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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.

Hunted House By The Lake
Jack, are you going to Paul’s house tonight? I don’t know. I promised to show Hannah around. She is new here and I thought I’ll get her on a small trip around our town tonight.
By Justyna J4 years ago in Horror
Lake Casualty
Chapter 1 - Michael and Stella Michael DiGregario, a large man at six feet; pushing fifty, was a musclebound, blue collar man who saw his fair share of misery and tragedy. What no one could do, was call him a terrible father. The day his daughter, Stella, a precocious, 9 and three quarters, came home from the hospital; his own beating heart must've stopped at least three times.
By Carlos Gonzalez4 years ago in Horror
Peacemaker
Part I: “Peter, take the trash out, it’s getting late.” “Yes, mom.” “Also, make sure Thriller goes to the bathroom.”
By Alexis Byrd4 years ago in Horror
The Secret
Nate heard the sound of the shower kick on, Nora was first tonight, but he would be lying if he said he could wait to get clean himself. It had been a fairly busy day, and after a week of working second shift, getting a good night’s sleep was a blessing. He threw on his coat and made his way to the front door. Nate needed a cigarette, even if the weather outside was frightful. An early season nor’easter had decided to blow through, and the wind was howling in the sideways rain.
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Horror
Fear in the Caverns
Screacher loathed the tourists encroaching on his ground, his sanctuary in the wild. “Why must they trespass, this is mine!” He spoke aloud, enraged. Rocky terrain flooded with tall trees and generous foliage consistent with that of a national forest, Mammoth Cave to be exact, in the state of Kentucky. Screacher had dealt with these eager nature hunters before. Hikers, trekkers, horse-back riders, “The whole blasted lot of them!” he grumbled. “They will pay, oh yes, they must pay. Just like the others…”
By Laura Lynne4 years ago in Horror
Castle Hill Lake
Detective Anders Josephs received the call in the early hours of Friday morning, Elena Kali, the young author who had recently moved to Castle Hill Lake, was missing. In the dark he stumbled sleepily around his small city apartment to collect his rumpled clothes and gulp down a bitter, cold coffee made yesterday, before groggily heading off in his small, old blue sedan on the long journey to Castle Hill Lake.
By Lena4 years ago in Horror
Thousand Dollar Death
Angelica Morello stands in the rain, trying to muster up the courage to step inside the pawnshop. The Morello’s only valuable to sell is a gold and pearl rosary that journeyed with her mother from Italy. Since the stock market crash three years ago, havoc has wreaked on families and businesses all across America, and now it’s come to her front door. With her unemployed currently and her father’s masonry business getting so few jobs, they need money to support the family of seven. Nausea burns her stomach as she imagines the meager price this family heirloom will fetch.
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Horror
Spirit Lake
My change was so innocent, peaceful even. Not at all like the beginning of the end of Mount St. Helens. To understand my incarnation, I suppose I should explain the violence that happened before my birth: the eruption of Mt. St. Helens. In one instant, May 18th, 1980, she blasted out 23 square miles of rock, mud and debris; a hot, steaming avalanche that reached 300 mph, killing 61 people, most of which landed in Spirit Lake. What didn't land in Spirit Lake was washed back down into the lake by an 850-foot wave. All in all, about 430,000,000 cubic meters of pyrolyzed trees, organic matter (including human), volcanic ash and debris landed in Spirit Lake: my lake.
By Faith Guptill4 years ago in Horror
The Siren's Song
The Arcane River flows through a series of giant geysers within an untouched forest in the depths of Northern New Zealand. The river run along the emerald green trees that seemed to brush the cotton candy pink clouds of the midsummer sunset. The hills seemed to stare at the truck driving through them almost intently. Just watching. Jim lets off the gas a little to enjoy the view. He rolled down his window and stuck his head out.
By That’s Crazy4 years ago in Horror
Bloom
The marsh stinks of rot and old magic, smothered beneath the fresh scent of spring. The smell is familiar, and though some may find it unpleasant, I find comfort in it. The day is bleak: the sky grey, the grasses bleached of colour, the waters dark and opaque. Almost—I see something large swish beneath the surface, and I’m careful to step away from the edge. I know what things lurk here.
By Alana S. Leonard4 years ago in Horror
The Bayou
"Eve Marie! Get yo blanche self over here, NAW!" The red-haired older woman screamed from the hot porch. It was a hot day in Louisiana, the heat withering the plants that were already dead as they surrounded the older woman's lawn.
By Lena4 years ago in Horror
Shattered Image
Blasting the music from her earphones couldn’t blot out the horror, the sorrow. The covers wrapped around her couldn’t warm the bone deep chill, or stop every cell from trembling. The images kept coming. She wanted to clamp her hands over her ears and scream, scream long and loud. Maybe then it would stop. Maybe then she could sleep.
By Krista Johnston 4 years ago in Horror