked sinister figure towards a high raised throne .
By Syed Arabi Khalique4 years ago in Horror
