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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.
1908
It was 1908 and Dr. Stephen Wittacre ran an asylum in an abandoned forest in Maine. This asylum was rumored to be haunted by the local townspeople. Stories of torture and rebellion reign supreme all over the town. The main story that people tell is about a girl named Piny. She was an assistant to the doctor as she was slightly more lucid than the regular patients. Until one day when the doctors use of torture methods changed her life. She was usually slow and liked to talk herself through everything to make sure she remembers. She refused to give a medicine to a patient that she knew was not right for him. She knew he was being given too much and ot was making him sick everday worse and worse. As she said no and refused to do as the doctor asked. She was alway quiet and submissive. For her punishment he put her in a chair that was suspended from the ceiling and spun in a clockwise direction. As she slowly spun she noticed that the rope holding her chair started fraying. The line keeping her above a 30 foot drop was slowly withering away. As she felt the seconds pass and rotations increase she started to feel the weight of her tiny body pulling on an ever fraying line. Without a scream the line broke and she plummeted in her chair to the bottom of this well smacking her head on the concrete bottom. She laid in bed for a week in a comatose state. They left her alone thinking that she would be dead soon. About a week later she woke up with such a horrible headache that she couldn’t think at all. She managed to crawl out of bed and grab some bread and a cup of water that was left by the bread by someone that favored her. This was not known to the doctor because he was so distracted by his new and inventive ways of torturing his patients. He believed in phrenology making it possible to make his own diagnosis and make a treatment for what he thinks is wrong. He loved shock therapy, waterboarding, and and what he called scraping. Which was laying a person on the ground while he took sheets of nails, blades, and metal corners and drug it across the persons body until they increase submissive behavior. It was meant for those that rebelled to his methods. This is one of many things he invented to torture his patients because he was delusional and thought he could cure them from everything. A few days later Piny disappears from her room unnoticed and goes back to the doctor for her job back. In shock he gives her the medicine to give to the man who was being made sick and she bows and says, “yes, doctor I will give them to him”. What the doctor didn’t see was the small tic tack looking pills that she quickly swapped th out with before the doctor watched her drug this poor patient. After the doctor agreed and left her by this man’s side Piny whispered in his ear, “I gave you an aspirin instead.I’m going to need your help here soon! Pretend to be miserable and fight with me everyday about these meds. When the time comes we’re gonna stop the doctor from doing this all together. Days went by and then weeks as she saw the light in his eyes get clearer as was slowly building her army with patients from the clinic that she substituted meds out for. By the time 6 months had rolled around she had all of the patients clean from what meds they were on and ready to end the evil doctor! It was a party night! The doctor let his staff imbibe in alcohol and other substances once in a blue moon. So this was the perfect time to take them all down. First that needed to go was a man named Talbot. He was the doctors muscle and restraint when things got violent which was often. Talbot was about 6’ 4’’ and a built man That bragged about steroid use and other things that a man shouldn’t brag about. However Piny had a plan. There was this white powder that she had seen used on other patients thT she wanted to try for herlself. It was red in nature and had the consistency of flower. Once blown onto the face of an individual it caused seizing, delusions, and mental breakdown. Not telling the others about this idea she wanted to take down Talbot before the rest of the patients started fighting to give them a good chance at escaping. She snuck up behing him and asked to see if he needed anything from her before she retired and as he bent down to talk to her she blew a puff of red smoke in his face making him hit the ground in convulsions. Step one was done, now on to the mass exodus. There was a bell that was rang everyday at lunch to signal food. She rang this at 10 that evening and her army of patients would know this was the bell to freedom. At this momen they all stopped acting strange and drugged looking and stood up and started attacking guards. The good doctor was not thrilled about the idea of security because any good souls would hinder his progress. No good conscience could work in his facility. The security he does have is the worst of the worst. As the patients are taking care of the guards Piny and a few friends are grabbing the good doctor and deciding what they should do to him! After the riots and burning subsided the lot of patients ran away and found shelter elsewhere. She however stayed to play with the good doctor. What no one knew was that bash to her head from the fall all those months ago is that she started thinking clearer and getting smarter. She took over the asylum and started using it for better purposes until her death in 1945. It was then a bonded and left for what it was as no one wanted to investigate what really happened in that asylum! It sat for decades with no one to visit it. Until now…..
By Linda Stanfill4 years ago in Horror
Omen
The first time Terrance sees the owl, it is a Sunday, and it is a Sunday like any other. The nighttime streets are slick-black with rain, and the yellowredwhite reflections of head and tail lights make watercolor masterpieces across the ground. The squeak of her sneakers, alongside the gentle splash as she wades through inch-deep puddles melts into the sounds of the city around her, though it is hardly proper city anymore — more suburbia than the bustle of a downtown square. Normally she feels safe here, within blocks of her home and cocooned in the relative safety of sturdy buildings built long before she’d been born, and that would hopefully stand long after she was gone.
By Lauren Wagner4 years ago in Horror
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Rain came down on Karmen’s windshield as her old Chevy truck rattled along the two-lane blacktop. No other cars passed as she squinted through the darkness. She kept to a slow speed to ensure that she didn’t collide with any of the critters that liked to skitter across the road at night. Her head began to pound and she rubbed her temple, grimacing. On her left she passed the old green dented mailbox that belonged to no one in particular. It had been there as long as Karmen could remember. The throbbing in her head announced its presence more loudly, and she gritted her teeth, finding it difficult to stay in her lane. The pounding reached a crescendo as she pulled up to the ancient tree with the gnarl twisted in the shape of an owl. She let out a groan, but the pain suddenly dissipated as she drove past the tree. She shook her head and breathed out slowly, feeling a lightness that allowed her to release her tensed up shoulders. Karmen put on her left blinker even though no one was around, and eased into one of three parking spaces at Mr. Jenkins' Liquor and Bait Shop. The time on the dash read 6:00, right on time, just like every Saturday.
By Grace Simms4 years ago in Horror
Crossing the Owl's Bridge
The job was wearing on him lately but it wasn't until he was wondering how much longer he could last that the owl showed up. It had made it's home somewhere nearby and would make itself known with hoots spaced out between the night's transport calls. Owls were a bad omen for some. Jack never minded them but this particular one seemed odd somehow. A bit eerie but Jack didn't think it would be if he was going on a full night's rest. Maybe an hour or two of sunlight. It had been awhile. Sleep was limited to the point where sometimes he felt like he should check to make sure he hadn't passed out on his couch.
By Levi Chapman4 years ago in Horror
The Barn Owl Assassin
Aliza Enoc went to Rockefeller high school for her senior year. She has no friends, no siblings, no one to talk to and has been bullied at school since the day she started attending. She cries every night, alone in her room and notices a barn owl sitting outside of her window gazing at her. She noticed for a while, that the same owl watched her every time she cried but the moment she stopped crying, it disappears.
By Kiara Malone4 years ago in Horror
Deadly Wings
Cold wind blows violently across the wild landscape of the mountain region of the Northwest Territories of Canada; not in many years has a winter breeze been this ferocious. Among the rugged, frozen terrain footstep markings are planted along the deep snow, becoming more staggering and elongated as they lead up a small steep hill. At the top of the hill, a large collection of trees covers the majority of the land with many of the dead branches rustling from the wind or some of them on the verge of breaking off. One of those branches eventually becomes weak enough to the point that it breaks off and falls to the snowy ground below. As the branch lands upright into the snow, a wonderer slowly walks past it, leaving a large footstep marking behind. More markings are left behind as the wonderer, wearing prominently black and grey, tattered clothing, continues to slowly walk with the wind still incredibly strong. As the wonderer continues their slow and somewhat treacherous trek, they attempt keep their entire face hidden via a scarf and goggles; without much else and in weather like this, having something is better than nothing. The wonderer remains focused on their trek while the rustling wind continues to flow amongst the trees; branches and twigs also continue to fall onto the ground. As the wonderer makes it to the edge of the hill, they exhale in exhaustion but somewhat relief; that exhale is quickly overtaken by a loud sound which stops the wonderer in their tracks and go completely silent. The wonderer stays in place as they don’t make a move or sound, knowing that, that thud was far different from the numerous fallen branches. As the wonderer attempts to concentrate and listen for anything else, they hear a faint fluttering that becomes more prominent and eventually something lands in front of the wonderer. The wonderer quickly lifts up their goggles revealing their widen eyes, the left bright green and the right blinded, as they are face to face with a small barn owl. As the wonderer stares at the owl, it merely stares back and neither break contact; clearly this is not the first time the wonderer has seen this particular owl. Just as the wonderer takes another step, the owl quickly flies away startling the wonderer, but before they can take a breather they are imminently hit in the right shoulder by an arrow.
By Shadow Lite4 years ago in Horror
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The old man had lain in his crypt for over 60 years, every day listening to those walking by quote the price of cotton for the day. He rested in a shady grove of stately water oaks on the side of a white sandy dirt road outside of the small community called Glendale, Alabama. It’s said that he wanted to be laid to rest there, next to the road, so that he may always know the price of cotton for the day.
By Grant Whitehurst4 years ago in Horror
Vision
The stacks of papers on Sasha's desk were equally short, but equally daunting. On her left were the case reports: a plethora of stolen first aid kits; a pair of off-duty cops missing two pairs of handcuffs; and one drunken camper's sighting of a deer that was “like a zombie,” and “had marbles for eyes.”
By Kyle Christopher4 years ago in Horror
The Highway
The incessant honking was unbelievably the worst part. All that had happened, where they had come from, what he had seen, and it was the damn honking driving him mad. There was nowhere to go. Why were they honking? Both sides of the highway were completely blocked from rail to rail and beyond. Any movement there had been ended several hours past.
By Jeremy Barbati4 years ago in Horror
Twenty-Five Feet
The members of our community very rarely live their full natural lives. In fact, there’s a saying amongst us that when your number is up, you won’t even see it coming. The true terror that is the only life we know. There’s an ominous feeling in the air tonight. The weather has turned cold and a new moon has come, making it the darkest of nights. Our food supply has run out and has become scarce in the area, forcing our clan to travel deeper into the wild in order to survive. This time, we might have traveled too far, twenty-five feet away, and across a wide-open patch of grass. It might as well be twenty-five miles, for what awaits us on our perilous journey back home.
By Randal Hall4 years ago in Horror
