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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.
Episode 4: The Aria of Death
Lady Raven's Mirror Oh, Do I Have a Story for You… Hello, my little ghosts and goblins. You must love the sweet caress of a killer’s touch and relish the thrill of outrunning an age-long curse or else you wouldn’t have found your way to me. I am Lady Raven. The Narrator of the Night. The Weird Writer. The ghouls of my catacombs deliver me uncanny stories that I cannot wait to share with you. If you’re craving sweet release from worlds of sunshine and rainbows, look into my mirror and find a story that will soothe your dark cravings.
By Lady Raven4 years ago in Horror
Eyes
There once was a girl named Agnes who had the prettiest eyes anyone had ever seen. She lived in Briarwood, within the Woodhurst region of Falkirk. Everyone in her village gawked and gasped as she walked about town, clutching the sleeve of her father’s coat for security. She constantly clutches her favorite teddy bear, Theodore. Theodore’s button eyes were missing, and they were going to the toymaker’s shop in the neighboring village of Dewport to get him fixed.
By Arden Elise4 years ago in Horror
Hustle and Subsidize Your Period Flow
It's the day, that day...the only day to not wear white. Whoops... Thank God the government gives instant care, therapy, Uber rides and even free scratch-offs for any PD problems that women encounter these days. Ever since the police force in the United States was meet turned into Community Helpers, things have spawned from chaos to glory. We live in a time where women don't pay for tampons, old and young people don't pay for diapers and bottled water is free.
By Acer Longfellow McPhee4 years ago in Horror
The Tank Cleaner
It was bright in the corridors of the hospital, but the lonely waiting room was dim. The overhead lights were off to deter loitering. Light from the only window diffused as wafts of snow closed in the perimeters inch by inch. Dim and quiet, all thanks to the snowfall. It carried on falling as Frank Sr. sat, waiting, in this room designed for the purpose, by the fish tank installed to distract worried loved ones. He had found, during his hours of waiting, that the seat to the left of the fish tank provided optimal sightlines to the security door that was behind reception whilst also providing him cover from passersby in the hall. His face, it seemed, lead the charge of his guilt and grief over his son’s accident. It was better, when he had his moments, that he be able to conceal himself.
By C.D. Hoyle4 years ago in Horror
The Alley
“I’m telling you, I saw it as plain as day. There was a man and a woman, and she led him into this alleyway, you know the one between the bar and the butcher? She led him down there, looking none the wiser following right behind.” Lehman animating the story as he went, waving his thin wiry arms wildly to point. He was tall, lanky, and blonde, but youth kept him in shape. He stood standing over a section of corroded and dismantled railroad tracks in the heart of the city. Horse drawn wagons carrying men and women who wore perfumed clothes passed by, driven by men with funny mustaches and tall hats. His fellow blue collar brothers didn’t care for them much.
By Isaiah Friday4 years ago in Horror
The Wizard in Room 5B
Mr. Forrest had a dark soul. By all accounts, he was an unattractive man, both in appearance and in demeanor. He was born to a dirt-poor Southern family and reared a dirt-poor family of his own. He’d become a lieutenant general during the war, accused of crimes against the black Union Army. The water of the Mississippi ran red with their blood, and Mr. Forrest was pleased with that.
By Shannon Yarbrough4 years ago in Horror
