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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 Last Room on the Left
“Come on, Dad, we have to hurry up!” said Breanna over exaggerating. “Why do I need to hurry up?” Dad asked being a smart alec. “Woof, Woof!” barked Eli, their pitbull puppy. “See he even gets it, Dad,” Breanna responded with a giggle. “Okay. Okay, hold your horses. Our new home isn't going anywhere.” “But my bladder is though,” Liam shouted intensely, “I gotta pee, Dad!” So many laughs, so many weak bladders. “We need to make it before I pee on myself, too,” said Mom. “There it is!” Liam shouted vigorously.
By Kaylen Collins4 years ago in Horror
Krampus 2020
CAUTION: READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED RATED R FOR THE FOLLOWING REASONS D,S,L,V DRUGS, SEX, LANGUAGE,VIOLENCE Krampus is half goat demon with long horns sometimes depicted in a Santa suit. He is said to punish the misbehaving and uncontrollable children. His story originates in Germany. This particular demon is said to be the evil counterpart to the Santa Claus or Saint Nicholas. A demon said to be so evil, so terrifying that the children only have to meet him once.
By the good witch 4 years ago in Horror
The Song of a Gazelle
Dark, struggling, demented anguish is all that can be felt between mile 13 and 31 on Range Road 73. Despair lingers. The air hangs thick enough to feel as though one is breathing through a straw. The atmosphere stings with the bloody scent of sweet iron musk. The locals say the road is the epitome of death. Thousands of men, women, and children have disappeared; all being reported to have taken a route through Range Road 73. Electronic activities cease, vehicles become disabled, minds distort, and no one who has entered that stretch of gravel has ever been heard from again. They say around midnight, on the eve of every full moon, a sweet and tangy melody can be heard by the poor souls who are destined to die. An undeniably irresistible, soft, bleeding, longing tune; strong enough to pull one in without any notice or protest. Some say it is the song of a siren, a siren no one who ever heard was able to resist.
By Danielle Roske4 years ago in Horror
Till Depths Do Us Part
It was the middle of the night when Johanna Rhodes sat waiting outside the front entrance to La Sirenita Motel for her Ryder driver to pick her up. She sat uneasily on a bench with her bags in tow, looking over her shoulder, hoping that her new husband Danny hadn’t woken up, found the letter that she had left him, and began looking for her.
By Michael Bloom4 years ago in Horror
Lady of Weeping Lake
He stared at the void of the blank document screen, infuriated by its plain, dreadfully white background. “ Why can’t I think of anything!”, he thought to himself. It had been this way for months now since the publishing of his bestseller. A story that had brought him the recognition he had so long desired from his work since boyhood. He had always dreamed of being mentioned among the likes of Koonst, Christie, and King as one of the great literary minds of suspense and horror. When his first story was published, he had seen it as the first of his rise to the ranks of those great authors, but as time passed the blank page that once held such promise, now turned into an ever-goading reminder of his inadequacy. What was worse than that, the money which had at one point been his ticket out of the desperate circumstance he was once so akin to, was nearly all dried up.
By T.D. Chronicler4 years ago in Horror
Siren Song
Throbbing bass reverberated across the deep black lake. The old resort was vacant as usual. Drownings attributed to unpredictable strong currents had given the area bad press, unsalvageable even by the best PR team. The abandoned tourist attraction became the perfect location for young people to dance and do drugs to the soundtrack of whatever DJ was available in the area that night.
By Emelia Fournier4 years ago in Horror
Don't Look Back
Miguel casts a new line in the pristine lake. Blue skies, crisp air, and the soft breeze warms his heart as the kayak rocks in the water. It’s his weekend off, and he decided to take a nice little trip to the wilderness not too far away. Gotta unplug and just chill. Good for the soul.. thinking to himself as he watches the floater bob. He looks around and takes in the view; luscious and vibrant trees surrounding the vast lake. It’s quiet enough to hear all the wildlife thriving in the forestry deep within the trees. The fisherman takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, his way of being within the peacefulness of the moment. He sits there in silence for what seemed like eternity, living in the moment until it is interrupted by a heart-dropping scream “HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!” from the trees behind him. He slowly turns his head around and sees a woman running to the edge of the woods where it meets the lake. “PLEASE GET SOME HELP!” she continues screaming out , moving frantically and holding a bloody stump where her arm should be. The woman’s clothing is all tattered and torn, covered in blood and whatnot. Miguel immediately drops his fishing rod and begins to paddle in her direction. “I’M COMING TO HELP JUST STAY RIGHT THERE!” he shouts back, trying to move as fast and as desperately as possible. The woman panics and screams“PLEASE HURRY I CAN HEAR IT COM-” then letting out a piercing scream as something out of sight begins to pull her back in the woods. The woman continues yelling “NOOOOOOOOOO!”, trailing away in the distance until she’s abruptly stopped. Miguel stops paddling; a cold, sharp chill begins creeping up his body as he begins to process the moment. He couldn’t see what had pulled her in but it was strong enough to yank her with an immense force, and brutal enough to mutilate a person. His heart is pounding in his chest the more he questions the moment. He reaches for his pocket to grab his phone but it’s empty. Miguel frantically searches his other pockets in his vest, his cargo shorts, and jacket but still no phone. He looks through the tacklebox and throughout his backpack but his phone is nowhere in sight. Then he remembers he had left it charging in his car parked at the car lot for the park. Sweat begins to build in his forehead as he tries to gather ideas on what he should do. I could head to the other side of the lake but what good is that gonna do? The car’s in the same goddamn direction that woman came from! There is nothing in the opposite direction but more trees and shit, the phone’s in the car, and from what I can tell no one came to fucking check out what the fuck is going on out here. Frozen, he stares at the woods she came from as the realization sets in. I’m gonna have to go through there if I have any chance of getting out of here. Miguel grabs his backpack and takes stock of what he has to defend himself with. Okay I have a knife, I can leave the kayak here and take one of the paddles with me. Piece of cake right? It’s just the woods, I’ve been here many times, nothing that crazy here. Probably just a crazy person, I can handle them, he assures himself, trying to muster up the energy for the trek. He picks up the paddles again, and slowly begins to paddle to the bay while looking frantically around to see if anyone is coming. There has to be other people here, other people to help me and that woman. Park rangers and shit right? After a few moments he finally reaches the bay, giving the surrounding area one last look around before stepping foot on the land. “HELLO?!” he shouts, the yell echoes outward but he doesn’t get a response back after a while. It’s daylight but I can’t hear the birds or any wildlife anymore, the whole forest is silent now. The thought sent Miguel on edge, what the fuck is going on here? He puts on his backpack and grabs a paddle then begins his path into the forest.
By Jared Chavez4 years ago in Horror
Under the Great White Northern Lights
The whole trip had been a nightmare. They drove the old Honda up the coast in silence, her headache too insufferable for music, and the sun was already setting in the sky when they parked at the lift. Without even having a moment to stretch out her legs, Alex was rushing them to the cable car, and anxiety paralyzed her as it carried them over a valley so deep and dark she thought it might actually be bottomless.
By Austin Harvey4 years ago in Horror
