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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.
Freak Creek
Spring in Wisconsin is a difficult season to predict. One day, the sun will shine bright and the flowers will bloom, and the very next day a blizzard will tear through destroying any hope of summer. Thankfully, the sun quickly melts the snow and turns it to water. The water seeps into the grass or into a ditch where it flows aggressively to the nearest creek. Generally, the snow of Wisconsin is so heavy that it squeezes through the crevices of the land until it reaches a creek where it rages all the way to Lake Michigan. All the life that was hidden throughout winter returns in abundance. The birds start chirping again while the deer find new grass, bears emerge from hibernation and beavers begin their epic stand against raging water.
By Eric Milburn4 years ago in Horror
A Door in my Nonna's House
There’s a door in my Nonna’s house that nobody ever opens. “Sewing room,” my grandmother always told me, but the sewing room, piled with fabric scraps and cookie tins of buttons and needles, is the door on the left of that door. “Linen closet,” my mother said, and she grew up in that house, but the linen closet is the door on the right. I haven’t tried to open it. “It would be wrong,” I tell myself, but that’s not why. When I pass that door in the dark, slightly shorter, slightly more narrow, a slightly darker shade of off-white than its siblings, I skirt far around it to run to my bed and sweep the covers over my head. “Base,” I think, panting. “Base, base, base.” Nothing can get me.
By Patrick Juhl4 years ago in Horror
The Man Lost in the Fray
I sit in the car in silence and stare out the windshield at the apartment parking lot. With a glance at the rearview mirror, I notice the bags under my eyes. My hands are fidgety and will not stop shaking. The sound of my heart pounding is fresh in my ears, yet I am completely still.
By Thomas Czernek4 years ago in Horror
Out of Body
They pulled up to a grand vacation house, white and nearly brushing the glowing green canopy. Dignified marble columns guarded the house and stood so tall that they seemed to bend over Celia the more she tilted her head back, so she shook her curly head to dissipate the dizzying illusion, then turned her eyes to the heavy white doorway up the marble steps. Her parents heaved open the double doors before her, the unlit windows staring down like eyes and the entryway a mouth ready to swallow her. A nice place for her family to stay for a bit, Celia told herself, but undeniably daunting.
By Micah Brady4 years ago in Horror
A NIGHTMARE THAT ENSUED
"What a bloody nightmare" Travis told himself in fear, the night was becoming an ordeal of disturbances, Halloween 0ctober 31st, just a few hours ago Travis received intel that some strange mystifying reports of cannibalistic activities were sighted near an off-grid mansion. Missing people reports accumulated fast in his once peaceful local town, he was after all a respected police officer with a duty of care to his people so the pressure was on, he had to do something before things exaebated. A team of experts was sent to investigate but radio contact was abrupted and the team of professionals never proclaimed an update of the situation to the longitude and apprehension. This initiated his curiosity to know whats happened and worried him fieacley so instead of risking more of the lives of those he cared for he set out to invesitgate the disturbances alone. To the woods he hastened, arriving soon to the spooky spine-chilling mansion with only the disturbing echos of the crows that inhabited the outdoors like guardians to scared treasure. He ignored them fixating on being resilient and entered valiantly unaware of what was inside...
By Kyran Burrows4 years ago in Horror
Through the Obsidian Ring
Sūl's first light broke the horizon. The early morning was still brisk when they arrived at the outcrop overlooking the ruined city of Uruk, which sat overshadowed by the colossal ring wall. A thick mustard fog enveloped the city remains, only showing the few buildings that pierced through the whirling clouds of nauctis gas discharge from the ring structure.
By C.J. Goodin4 years ago in Horror
The Book of Lies
It breaks my heart that it has come to this. I sit in a stolen car outside the old shack in the western Maryland woods. As I mumble the forbidden canticle of Saint Michael, I pull my pistol from it’s shoulder holster. An M1911 - one of the first made in fact - I run my fingers down its barrel, tracing the engravings in enochian script. I have named it Ender of Stories. A pompous and overblown name to be sure. But a fitting one nonetheless, for it has taken many lives, ending many stories. More than a few by my own hand and not all of those were human. Plus the very act of naming it links it to me and gives the weapon power.
By Michael Mayr4 years ago in Horror
