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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.

Never Go in the Woods Alone
“If you go down in the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise. If you go down in the woods today, you better go in disguise. For every bear that ever there was. Will gather there for certain because, today’s the day the teddy bears are having their picnic.”
By Patricia Brothers4 years ago in Horror
A siren's song
The night sky was filled with stars, the only sounds heard were that of the frogs singing and loud, drunk laughter. Three young male adults stumbled their way through a thicket leading them directly to the bayou.
By Jessica Randall4 years ago in Horror
Gifts
“A gift,” says Lia, rolling up her pant leg to dig for something in her sock. When she straightens I’m looking at an Aspen tree during winter months - beautiful, standing tall, almost straight, but not quite; slightly leaning, slightly crooked. All graceful and thin. Coming up out of the ground like a white piece of bone.
By Olivia Warnick4 years ago in Horror
The Beast of Walden
"O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done" - Walt Whitman The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window, but not for long. For a short period during the depths of winter in the year 1865, Walden Pond laid dormant to its usual visitors after reports emerged of numerous night-time sightings of a mystical figure appearing amidst the foggy waters. As the sensation grew more mysterious and frightening, the curious few who braved the legends in search of such a creature in the woods all claimed to have survived to tell the story. Though in fact, they had all scurried off at any faint sound that emerged from the waters, never once seeing upfront the horror of this legend. However, what they sensed in the woods was enough for the rumors to spread through nearby towns, particularly amongst the resident kids, inducing them to nightmares of the so-called Beast of Walden that lingered in their imagination.
By Vi Nguyen4 years ago in Horror
The Wishing Lake
There was no sound. No wind, no birds, and the surface of the lake was utterly still. In so many pictures, Ashley had seen this lake sparkle under green trees in the warm sunlight. Of course it would be grey today. The sky was overcast, and the clouds stooped low, their wings saturating the treetops. Fog misted up at the reaches of the lake. The far bank was dark with black trees. She had stuttered down the steep bank, skidding through mud and catching herself on branches to get as close to the surface of the lake as she could—the Wishing Lake.
By Jean' Guillory4 years ago in Horror
The Other Half
It was late in the fall when she finally came to the conclusion something about that house just wasn't right. At night the energy always seemed to go cold, like having chills go up the back of a warm body. For so long her parents; who had left her there alone, had told her that it was just all in her head. The night her friend Ashley came to stay for the last weekend of their break from college, all her questions got answered.
By Kimberly Miller4 years ago in Horror
The Cruise
Emily: You guys all packed and ready to go yet? Jason: All set! Brian: I’m ready Brianna: I’m ready too! I’m so exited you guys, we have been planning this for forever now!
By Tyasiah Walker4 years ago in Horror
Distant Shore
Hannah hadn’t always feared the water. It started slow as most things do; a queasy feeling in the bath or the polite decline to a pool party invite along with her mother’s handwritten apology. Gradually it evolved until the phobia forced her to shower with her eyes closed and the door open. The dread manifested itself the same way each time. A tightening in her chest that evoked the sensation of filling up and a splitting headache like a knife being twisted into her temple that preceded it. Her mother had attempted to assuage her fear, address the source and prevent Hanna from a life of crippling anxiety, but she had refused her swim lessons, instead choosing to sit by the edge of the pool, rubbing her temple.
By Nadeau Tara4 years ago in Horror
Under The Surface
Galey's ear itched relentlessly. The diving suit must have had a thread loose. Styles's fluorescent flippers undulated in the murk ahead. The trio had long since departed the shallows in favour of the gaping maw that led into the abyssal night. Perhaps hardly "in favour" - Croft's serenity was not contagious, whereas Styles's urgency was. Which was why Croft, gliding ponderously, was untroubled that he had lost sight of Galey's own garish flippers at least two passages ago.
By Trystan Rummery4 years ago in Horror
Deep down Under
Its 2 am and everyone is sleeping. By everyone, I mean, Ev-er-y-one. Of course its 2 am and everyone is sleeping accept me. Lord what do you want from me?! I start thinking of all the Gods and dieties, that I could have possibly upset and start apologizing and asking forgiveness from each one of them.
By Vocal-lady-ist Ms. Kerri4 years ago in Horror
The Voyage
The Voyage The Ocean can be the most brutal of all evil beings. It has a mind of its own and it doesn’t show mercy to the weak. Akua loved the water, ever since he was a little child. Water helped to bathe him, feed him, and comfort him. This Ocean Water was different. It was absent of color, blackness into the depts of it’s unknown. He could no longer see the water, but what he heard was almost a constant echoing of despair and death. During the day, sun light would shine through the open cracks from the wooden top deck. Akua would look through the cracks at the streaming rays of sunlight and be reminded of his home. During the night, it was a different demon. The Hull was where so many of his family were bounded together. It was dark, wet, and smelled like death. The wooded floor attacked the body with needles that wedged into the skin. The medal chains that linked over 600 nearly naked African’s cut into the flesh and left oozing infections. Demons captured them. Akua and his twin Zara were hunting and gathering foods to bring back to their tribes. It was the best part of their day because they were able to work together, there was great pride in bringing food back to share with their people. At first Akua was fascinated when he saw these men with pale white skin. He soon discovered that they were demons. Akua thought that he could see straight through them. Their magical skin would turn red right in front of his eyes. The demonic language that they spoke was foreign and new. Akua was a young man, and he had just finished his right of passage into being a warrior. His father was so proud. Akua had never been afraid of the jungle animals, nor was he afraid of the warrior fights. Now, on this ship he was terrified. Akua knew from childhood that evil could not be conquered by the spear. He needed weapons given by his ancestors, but he was far from home and far from those gifts. In the pitch-black tomb, he called out to his sister. He needed to make sure that she was okay.
By Jennie Pless 4 years ago in Horror
The Tale of Lake Lanier
The air was thick. The air was thick in a way that felt warm against the sun, the rays of the sun radiated deep onto their skin. However, the heat of the sun was not overwhelming, as the breeze from the sea provided a comforting coolness. The combination of the heat and the breeze was just enough to bring them to thirst, but that is what summer days are for... Being at the prime of youth, spending your summer afternoons under the sun lakeside with fruity drinks with names that can’t be remembered.
By Jennie Pless 4 years ago in Horror