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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.
Rubbernecking
The traffic jam started a few miles earlier than usual. I was used to things clogging up near the downtown exit, but after a few minutes of slowly crawling forward I tuned into the traffic report. There was an accident a few miles down, but they were cleaning it up so I decided to power through it on the highway and just deal with all the rubbernecking.
By Annie Marie Morgan4 years ago in Horror
Do you have a room to rent?
Do you have a room available? Thomas O'Malley was not a brave man, in fact Thomas was a coward and a bum, standing less than five feet four, bright unruly red hair and a heavy sprinkle of freckles marred his cheeks, to say that he was homely wouldn't be a lie. He was skinny, barely a wisp of a man, his wife always said one good gust of wind and he would blow away. His wife, now she was far from wispy herself, in fact she was a hefty woman with extra curves to spare. Thomas loved that about her, a woman that wasn’t afraid to eat. They adored one another, the only thing Mary loved more than Thomas, was a good meal. But she had a temper, and she was tired of Thomas sitting on his bony butt doing nothing more than yelling at his favorite footy team on the television. They were far from grand, living in a three room shack. The paint was peeling off the walls, and the windows were cracked, and Mary O'Malley was fed up. Why should she have to live in such disrepair? She worked hard, and it was only fair that her husband do the same, after all her sister lived in a nice house across town, her husband made a very decent living, he owned several buildings around Dublin. So as much as it pained her she put her rather large foot down and told Thomas to get a job or get out. In fear of losing his wife, a good home cooked meal and his warm bed he reluctantly went out looking. After a few weeks with no job prospects his brother in law took pity on old Thomas and gave him a job at one of the hotels he owned. The Marigold wasn’t a high end kinda place, in fact it was the polar opposite. Deep in the seediest part of Dublin no decent folk would dare set foot in the area. But it was a job, and it pleased Mary. It was night shift, he hated that, he would miss all the footy games down at the pub with his mates. Mary brushed the lint from his uniform and straightened his tie. She was beaming, so proud of her man. He couldn't possibly complain. Besides who was going to hire a fifty something man with no education, or drive to work for that matter. It was a simple job, sit at a desk in the front entrance and do a few rounds in the 3 story building, the place was closed down.
By MoriaCavandish4 years ago in Horror
Shadows Do Speak
“All we lack are ears.” mumbled a boy sitting by himself on a park bench. He had his head down. He was observing the ants that were carrying food crumbs and transporting them to their designated nest which was hidden among the bushes somewhere behind him. He regarded the line they formed with awe and interest that is hard to find among school boys who are easily distracted away from the things that lay outside of their area of mindfulness.
By Riya Grewal4 years ago in Horror
MASSIVE DAMAGE 3: CHAOS BLEEDS
THE DEMON INSIDE OF DARREN YORK AS CONSUME DARREN YORK’S MEMORIES AND HAS BECOME HIM AND HAS A HUMAN SIDE. THIS DEMON IS OLD AND ANCIENT AND WAS BURIED CENTURIES AGO. THE DEMON IS BENT ON MAKING THE WORLD TO UNPLEASANT AND TO MAKE THE WORLD HELL ON EARTH. DARREN HAS BEEN CREATING NEW CHURCHES AROUND THE WORLD FILLING THEM WITH FALSE WORDS AND FALSE HOPE AND THEY MOSTLY COME FROM ALL THE BAD PARTS OF LIFE.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Horror
Constant Companion
My breath was visible in the January air. For days upon end, I had remained myself. No thoughts of evil had clouded my mind. I had not woken to the direst of circumstances. Perhaps the salt was finally working, and I could remain Doctor Henry Jekyll for the rest of my life.
By Varian Ross4 years ago in Horror
The Waking Boy
CHAPTER 1 I wake in a strange bed surrounded by white blinding light. The dull hum of fluorescent light starts to calm my nerves until I realize a horrifying truth. I have no idea where I am or how I got here. The only object in the room besides this bed is a long-standing vertical mirror. I stare into it hoping to center my reality but instead the feeling of dread begins to crawl under my skin. A click sound draws my attention to a small speaker embedded in the ceiling and a man speaks.
By Jordan Troche aka Creationistlife4 years ago in Horror
