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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.

Sempiternal
Tomorrow is my tenth anniversary with my girlfriend, Sara. We meet at the same spot every year on November 1st, even when it’s biting cold outside- which it usually is. I first saw Sara at the lake when I walked over there for my lunch break. It never occurred to me how shy I really was until she approached me and asked to share my picnic table. I stumbled over my words, cursing myself inside, but she laughed at me, she called me cute. The way she looked and smiled at me- I knew we were going to be together forever. We fell in love immediately. Love at first sight. We share a love that people ask me about to this day.
By A. L. Meade4 years ago in Horror
Cold
One night, long ago, in the old days, an outlaw named Mean Jim was setting up his camp on the shores of a quiet mountain lake, after a long, hard trip. The sky was clear and the moon was full; the water shimmered white. His little fire had burned low. The air was summer warm, and the breeze smelled sweet.
By Shawn Campbell4 years ago in Horror
A Most Violent Passion
He was somewhat of a pleasure to look at; tall, with a rather commanding figure. The broad shoulders and rippling muscles often attributed to male characters of stature, belonged to him also. His dark hair was short - as was the socially agreeable appearance of the times - and neatly combed away from his face. He answered to the name of Vyncent Sharp, and was at the moment indisposed with a dog-eared book and furrowed brow.
By Alex4 years ago in Horror
Swipe Right For Horror
My friend Neve told me that I should take my hits like everyone else and get online to look for my Prince Charming. Kiss all of the frogs that I needed to find him. I am not even the self-deprecating or defeating type, but it just figured that I would drag myself screaming and kicking to my phone to open up a dating app. Neve, who was very self-deprecating and defeatist, did not have any tolerance for my romantic notions that you could still meet the love of your life in person.
By F. Leonora Solomon4 years ago in Horror
Underwater, Nobody Can Hear You Scream.
Blowing out an exasperated sigh, Elli threw back the light sheet that was covering her body, sat up, and kicked her legs over the side of the bed. As she rose, sweat trickled down her naked back, forming a pool at the base of her spine before disappearing into the already-damp sheet. It was another sleepless, hot August night. Two months ago, Elli had turned 16. Two days ago, her mother had finally succumbed after a long battle with cancer. Two hours ago, Elli had (apparently) broken up with her boyfriend of nearly a year. The same boyfriend that she’d tenderly shared her virginity with had decided that being an emo douchebag was more important than being present for his girlfriend during “this difficult time.” She’d called him – long distance even – and told him that her mom had died. His response?
By Allison Rice4 years ago in Horror
Past Reflections
It was a foggy October morning when Johnny picked me up for a long weekend getaway to his family’s lake house on Governor’s Island on Lake Winnipesaukee. He had been looking forward to this trip all month long and perfectly planned every detail as if his life depended on it.
By Natalie Ellis4 years ago in Horror
The Singing Waters
The mist hung low and heavy. Sticky cold and slimy, it smeared across the roads obscuring all until that the car's headlights seemed like will o' wisps. Insubstantial. John wiped a hand over his face and looked at Cora sleeping in the passenger seat, belly full and bulging. It heaved and roiled as the baby moved inside - a wondrous thing. It made him feel sick. Like a tiny alien, an interloper, had snuck into his wife and bloated her beyond recognition, pushing and demanding until she had no time for him at all. That's why he had needed-
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Horror
Little Lake
Little Lake was a thing of legend in my town. Growing up in Indiana, it didn’t take much for our imagination to run wild, but everyone grew up knowing a few simple facts: you don’t talk to Dan Hagen outside of the liquor store, you don’t leave your porchlight on in November, and you don’t visit Little Lake after dark – all the details of these stories fading into obscurity over time, but the superstitions keeping us abiding to the rules nonetheless.
By Jo Akdo4 years ago in Horror
Honeymoon for One
It didn’t have to be this way! Over and over, my mind screamed the words as I fought my way through the thicket. Sweat poured into my eyes, and covered my body in a clammy, sticky film. The dirt clung to my skin. I could see my breath as it ran away from me. Laboriously, I dragged my burden over the brambles once in a while, cutting myself on a branch or a barb. The weight that I’d effortlessly carried across the threshold of our home not so long ago was substantially harder to navigate in its current state. And I realized how much you’d carried me, in the beginning. How much lighter you always made things.
By Emily LeClaire4 years ago in Horror
The DarkRoom
It's dark, and I can't see anything. My mind keeps wandering to things I never knew I knew; is this what insanity looks like? The room is so cold I can't even feel my fingers on my cheek. Every bit of me is numb, and I don't understand. " hello? Is anyone listening to me?" I have to keep calm, " hello is anyone there!?" What is that noise? I'm scared! " HEY! IF YOU'RE OUT THERE SAY SOMETHING!" I feel sick. I don't know what's going on, but I can just feel it; someone is in here. I have to get out of here, I have to run, but there's nowhere to go! How long have I been here? It feels like forever. "twinkle twinkle little star. Haha haha" why is this funny to me? Why am I laughing at a time like this? I don't get it! When's my birthday? How old am i? Do I have a family?
By Dylan-Quinn Harris4 years ago in Horror
The Vjana Milele
“There! On the left,” our guide, Toby said. He pulled over and turned off the engine. “Through the grass, a paw!” “Where?!” my little brother scrambled to my side of the jeep, all elbows and binoculars as he fought for a clearer view.
By Cara Loften4 years ago in Horror
Daybreak
“Deanna, is death a friend?” The small woman untucked her legs from beneath her as Sebastian’s voice cut through the frigid autumn air. It was too early to turn on the heat and their pockets hadn’t been plump this year as it was. Wood was expensive and they had no kindling to speak of. So, they went cold.
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Horror