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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.

EMMA'S REVENGE
Emma had been waiting for this night for a long enough. She knew he would be bringing her to the cabin in the woods again. This would be the night she would get the revenge she wanted. Emma and Dakota meet in Kentucky 10 years ago. Both of them had just gotten out of college and getting started in life. Everyone thought they where a match made in heaven. And Dakota and Emma thought it was love at first sight. Emma was simply in love with the fact she was in love with Dakota. She was in the start of a new relationship and everything seemed exciting and new. Just looking at Dakota took her breath away. She knew she was destined to spend the rest of her life with him.
By Adriane Kirby4 years ago in Horror
To The Ones We Love
Philippa found him fetaled in a tight ball in the cupboard next to the sink. She’d been opening and closing the cabinet doors in rapid succession, executing an efficient sweep of the kitchen, and she lit up with the now familiar rush of adrenalin when she saw him, threw herself back against the fridge with an involuntary yelp.
By Josh Reed4 years ago in Horror
Hurricane Season
a storm is coming. I think he's dead. we're lying on the living room floor. a close up of eyes. outside, its windy and raining.
By melissa Ramos4 years ago in Horror
The Spider Who Loved Her
The Spider Who Loved Her By TK Wilson Chapter one The Girl Susan could smell bacon cooking as she stretched and yawned. She always thought it was so cute when they cooked breakfast, but way too domesticated for her liking. She wrapped the sheet around her and headed to the shower. As she dressed, she hid her panties under his pillow. They always appreciated the souvenir. Well, at least. no one ever tried to return them. Of course, very rarely did she see any of them again either. She giggled at that thought and headed downstairs. "Good morning, Rob" she greeted her father's best friend and business partner. "Robert" he said "And good morning to you too, Suzy!" He knew she hated that form of her name! "Not funny, Robert!" she huffed, as she poured a cup of coffee. Do you have anything to sweeten this with? "YOU!" he teased as he snuck up behind her and kissed her on the back of her neck. She jumped and spilled coffee everywhere. "Oops, sorry. I'll clean that up." he said as he grabbed paper towels and did just that. She sat her cup in the sink and said, "I have somewhere I need to be anyway. I'll just grab something on the way." "Oh, don't be angry." He said. "Not angry, at all. No worries, at all" she replied. "I just have a busy day and I wasn't going to take your cup with me. I don't know what I was thinking." "Will I see you tonight?" he asked. "I don't think that would be a good idea. You know my father would NEVER approve! Let's just be glad we got to enjoy each others company and keep it friendly." Susan said. "Can we talk about that? You know I have loved you from afar and now I would like to see what it could be. You know that I would treat you like a queen and that Jim would see that and be glad that you finally settled down and were taken care of." said Robert. "I don't have time for this right now. Can I call you later next week? Please, don't say anything to daddy about this....PLEASE!" she pleaded. "OK, OK. But if I don't hear from you by next Friday, I will come looking for you. Please, don't make me have to do that." Robert agreed. As Susan left his penthouse, she wondered how she was ever going to get out of this mess. She knew when she left the party with Robert, that it wasn't a good decision, but she had always enjoyed his humor and charm. Why not see how he was in the sack? She definitely had NO complaints there, but there was no way her father would approve. Of course, her father never approved of anything she did. That was usually why she did it!
By T. K. Wilson4 years ago in Horror
Woofer
Going to the amusement park every Summer with my parents was something I always looked forward to doing. The smell of buttery popcorn and cotton candy kept me excited. As long as Woofer was by my side, I was a kid who was ready to take on the world, or at least the festivities of the day.
By Natasha Morningstarr4 years ago in Horror
When Hell Is an Ever-Present Room
Lonnie saw his father get pulled under. In the unforgiving light of day, a light which fully showcases age and crestfallen expressions, he watched his father disappear. There was a struggle, of course, but the disruption of the lake’s surface quickly smoothed to present a type of fraudulent peace. And then, it was just Lonnie and the late afternoon, alone.
By A. Lenae4 years ago in Horror
Bound
First there was the smell. Thick and heavy, it invaded her senses and penetrated her airways and swept down her throat and festered like a feeding maggot in the pit of her stomach.
By Dean F. Hardy4 years ago in Horror
I Found "Willing" Candidates
It’s always been my dream. Ever since I was young, I would write short stories for my friends. They weren’t any good but I was a kid so my skills were lacking. As I aged, I assumed my writing would grow. It seems I was wrong.
By Evan Bond4 years ago in Horror
A World So Cold
Authors note: This is an active work in progress with the aim of publishing a full thriller novel at the end of the process, please take this as a work in progress and feel free to provide critiques or suggestions.
By Ryan Smith4 years ago in Horror
A Night Out
“This movie looks so real!” The woman in the car next to him shrieked. He wished they would put the top up. Danny didn’t want to hear how impressed with the cheesy special effects she was. They were awful. What a stupid horror movie this was. Not only were the blood and guts cheesy, but the deaths made no sense at all.
By Evan Bond4 years ago in Horror
The Stranger
He was tired of the dingy motels. The rotten smell of must and social decay stung his nostrils. There was no sadder place for someone like him. Russel always thought of himself as talented. His writings were that of a genius. He often thought of himself as the reincarnation of Edgar Allan Poe. The stories he wrote were masterpieces and the world would see that one day.
By Evan Bond4 years ago in Horror
Lucky Number Thirteen
There she was. As beautiful as he remembered. The sparkle of the black paint had faded over the decades, but he recognized his girl anywhere. He remembered cruising around behind the wheel, windows down, music blasting. It reminded him of his younger years. The youth he so desperately wanted to relive. Damn getting older.
By Evan Bond4 years ago in Horror