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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 Depths of Water
The Depths of Water It was a gloomy day on the Ivory Coast. The waters were bringing the wrath of the gods with them. I watched as the raging waters slapped against the sides of the fisherman boat. The captain walked over to me, “it seems like Yemoja is unleashing her fury on us today. She must be twirling her skirt of the 7 seas.” His heavy Nigerian accent swam through my ears, disrupting my day dream. I looked over at Chekiri Agha and the shadows of the clouds made his dark skin appear darker than it normally was. It sent chills down my spine.It was almost ghostly and haunting. Chekiri Agha had been sailing the waters with his father since he was a young boy. He knew the water like the back of his hand. “Checki I feel something in my spirit, something is going to happen.” Looking at me confused he let out a laugh, “Brakemi I think you should stay out of that head of yours, it does you no good. Always lost in another reality of your own, what is it this time?” I rolled my eyes at his remark and walked to the front of the boat. The grey skies seemed to intensify and the thunder began to rumble in the distance. We were heading straight for the storm, the waves got more aggressive by the minute. Chekiri Agha walked behind me to the front of the boat, “Brakemi, I am sorry if I offended you. I was just trying to lighten up your mood, you have been off to yourself all day and everyone is concerned.” I turned to Chekiri, “I am sorry for my distance but my spirit is deeply disturbed. I had a night terror and I haven’t been asleep since.” Turning around in shame I grabbed the side rails of the boat and looked off into the distant water. Lightning struck in the far distance bringing light into the gloomy clouds. Chekiri stood next to me and rested his arms against the boat. “I remember when I was a wanderer just like you, always wondering what was beyond our reality or what could be happening.
By India Bridges4 years ago in Horror
Mrs. Johansson
The mornings were always the best part of the day. The way the sun shone through the curtains, calling the night to end its reign and shining the waking sun’s peaceful glow on a delicate world. The birds sang and the wind blew gently over a small house in a small town in the middle of nowhere. The large lake still and quiet reflected the light all around them. Mrs. Johansson loved being in the middle of nowhere with middle of nowhere people and middle of nowhere peace and quiet.
By Anabelle Grisso 4 years ago in Horror
Lakeside Legacy
It was quiet by the lake that summer. His family had returned, as ritual, but it seemed that theirs would be the only lakeside legacy coming back to hide away during these warmer months. The Nyugen’s were trapped in London, at least that is what he’d gathered from Connie’s social media. Mr Richards had gone bankrupt and had been forced to sell their lake house, quite the scandal to their entire family as it had been in the Richards’ name nearly two hundred years. And the Coleman’s… Well, nobody expected them to ever come back.
By Henry Kelly4 years ago in Horror
"Disappointment Lake"
The child was beyond unbearable to look at, the deformities were indescribable. A person might not even be able to call the little boy a child. When Mr. Webster knew this was his last chance to have a child to carry on his family name he felt this child was simply a disgrace to his family, and he would rather not even have the child at all, then to be embarrased. Mr. Webster had begun creating ways to get rid of this anomaly.
By Trisha Cunningham4 years ago in Horror
The Girls Who Cried Ghost
An exciting breeze tickled Marilyn Castillo’s nose as loose frays of her brown hair danced in the wind, catching a layer of salty dew as the sun rose on the sea’s horizon. She exhaled a long sigh as she watched the small waves break against the side of the great wooden ship, the color of the depths closely resembling the swampy green irises of her young eyes. Just as she was about to close them, a startling scuffle sounded from the deck behind her.
By Katelyn Hunt4 years ago in Horror
The Dead Will Rise
Friday, October 1st, 2001 The date on the calendar glanced ominously in Baron's direction - the clock seemed to laugh with each elongated tick. If there was any sort of expression that he found helpful in the present moment, he would have been grateful for it. Any chance to live with any sort of feeling, would have been taken with a preemptive smile. Except here in the ghostly town of Grimly Heights, no one had any. The lack of smiles, constant trickery and scares, the horrifying sights and sounds of the wind slamming window shutters against the foundation...it got very boring to the 17 year old boy.
By Carter Spade4 years ago in Horror
Reunion
Pay attention ,everyone you meet has a part to play in your life, be the judge whether their intentions are good or evil." In this case, I'll just tell you guys this story, and you be the judge. As the morning rose in the summer of 2012, I awaken to the day of my grandpa's funeral. "What is it that you want to be when you grow up grandson"? The question my grandfather would always ask me, as I habitually replied with shoulder shrugs. See life at grandpas was mandatory because my mother would always be chasing the next thrill, having little time for me. Although I never complained, simply because grandpa Jessie gave me the love I craved from a father in addition to being a great teacher. Grandpa Jessie also took on an abundance of land in which a secret pond was where we would fish from, well okay hideout from grandma until her nagging ended.
By Frank Jager4 years ago in Horror
