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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.
Warmth
The breeze flows through my hair, passing my skin, leaving goosebumps all down my arms. The ocean waves crash on the shore, clapping to the songs that the seagulls sing. Their songs sound like lullabies echoing in the wind. The kids' playful screams fill our ears, and all we can do is smile and giggle. Everything that we have ever dreamt of happening, is happening right in front us, being seen with our own eyes. The sand flies in our food, over the sandwiches and the assortment of fruits. Your hands reaches for my thigh, looking at me with your wide grin. Your eyes, dark brown, but the sky allows them to glow and shimmer into a golden beauty.
By Jules Vasicek4 years ago in Horror
If a Tree Falls. Second Place in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
Day 1 “I keep losing things.” Sean felt uncomfortable sitting on this sofa. It was situated too low to the ground and its cushions were hard and flat. Sean’s therapist, Peter, sat in an office chair across from him with a notepad on his lap.
By Tyler Clark (he/they)4 years ago in Horror
Clementine And A Purple Box
Clementine Jordan woke up in a familiar room, on a familiar bed, with a familiar balcony, and familar cravings, needs, and sorrow. Slowly opening her dark brown eyes, and found herself gazing up at a plain white ceiling. She wasn't curious, and she knew what had happened. Her arms and legs trembling at the thought of looking at him again, she turned her head to reveal a dead body that she had been laying beside for the night. She noticed the smell of fresh bread from the bakery downstairs that her apartment laid over in France. Every Sunday a man she loved once would visit Lacroix Patisser to catch up at breakfast with a cheese bagel and tea. His hand would touch hers to catch her attention, and his eyes were warm honey, and often locked into hers from afar, a magnetic attraction, which somehow felt like a coincidence but at some moments, with his eyes on hers, she wondered if that was possible, she wondered if he had ever looked at anyone like this before. Was his hand friendly touch? His smile, and his laugh. The creases in his cheeks and the shape of his jaw. His neck and arms, hands and height, she admired and daydreamed forever into infinity about him. But, there he lay, cold and dead, and shot in the back.
By Rachel Nicole Smith4 years ago in Horror
Episode 2: The Executioner of Yrecep Forest, Chapter 1
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.
By Lady Raven4 years ago in Horror
Wrong Door
I wake up and get the feeling something is wrong. I scramble for the phone in my pocket. The lock screen reads 12:55am. I’m so tired. My bones ache, and all I want to do is fall back into blissful slumber. But I just can’t shake the feeling that something is not right. My bed… it smells different. It smells like someone else has been in it. And that’s when I hear it… footsteps, coming from out in the kitchen. Now I’m confused… and afraid.
By Some Nobody4 years ago in Horror
The Eye in the Gap
One of my earliest childhood memories involves telling my mom about the eye that watched me from the doorway. I don’t remember the first time I saw the eye, even then it was just a part of my life. But I distinctly remember trying to explain to her in whatever broken english I was speaking at that point in my development, that there was an eye that followed me everywhere I went.
By Annie Marie Morgan4 years ago in Horror
Why I Stopped Babysitting
The last day I spent with Addy started with a long novel of a text message at six am. His mom, Kathy, had an out of town family emergency. She was incredibly vague about what was actually happening, but insisted that it was urgent, and that I really needed to watch Addy for the day. Since I was on break, and I liked Addy slightly more than I disliked Kathy, I told her I was on my way. When I stepped in the door, she stepped out. She looked disheveled, to say the least.
By Annie Marie Morgan4 years ago in Horror
A Letter From Next Halloween
Every weekend my dog wakes me up at seven AM sharp. He doesn’t understand the concept of sleeping in. I take around five minutes to throw on some pants and find my glasses, and another five to get Bjorn ready for the morning walk and reach the path that runs through the woods. It’s another ten minutes to walk and we are back at the house by roughly 7:20. Since nobody else wants to be out that early it usually runs like clockwork, but that morning was different.
By Annie Marie Morgan4 years ago in Horror
