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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 Lake Sings
“Sing me a song mommy.” “Sweet dreams are made of love. You and I were made for love. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think of holding you tight. Sweet dreams are made of love. You and I were made for love. All of my wildest dreams are waking up to you, it’s true.” Regina kissed her daughter on the forehead and dimmed the light. “A beautiful song for my beautiful girl. Goodnight dove, love you”. “Goodnight mommy, love you too.”
By Lydia Nickleberry4 years ago in Horror
Pull me out
It was a warm summer day. The thick brick walls did not provide any relief from the heat, so I decided to step outside in hopes for some cool breeze.
By itan zaken4 years ago in Horror
Groundwater
Date: 11-15-00 9:03 AM From: “Allison Oxenberg” <[email protected]> To: “Deborah Chang” <[email protected]>
By Vanessa Gonzales4 years ago in Horror
Still Waters Beneath the Surface
Alexis wasn't sure what she was supposed to find after driving nine hours to Might-As-Well-Be-Nowhere, Nebraska. She wasn't even sure why she was making the drive in the first place. Obviously it was important to go and pay her respects. Losing Candace hadn't been easy. It didn't make much sense, either.
By John Dodge4 years ago in Horror
From You
There are things in life I regret; I think it is a perfectly normal thing to say; everyone has regrets, right? Some regrets are felt more than others; for me, there is one decision I regret more than others.
By Kaylee Aleece4 years ago in Horror
A Peaceful Way to Die
"I think I'd want to drown," Janice said to the group of anticipating teenage girls. Her friends all stared back at her before erupting in laughter, gleeful looks of disbelief cemented on their faces. Latricee's eye's widened "why?" she asked, meeting Janice's eyes from across the circle.
By RJ4 years ago in Horror
Fairy Land
Homeland is nearby the sea A peaceful place for trippers Filled with delightful flowers Sublime for savoring tea It is a marvelous spot
By Francis L4 years ago in Horror
City Lights
Today is the anniversary of her death. Can you really call it death, though, if there is no body to speak of? Today is actually the day they stopped looking for Corie. That girl who seemed to stare back at Alice through her reflection. She was a little older. A little broken. More than a little lost.
By A. Grace4 years ago in Horror
Annie’s Apparition
The full moon reflected brightly off the dark waters of the ocean, as the waves gently washed upon the shores on the empty beach. The sun wasn’t even up in the early dawn of morning with the brisk fall air. The ocean wave machine temporarily in the off position, not even surfers were interested in coming to the beach. Fishermen were already out to sea earning their profits for the day. Annie was aware of ocean-lovers’ schedules and it was the primary reason for her coming to the desolated beach. She did not want to be around anyone. She wanted to be alone. Alone with her thoughts. Her memories.
By Iris Harris4 years ago in Horror
As the Tide Rushes In
Dear Sparky, We loved you very much. Jesus is going to take care of you now. We promise to pray to him every day and be good so he will give you Milk Bones. Please forgive us and Daddy. He didn’t mean it.
By Maria Sulzen4 years ago in Horror
Murder at a Moon-lit Soiree
Drowning. Lungs filling with water. Burning. Submerged. Where? How? Dark murky green cloudy water. Swallowed by it. Harder to fight. Harder to move. But wait. She became able to slowly take a breath. Burning still. Slowly another. Her body gave a moment of slow relief, a slight feeling lighter than the water that was weighing down her lungs. As if the water was pouring itself out of them. It burned with relief. She was ascending, rather than sinking. Oh. Another slow breath. She finally rose to the surface of the water, body still laid out flat. She thought she had been drowning? She thought it was death. How was this almost happening to her? What had decided to save her? dark. It was dark. Pitch black, middle of the night. Alone, floating in the middle of…. A lake? what was she doing in it? She strained her sore, burning eyes to find a shore line. She looked again. A flash of something along the water’s edge. a couple was dancing. A young, well dressed, well-groomed couple, as if at a ball and not oblivious to a failed murder scene. They continued twirling in a smooth line along the edge of the water, before the trees, until they vanished from sight as fast as they appeared. No one else was remotely around, she was by herself again.
By Corinn 4 years ago in Horror
The Coming Rain
The air is sticky. This is always the first sign that the crisp coldness of the forest will soon give way to a warm, incessant downpour that characterizes the shift of seasons. It has always perplexed me how a desperate landscape such as the one I traipse currently manages to maintain such a consistent schedule. As if time were the only thing it has left to nurse. It is easy for me to pass judgement upon the desolate trees and dried moss, but in reality, we have quite a bit in common. I too only have the hours of the sun to sustain me and the tally marks on the trees to tend to. Perhaps I am worse than the forest. These marks of passage fade from me quickly, and the seasons begin to blend, rendering their revolutions useless to me. But not this year. This year I am tracking every moment.
By Justina Holahan4 years ago in Horror