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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.
Deathbed Confessional
The traffic on the way to work was brutal. I thought for certain I’d be late, but somehow I had been in luck. I arrived at work with two minutes to spare, all thanks to me leaving eighteen minutes early instead of ten I suppose. I strolled into work as a warm rain had begun to fall that night. That much I remember for certain. I clocked in and entered the elevator, heading up for the hospice floor.
By Juniper Woodstone4 years ago in Horror
Once There Were Four Boys
Once There Were Four Boys Four boys woke up in an unknown forest! They had no idea how they got there or where they were. The sun was starting to go down so night was nearly upon them. Something was creeping about in the trees. They listened but couldn’t determine exactly where it was coming from or what it was. It sounded like someone dragging a leg whilst walking and kicking up the leaves on the forest floor. It definitely didn't feel like something good and wasn’t there to say “hello” and be nice. All but one of them wanted to try to find out what or who it was.
By Lindsay G Duddy4 years ago in Horror
Trapped
Sometimes I ask myself - “Is it the way I thought my life would be?” and the other moment I am sad, upset, irritated and pissed-off with everything around me. My friends usually come to me to ask me out to play or to join in their chats but all I want is to sit quietly. Something inside me says- “it’s not worth spending time with anyone, no one loves me, I don’t belong here”.
By Yogesh Sawant4 years ago in Horror
One Night in a Cabin
Cindy and her best friend of twenty years had previously made plans to go camping. Cindy had recently experienced a bad breakup preceded by a bad relationship. Amanda thought it would be good to help her get over it. Sometime during last weekend they had made the decision to call into work on Friday. After years of dedicated service they felt it was worth it.
By Misti Silvers4 years ago in Horror
PipeLine
Pipeline You enter through an eighteenth-century Victorian mansion. It doesn't look rundown; in fact, it's very well maintained. It is the present day, & when you knock the mechanical doorbell, you’re greeted by a well-dressed woman to come in. You hear nothing. The second you enter, the lady greeting you disappears & everything is pitch black. You see nothing. You search for a light switch but can't find one. Eventually you find a door & once you touch the handle, it glows gently in green with red tint.
By Blake Vincent4 years ago in Horror
Island Struggles
The storm was raging, and I could tell that my boat would soon be either destroyed or would capsize. I wanted neither, but the storm gave it no choice. I could feel that I would soon be lost at sea. With this in mind, I radio the mainland for help, but there was no answer, I think the water shorted my system. Seconds later, the boat did what I had feared the most. It capsized, I was now in the water with no idea where I would land. I though I would die for heavens sakes. I could feel the water entering my lungs, I could no long handle the waves tossing every which way in this vast ocean. I closed my eyes and welcomed death itself, only to wake up hours, or days later on a beach covered in seaweed and sand. I could feel rashes all over my body, and I felt disgusted covered in complete filth, but I also felt hungry I could feel my stomach churning, and begging for food. Although, I had no supplies. I truly had no idea what I was going to do. Then I decided to go into the jungle, maybe I could find a wild animal, and maybe I could start a fire, but who I am I kidding. I have no such thing as survival skills, let alone surviving without any materials or a survival kit. I felt at that point like I was going to die, it was certain death. I would be greeting the grim reaper within the next few weeks. I could still at least try to survive, whether I'd live or die would be up to fate. Whether help would arrive to get me off this island so I could see my sweet mother again, or I'd die before anyone every noticed I was missing, or before anyone sent out a search party. Well, there's no point in dwelling on the what ifs, so I'll look for some food. First, I'll break off a tree branch to use as my weapon, and off we go into the jungle. I have no idea what I'm looking for or what I'm doing. I feel as if I'll have to learn through experience which is exactly what I'm doing right now. As I continue scavenging through the thick jungle, I come across some berries. I have no clue if they're safe to eat or if they're poisonous, and I also have no idea how to tell. I'm very hungry at the moment, and my two options are to take a chance by eating berries that may or may not be poisonous or keep walking and risk not finding any other food and starving to death. My two options aren't the best, but I'm truly left with no choice. If I had a coin I'd flip it and leave it up to mere luck, but I don't even have that luxury. Though, I feel as if my hunger has got the best of me while forcing myself to decide. So I'll go with eating the berries. I pop one in my mouth, chew and then swallow. It seemed to go down ok, so I eat the rest of the berries I found. Somewhat proud of myself for being able to find the berries without getting bitten by a giant spider, or even a giant snake. Now, that I'm somewhat content with my hunger problem, I decide I need to make shelter before nightfall. I definitely need wood for shelter, but I have no clue on what else I need, or where I'll even start once I get the materials. Though I know one thing is for sure, I'll definitely need to find out before nightfall.
By McKenzie Johnson4 years ago in Horror
Do You Read Me?
-THIS STORY HAS VERY DARK THEMES INVOLVING INSANITY AND SUICIDE- "We often hear stories of ships breaking down and the crew starving to death, turning against each other, or resorting to cannibalism before they eventually go insane or die. I wonder if the next story about a wrecked ship will be about my ship..." I sighed to myself "why am I even writing in this journal anymore? Maybe just to keep myself sane for a little longer." It's only been 4 days, but when everything around you looks the same and you are isolated from everyone, your mind gets weaker every passing hour. Now we are in the hands of the violent sea, her unforgiving tides deciding our fate.
By Marissa Moore4 years ago in Horror
Writer's Block
Janine sat at her writing table and stared at the new document she had created what seemed like a million years earlier. It hadn’t been a million years, more like fifteen minutes, but as she sat, lost in thought, watching the blinking cursor on the laptop screen, Janine felt like time was flying as fast as her racing thoughts.
By Lesley Woodral4 years ago in Horror
Escoffier’s Nymph’s Legs
She awakes, confused about where she is. Her flesh has been peeled off her body revealing the twitching of small muscle fibers and her leg has been amputated. The room she is in is dim, humid, and reeks of cow’s liver. She sees a dark sticky puddle under her but cannot comprehend the brutality of her situation. She has been bounded tightly by her head so that she faces forwards, she can only hear chains moving behind her slowly and weakly. Her mind raced for a moment until she spoke to herself to calm down,
By Jonny Figueroa4 years ago in Horror
An Abyss of Worthless Sacrifices
The blinds were beginning to gather dust. The man ran his finger along the taunt fabric, coming away with a finger faint with dust. He licked the dust off his finger. It was the closest he’d allow himself to get to the outside world. The taste lingered, and he froze in the middle of turning to the kitchen. A glass of tap water a day, he reminded himself, that's all you're allowed.
By Varian Ross4 years ago in Horror
The Monmouth Three
It was a crisp October in 1982. Karissa, Amy, and Keyanna were three friends who were considered the outcasts. In their town of Little Star, a short drive from Monmouth City, they could tell that they didn’t belong there. All three had aspirations of running away and leaving this tiny conservative town behind. The problem was, Amy and Keyanna had a way out, but Karissa didn’t. Karissa was too busy obsessing over this urban legend she swore she could solve about the Pineland Bandits.
By Charles Cromwell4 years ago in Horror
