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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 Call of the Under-Ocean
Day 1 10 days, 10 long, unending, unfurling days. Government sanctioned isolation. Alone. A guess it’s the alone part that makes most people uncomfortable. Christmas lights twinkle menacingly outside my window. Mocking me. The whole street and where do they have to erect the flashing demons? Practically touching my bedroom windows. Thanks a bunch.
By Gabriel Wilding 4 years ago in Horror
Cries from the Crypt
Joe had spent many years researching the cemetery at Walton to see if any other strange goings-on had occurred. When Joe was eighteen he moved from Vancouver, Canada to study at the University of Liverpool. His first three years flew by and soon he found himself starting his master’s degree at the same university. Joe’s life was going well, just as he had planned. Moving into a small house near the cemetery with his girlfriend, he was lucky enough that his friend Tony moved into a house on the same road. Settling into his postgraduate life Joe and Tony would often walk their dogs, Billy and Wilson.
By Laura Millett4 years ago in Horror
The Hallway Door
Eliza Holcomb hadn’t left her house since she watched her family get beaten to death. After that trauma, she moved in with her aunt. That was almost two years ago. Two years without feeling the air on her face or the sun shining down on her fair skin. Now, for the first time since then, she was outside. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going exactly as she imagined it would go. She was running for her life through dark and twisting woods. The wind whipped past her face with such ferocity that she couldn’t tell where its chilling tentacles ended and the sharp snapping branches began. Blood trickled down her face from the shallow cuts, and her breath came in rasping pants, but she kept running. She couldn’t slow down. If she stopped for even a second, he would catch her.
By Nathan Sanders4 years ago in Horror
The Test
It was any normal night. He had been doing his homework; a few problem sets for a professor that he did not particularly like. Under his breath he was cursing his name at the sheet of paper where his calculations laid. He was in a trance of trying to complete his work, almost unaware of the time that had flown by… almost. You see, he had this propensity about time management. In almost supernatural fashion, he could always tell when the clock was about to hit midnight, and he never missed getting ready to turn in before then.
By Dom Acquista4 years ago in Horror
Last Tether
The wind was howling, nearly knocking me over, looking down sent a shiver through my spine. “Is this right?” I thought to myself. The rain splashing my face made it hard to see, but I knew where I was. I had planned for this all week, nothing was going to get in my way. I was deadset, not even my mind could stop me now. I took another glance down as the sirens began to sound in the distance. I can’t believe it took them so long to get here.
By 4Shot Pastas4 years ago in Horror
Rudolph the Red Nosed Horror
Ho ho ho! Santa is here to tell you the terrifying real tale of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. The story has been changed over the years to make it more marketable for kids but I feel that someone needs to know the truth. I am the 76th incarnation of Santa. The title of Santa is one that you don't ask for and you definitely don't come into it because of family. One day you're some regular person in the world and then the next you too might be Santa. Whenever a current Santa passes away for any multitude of reasons the cosmos seeks out a new one immediately. I used to be Robert Hiemen and lived in Germany during the time of the Third Reich. One day though I vanished not just from my home but also the memories of all my loved ones. It was like I never existed. I became the new Santa and I have been since then. On average a normal Santa lives around two hundred years. So I've still got a while to go.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Horror
The Corkscrew Spine
I’ve gone irretrievably out of my head, they say. But it was I, and not them, who passed through corridors of well-wrought horrors, silently cursing the hands that bore them. These horrors—portraits of my ancestors—vilified me in confidence, watching every fiber of my being. The dead were not alone in their scrutiny, for at the end of the hall hung a monstrosity borne from my own hand, a token of drunken stupor.
By Jalia Maléy Brodie4 years ago in Horror
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By Kaylen Misako4 years ago in Horror
