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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.
Curios and Curiouser
The bell tinkled as the door to Curios and Curiouser opened. Lucy and a warm, damp summer gust stepped into the shop. The gust passed over shelves of antiques and interesting trinkets, eventually dying in the frilly dresses of the collectible porcelain doll display. Lucy stomped a little moisture off her canvas slip-ons and called out, "Hello, hello! Betty, wait 'til you see what I got this time!"
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Horror
Something’s Waiting in the Woods
It all seems so long ago now; like a half forgotten dream. Looking back, I can hardly believe that any of it even happened to me. But every now and again, I’ll see a shadow out of the corner of my eye, or hear an old familiar sound, and I’m brought right back to where it all began.
By Matthew Cooke4 years ago in Horror
How to survive the calamity of "Another"
You're a student or a teacher of class 3-3 at Yomiyama North Middle School and, this school year, it's your turn to face the yearly curse that haunts this class since 1973. What would you do in order to have the best chances of survival?
By Simona Rosso4 years ago in Horror
Brother is Ghost !
My home was worked in 1904. It is a solitary family home, wood outline setting on a substantial square establishment. I have been living here for around 12 years. Of the multitude of peculiar things that my kin and me have seen or heard in this house this one occasion is my top choice. This happened to my sibling. Around a decade prior my sibling and his dearest companions had begun a carport band playing generally "Spanish stone," elective music yet in Spanish. His companions could get together on Sunday evenings. They would rehearse into the afternoon, and they would typically punch out by 8 pm. This was the time I typically appeared and hit the sack, cause I worked the super late shift.
By Robert Wilson4 years ago in Horror
I was scared of the dark
This is a story I don't frequently tell. I guarantee, earnestly, that this has scarred me forever and in spite of the fact that I have investigated mental clarifications for what I heard and regular clarifications for what happened, they stay unacceptable.
By Robert Wilson4 years ago in Horror
Cupid's Kiss
Daphne had never been one to buy into all the Valentine’s Day craze. To her it was just another day and if you were lucky, you may get some chocolates. However, this year, something piqued her interest. Everyone at school had been going on about the new viral challenge. The aptly named Cupid’s Kiss Challenge. This wasn’t just any game though, this was a paranormal one. Daphne loved reading about the supernatural and has even played a game or two with no consequences. So, upon hearing about the Cupid’s Kiss Challenge, Daphne was intrigued.
By Colleen Mitrano4 years ago in Horror
Recollection
The wretched creature, little more than pale skin stretched over bones lay in the dirt. He dug ponderously by the dim light afforded to him by a small fire at the center of his cave dwelling. Flickering shadows danced across the back of the hunched figure as he dug , working diligently at the damp earth with his bare hands.
By Shane Neufeld4 years ago in Horror
Carbaret
He visited me often. Painfully ordinary in his constitution, regardless he had all the charm needed to besott me. My highest affections were at his behest. My adorations were childlike. Wilfully silly. I’d often get the strangest urge to sit by his side and just look. He never talked. Every meeting with him was dead silent. My wife Camille disliked him. She stared at us with round, distrustful eyes, a curious vein throbbing on her forehead. I didn’t pay her much mind. She was a pretty woman. Unfortunately that’s all I can say in praise of her. She was boring. Prone to the deepest of introspection and deeper prejudice.
By The Nerdish Writer4 years ago in Horror
Amongst the Humans
She stood there looking at the blackened pile of rubble that had once been her entire life for eleven out of twelve months every year. She knew that the others were all gone forever, nothing left of them but ashes. If not for a twist of fate, she would have come to the same end. But it had been her month to go out and live amongst the humans, and that fact had saved her. With a shudder, Betty Black turned from the ruins of the building she had known so well to face the bustle of a typical city in the United States of 1960.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Horror
