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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.

Something's Not Right
It’s fall, and the fog has settled in low today. Visibility is so poor. I can’t see more than a few feet in front of me. If I don’t pay attention, I’ll walk right off the edge into the water. The lake is empty, but the water ripples like a busy summer day. All the tourists and summer workers have returned to their everyday lives far away from here.
By Barrett DuPerron4 years ago in Horror
Point Of No Return
Matt was at a party with his friends when it happened. The party was important, anyone who was anyone went and this wasn't his first time going to one of these types of things. Though, Matt always dragged his friends along, invitation or not.
By Anna Miller4 years ago in Horror
The Water Under the Bridge
Feet pacing the ground, picking up speed as the path slopes downhill. My sneakers rubbing against my ankles letting me know they are getting just a little too tight. I don’t mind though. I keep running, telling myself to push it. I clutch tighter to the wireless bud in my ear so it doesn’t fall as I pace faster up the curve of the hill. The strong smell of saltwater brushes against my nose and cools my burning cheeks. The sun is barely in the sky, a bright cast of orange and red being pushed down by dark blues. I turn off my music, pull my earbud out and shove it into the tiny pocket on the inside of my pullover. I enjoy hearing the quietness of the waves crashing against the shoreline. The rhythm of my feet marching to the sound of nothing- it is music. I moved into a sleepy New England town with old roads paved of chipped cobblestone and all metal fixtures rusted away from years of saltwater. I moved out here late September after my husband died. I grew up in the Suburbs, but I craved country. He left me enough money to do that. He always wanted me to live my dreams. That is why I am forcing my body up this hill, as every vein in my body is begging me to stop, as my legs are shaky, and I taste blood in my mouth. I want to be just like him, better than me. It should’ve been me.
By Amy4 years ago in Horror
River Eyes
Something is off out there. There is far more to the land, waters, and living creatures we cohabitate this Earth with. Rather, it is the unknown that owns us, looming so close to our collective consciousness that we tend to shrug it off as an uneasy, passing feeling.
By Gabrielle Huther4 years ago in Horror
Mila's Graduation
Dawn breaks over the pond. A pastel yellow sun streaks the low horizon and casts the underbellies of the clouds with cotton candy. Behind, a baby blue sky begs to be seen. The saturation surges for just a moment, and then all colour is gone, lost to the daytime light, but just on the horizon, waiting for the sunset.
By baby bachio4 years ago in Horror
Demons Inwards
Reuben Moore was a lost young man. He had graduated college two years ago, but never managed to find a decently paying job (he still works his college job at a hardware store). His long-term girlfriend Janice just broke up with him because he was “too complacent” and she “doesn’t feel the connection anymore.” The worst part was that Reuben wasn’t even all that upset about it; honestly, he was more upset that she might be right: he was too complacent. He didn’t particularly have any long-term ambitions or goals for life. As long as he eventually found a real job and could continue making rent and utilities payments and putting food on the table, he was golden. His parents had given up on encouraging him at all. So when Janice left, he realised that he really did need to get his life in order. At this point, he felt like he didn’t even know who he was anymore. Throughout his life, playing video games had been who Reuben was…. What was he without them? He didn’t have any other hobbies; he didn’t do anything else other than work. Who was he? Reuben didn’t know anymore.
By R. Wilson4 years ago in Horror
Gone in an Instant
The salty breeze caressed her face as she opened the car door and breathed in deeply. She slid out from behind the wheel and stretched both arms toward the sky. It felt good after the hours of cramped travel. She glanced at her best friend, or at least the woman her best friend had become and smiled. She was glad Deanna forced her to come along on this trip. Even if she hated arts and crafts as much as Deanna loved them. Deanna lived for her domesticated Friday nights sitting among her fellow crafters creating home décor, she struggled to understand where the appeal was, but their lives had gone in very different directions. Even still she was glad to be attending the ever glorious Sun Fest with Deanna. She studied the run down hotel in front of her and wondered how this place had gotten the two stars it had on Google. Maybe it had been a nice place to stay at one point but now the years of hard use were etched on the rugged façade.
By Jolene Cave4 years ago in Horror
10 miles to woodmont
Fog and mist from Lake Morna obscure a long and winding two-lane road. Even with the high beams blaring from her old dark blue Honda Civic, Darcy could barely see twenty feet in front of her. A loud ringing came from the phone she had set on the passenger seat.Without taking her eyes off the road, she reached over and picked it up. A picture of Mark, her brother, popped up on screen. Darcy rolled her eyes, she told him it would take an hour or so to get to the cabin. Woodmont cabins are a little way out, but worth the drive.
By Tabby Ashworth4 years ago in Horror
Along the Cliffs
Miranda Walters sits in her wicker chair. The chair her mom most likely rocked her in as a newborn, twenty years ago. She’s watching the sun rise as she has for the past thirteen years. She used to sit on her dad's lap every morning as he read the paper. Now, at twenty years old, it's clear she misses her time with him. A soft breeze pushes a singular premature grey hair across her temple pulling focus away from the faint scar above her eyebrow. Her light blue eyes mirrored the ocean: a picture of calm. She hummed a lullaby as she presumably thought back on her life. She always loved the hint of salt in the air.
By Polar Plunge4 years ago in Horror
Pearl of Blood
Everything was silent in the room, none of the wall-to-wall computers and data monitors made a single hum. Amid the quiet steel room were three people, all in white coats with clipboards in hand. In front of them was a one-way mirror that divided the already small room. The three in white had their attention fixated on a slumped figure across from them on the other side of the glass. For a long few minutes, neither side moved. Finally, one of the white coats lifted a hand. In response, a very faint click was heard, barely on the edge of hearing.
By Amanda Adkins4 years ago in Horror
The Key
“Evie, come find me!” her whispered voice is loud inside my head, it’s in my ears, in the wind and echoing through the trees. The voice of a child, it’s everywhere, calling my name. I have to find her! The glow of the full moon struggles to pierce the clouds that fill the night sky, a blanket of thick fog fills the darkness and covers the earth. “Evie!” I make my way through the trees in the forest by the lake, I know she’s there.
By Inga Turner 4 years ago in Horror
A Siren's Song
On a cool crisp day in the middle of fall, a man runs through the serene park just a bit outside of his apartment in an expensive part of Potomac, Maryland. The entire area was beautiful, filled with color but the people that inhabited the park and even the apartment were a bit uptight and closed off from one another. The man took this very day to decide to run through the adjacent park as it was something his late wife had always wanted to do. She had heard from their neighbors that there was a beautiful lake at the end of the path, so to honor her, he wanted to see it for himself.
By Nick Cavuoti4 years ago in Horror