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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.
The Cottage
I grab my mop, bucket, and broom and head into my grandparents’ old house. I inherited their old house in Maine in the middle of nowhere. My mom told me (her dad) my grandpa wanted me to have it. I thought it was odd as I am not really someone who loves the outdoors. I packed my car and headed up on Thursday to beat the Boston traffic. The house was more of a cottage, more like a summer getaway camp. It reminded me of some place the frat boys would hang out on a long fall weekend. It was all mine, mine to manage and maintain. There was this part of me that wanted nothing to do with it, I wanted to sell it and just collect the money. I just couldn’t do it, I really wanted to, but I didn’t have it in me to abandonee it. It really was charming and cute. The little cottage is a two bedroom with an open floor plan and sunroom that looked out into the woods. The woods are my least favorite, I always felt watched when I would visit my grandparents, I even feel like I am being watched now. My grandpa was an odd man that loved space, aliens, and the paranormal. Their little cottage was filled with all kinds of weird books and cut out articles my grandfather found interesting. My grandmother just went with all his crazy collecting and stories, she kept the cottage in pretty good shape. After her death my grandfather just kind of hung out in his room and the kitchen. I was prepared to dust and declutter. Once I got to the house, I walked around to assess the mess. It was not too bad, so I grabbed my mop, bucket, and broom and headed for my grandpa’s bedroom first. His room was the worst of all. He had stacks of books and old newspapers dated to the 1950s. I took a deep breath and headed on in.
By Amanda DeGrasse4 years ago in Horror
The Hitchhikers Who Hide in the Punctum Caecum
You have a blind-spot. This isn’t a criticism, it’s a fact. If you’ve ever been stargazing and discovered some distant celestial object that fled from your field of vision when observed head-on you’ve experienced this phenomenon. You may have been encouraged at some point to draw a dot on an index card and find it yourself, goaded into a little game to teach you a thing or two about perception.
By J. Otis Haas4 years ago in Horror
Lethal Blood
Episode1: Tainted Blood 455 am on July 23, 2020, At Salisbury Animal Rescue Ranch. A man named Francis Salisbury The Third owns an Animal Sanctuary in Sunnyvale, California for animals he brought from pet owners that had to get their pets up due to being too dangerous or due to being Illegal to have them. A gang of rabid raccoons has been led to the sanctuary by the smell of rotten meat that was left out overnight by a careless worker and The Raccoons has invaded the area but not knowing that They were not alone and They were inside a cage with a pack of wolves and the Wolves was watching them as They were eating their leftover meat and the wolves waited and attacked the raccoons and rip into them and some of the raccoons ran out the cage and ran into other cages which occupied by other dangerous animals a few lions and tigers, one grizzly. There is Tainted blood all over the sanctuary tonight even pieces of the raccoon were tossed during eating into the cages of domesticated dogs and cats that were rescued from abused owners have been all infected by this raccoon rabies.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Horror
Who, who are you?
I drifted quite unsure. Not certain I had ever done this before. Staring at not a void, but a piece of wall that's image had somehow shifted from an hour before. A face; no animal stares back at me from the woodgrain. Perhaps though it was my perception that had changed. Have you ever woken up and wondered had you ever woken up before? Such a strange feeling; an oddness that douses you in a wave of uncertainty. Uncertainty of not only who you are, but your surroundings as well. My skin gets goosebumps as the hair on my arms stands on its end. Frozen, I want to scream. However, nothing but silence spills from my mouth. The shape onto the wall shifts from a blur to an image all too clear. An owl glares a my every flaw and wrongdoing from the grain on the wall. I force myself to look away. Feeling stupid and overly dramatic I shudder.
By Marilyn Mortician4 years ago in Horror
The day all souls depart
Do you know that there is a special day for spirits, when they go out to do what they used to do in the past, and today I tell you a very terrifying and frightening story, to make us be careful before we live in a new house. He will do to you on the day all the souls go out to have fun, and he finds that you have taken his life and dwelling. Do you think that he will leave you alone, you are wrong if you think so, and today I tell you a terrifying story on a realistic stories site entitled "The Day of the Exodus of Souls A horror story that has already occurred.
By Samara Ben4 years ago in Horror
The Challenge
The challenge: Share this photo in fifteen minutes or else She will visit you tonight and steal your soul. It was laughable. The picture in question was a blurry photograph of a young woman staring through a pane of glass, her face and hands pressed flat against it, but it had been touched up so that her eyes were black pits that seemed to stretch and run down her cheeks like wet eyeliner. The skin around her mouth looked jagged around the gaping hole. Honestly, the picture itself looked like it would steal his soul if he kept looking at it, so Daren clicked Like and kept scrolling.
By Dario Grimm4 years ago in Horror
Joel
Ever since I was old enough to have a phone, I spent most of my time wreaking havoc on social media. Its lack of real-world obligations paired with the fact that my parents were completely oblivious to how it truly worked made it my personal playground. No holds barred. I could be whoever I wanted to be: a problematic “woke-ivist” on Twitter, a cutthroat Kali Uchis stan on Reddit, or my personal favorite, barely-legal jailbait on Instagram.
By Brandon Velez4 years ago in Horror
Don't Drink
It’d been a year since Jules went missing. For every other high schooler, MEA weekend was a godsend, a fall break to mark the halfway point in the semester and a chance to finally let the sleep-deprived teenagers zonk. But for Hannah, the long weekend was an unwelcome reminder of all that she had lost.
By Isla Berry4 years ago in Horror
