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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 Honeymoon is Over: Parts V & VI
—5— A form of deliverance had come to Daniel's household the first time he had taken up arms against his father, Alvin Bastarache, or Alvie the Bastard, or just, Bastard to those who loved him most. Neither repeated calls to the police by neighbors, nor punches and kicks by ten year old Daniel, nor countless scenes of packed bags and weeping contrition had helped. Rather it was a knife, more blood than Dan had imagined could be in a human body, a 911 call, and an emergency surgery to save that bastards life that had done something. Angela Bastarache had them been forced to choose—Her bastard husband or her son.
By Dean Andrews4 years ago in Horror
The Honeymoon is Over: Parts I & II
"We have to kill him," Daniel said. The coldness of his delivery scared Elizabeth more than the prospect itself, which was terrifying enough. There they sat in the grandeur that fell to them like crumbs from the table of Alexander Thanus, amid a pink and frilly splendor that had become theirs through the recent marriage of their mother, not even a month hence, and Daniel starts out their secret family meeting with that doozy. Just over three weeks home from the indeterminately long European honeymoon cut inexplicably to five short days, and Daniel wants no truck with seeking help, or talking things through; no police, no counselors, nothing... from zero to murder in two seconds flat. Granted, he had taken the brunt of the beatings last time... almost as much as Mom had, but still... Murder? "You're out of your mind," she snapped.
By Dean Andrews4 years ago in Horror
Briefcase
Ol’ I walk through the same park every day on my way to my favorite coffee shop. But lately something's different. Nothing major, but a man I’ve never seen before in a suit has been sitting at the same park bench for 3 days straight now. It's none of my business but for some reason… I’m drawn to him. One day I even changed my route back home from work and sure enough, 8:30 pm and he was still there. What is it about the unknown that charms us? I had to know why he never left. When did he eat? How did he make money? Eventually I caved. I didn't even know what I was going to say. My body moved before I was capable of comprehending what I was doing. I just sat next to him. It had to have been less than 3 seconds before I spoke.
By Jose Sanchez4 years ago in Horror
Ten Steps, Part Two: Ten minutes to Freedom
Ding! My worn black cell phone vibrated aggressively, jerking me from my holiday slumber. My fingers still ached from the hours of chocolate making, probably lacking fingerprints at this point. The red silk of my Mrs. Claus' outfit was soft against my slightly dry skin. Jon texted me saying that he is ten minutes away. Giggling to myself, I just couldn’t wait to surprise him. Looking in the wooden antique mirror in my bedroom, my trembling fingers fiddled with my braided hair.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Chantrelle
Like tears from ten thousand angels, slow, heavy raindrops pattered off the top of the horse-drawn hearse as Al Buhrman crossed Rampart Street. Two black horses pulled the glass-sided hearse while the family and mourners followed in the warm summer rain. Despite its warmth, the water soaked through his dark suit coat and his good shirt with a chill that still rattled Al down to his lanky bones.
By Steve Anderson4 years ago in Horror
The Woman in the Mirror
She shouldn’t have come to that party. She shouldn’t have dressed as though she were a wizard, confident and surrounded by a group of loyal friends. What was she thinking? Did she think that her little wand would sweep away all her fears and bring her to a magical kingdom where no one would see her for who she is? Who was she kidding? Masks and costumes work only for the young who could still fit into the kind of heroes they wanted to be. Past a certain age, masks reveal more about the things you wanted to hide. And there are countless things she’d rather hide!
By Jocleyn Soriano4 years ago in Horror
Demons
Many of you reading this will think this is a story about the paranormal. You'll expect me to talk about rituals gone wrong or haunted houses, but this isn't a story about possession or summons. This is a story about a demon I've struggled with since I was very young. This is a story about a demon that I'm afraid will be the death of me.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
The Woman in the Window
There are days when it feels like I'm the only one awake. The sun would be rising behind the trees and the town is typically deathly silent. Sometimes, on those days I stay in bed, listening, waiting. I wait to hear my father get up in the next room. I listen to him trudge down the hallway to reach the stairs, his heavy footsteps announcing his descent.
By Gabrielle R Charles4 years ago in Horror
Death to Mika
Unable to reach Cammy through her comm-link, Rainbow Mika continued onward down the hall she’d seen the blonde Brit race through. ‘I never should have let her go alone,’ Mika chastised herself as her heavily fleshed limbs churned madly as she ran. She knew that Cammy could handle herself in a dire situation, but when the woman hadn’t responded after two hours, it was a pause for alarm. A hundred different scenarios passed through her head as she approached the door at the end of the pathway. Her lover taken captive, tortured for the information she had on Guile’s planned storming of M. Bison’s complex, or with a bullet hole in her pretty head—none of them were good.
By Mister Zulu4 years ago in Horror
