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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.

A Drowning Hungry
A Drowning Hungry When I finally had the courage to open my eyes, which didn’t take long, I knew I was about to drown, right there is that brown, Kiwi shoe polish looking water, not even a mile away from my house! I couldn’t believe it, but there I was. My turn in the window I thought… not now!!! The police and news crews would eventfully show up, and there I would be… The Star of the 6pm Local News, maybe even a National mention. Floating down that stinking, brown, polluted Rouge River…. I was terrified!! When I first hit the water, it was SO much colder than what I had thought it would be. It was April, early April and me being a seasoned Mid-Western boy, so I thought should have known better! I had taken the bet or a commission to swing across the widest part of the Rouge River, which ran through this heavily wooded area in my city/suburban town West of Detroit, MI. The river was pretty tame in that area for the most part, although the current was still pretty strong even through the river always appeared to be moving really slowly. It was where the river bent to the South just a little, which gave the area a nice size bank where folks use to hangout and do all the things that kids and young adults aren’t supposed to be doing. One guy that use to hangout at The Bank, that’s what the locals called it, name was Mike! Crazy Mike that is… not in the sense of being institutionalized, I don’t think; but him hanging out with kids my age kids or even younger was a concern to some! See, I was only 10 at the time and this guy who we called Crazy Mike was probably around 16 or so. He didn’t really look that old, so no one ever said anything to him. And because everyone knew he was a little off, people with any type of common sense used to just avoid him altogether. He was always in the neighbor, not locked up or anything like that, so we thought if he was not in jail or at the local mental Hospital, Eloise D Block, that he was OK. Mike always had lots of CASH, so people use to hang around him for that. He was basically harmless I thought, outside of when he got to talking to himself, then watch out. But other than that, he was kind of funny. Mike used to hang out at The Bank everyday looking for someone to get a cheap laugh from. The Bank was the widest point of the River in that area as I said; it was also the best and fastest way to cross the river. There was two ways at The Bank to cross that locals had built, my contribution was clearing leaves and bushes. One was via a deliberately placed tree bridge used to crawl across, and the other a make shift swing with several knots that hung high above the sometimes swiftly moving Rouge. The rope was replaced yearly to try and ensure the safety of those brave enough to try and swing from one muddy bank to the other. Mike also used the swing to entice young kids to do dangerous things that so far had not gotten anyone seriously injured. If you didn't cross at The Bank, folks mostly kids and thugs had to make the nearly 2 mile hike due West toward Middlebelt Rd. to cross at the closest pedestrian and traffic bridge.
By Thaddeus4 years ago in Horror
My ghost sister gets to have fun
Dorothea smiled wickedly. She lifted her elegant hands, joined them together at her breast, manicured ghostly fingertips lightly touching, and slowly, chest heaving in anticipated joy, she gently moved her joined fingers back and forth, caressing them in sheer delight. Her appetite and lust for mayhem and it's subsequent dark pleasure, had been whetted.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Horror
Blue Light
Heavy steam on the windows meant it was time to go. The temperature outside was dipping, and the lake outside had sheets of ice shattering into the shore. Even though I was in my classic flannel and beanie, my friends were all in the skin tight kind of dresses that score free drinks and less than sensible footwear.
By Rebeka Nguyen4 years ago in Horror
The Zombie Apocalypse Pond
“I think we should check the aquarium and see if the zombies have left,” Jared says. I look at him sharply and say, “Are you kidding me? Have you already forgotten what happened yesterday? We nearly got killed by the horde we led into the aquarium, to take out those marauders.”
By Taylor Ellwood4 years ago in Horror
Tales of the Lonely Lake
Emmanuel spoke up and stated, "I believe the boat might not be the Devil's Boat, however some lower devil here to frighten Lonely Lake. He stood up and stated to us all, "I believe the red boat is assaulting individuals in Lonely Lake since we require it to.
By Success4 years ago in Horror
The Blood in The Water
Like slick oil, suffused on puddles in the gloomy glow of traffic lights, there was blood in the water. You couldn’t see it unless you were looking for it, and although Gabriella’s face was smeared with fresh tears, she did notice the strange tint to the lapping tides, if only in passing. She wasn’t going anywhere in particular; Gabriella was just willing the pain in her heart to diffuse into her body and become physical through the act of walking. An old man shuffled past her, so focused on the burdening task of moving at his age that he did not stop to notice Gabriella’s anguish. All he felt was envy as he watched her bronzed, toned legs carry her forward.
By Andrew Culhane4 years ago in Horror
Never, Ever Go To The Lake When The Moon is Full
"Never, ever go to the lake when the moon is full.” That was what the note said, the note that the caretaker slid under the door of our villa. The note was made out of blue-lined paper and lightly scented with vanilla, and the writing on it was cursive and concise. It read:
By Alvin Ang4 years ago in Horror
Seance
Candles sat in a large circle, surrounding the foursome. One spot remained empty, not for ghosts that AJ knew would not come, but for effect. The circle of light came together to form a double column, leading to the spot where three grisly murders occurred two centuries earlier. The candle flames furthest from the group jumped and sputtered. AJ looked up the stairwell. The cellar door remained closed, the towel he’d stuffed beneath it still in place. Except for candlelight, the cellar was absolutely dark.
By Debora Dyess4 years ago in Horror
The Drawings of Purgatory
“What cha doin’?” a squeaky voice called from the forest. I clutched the delicately stained papers against my chest, mildly startled, and turned to face my new visitor.
By Jasmin McCardell4 years ago in Horror
The Letter
The middle-aged man entered his son's apartment, dread making the room seem darker than it could possibly be in the mid-afternoon. Anguish had aged him a decade overnight, stooping his shoulders better than a pallet of brick could have done over a lifetime. He wasn't sure what he expected, but what he saw didn't meet it; the apartment seemed in order, nothing destroyed, nothing vandalized. This was the last place anyone knew his son had been alive and normal. It shouldn't seem so commonplace.
By Debora Dyess4 years ago in Horror
The Search For Amusement
Day 14 of cruise. Boring! 13 days down, 22 days to go on this thirty-five day boring hell hole of a cruise ‘vacation’. On this very special trip from Sydney to Hawaii, I have had the honour of basically only seeing the ocean, lots and lots of ocean. Did you know it’s vast? Well it is! Never ending waters, just like my tears! I am so bored! I have barely seen my parents this entire time, just me and the sea. I do not know why they insisted on dragging me along on this ‘family’ vacation. They don’t even seem to want me here, they just want to relive their honeymoon. So gross! There is literally nothing for a teenager to do on this stupid ship, but my parents seem to think it is a paradise, I don’t even know what they do all day and I sure as hell don’t want to imagine all the gross things they have probably been doing without me. This trip sucks so much! I miss home so badly! I hate being here! I miss all my friends! I cannot believe how I have to spend my summer… my last summer before college! I don’t even have WiFi most of the time, like what the hell is that about! What kind of monsters don’t always have WiFi working?!? I’m so damn bored, I’m journaling for christ sakes! I’ve hit rock bottom! Thank God, it's only two more days till the next docking. Two more days till WiFi. I will call my friends, and I will go to the bathroom in a facility that does not make me seasick, that’ll be nice…. Well that’s pretty much it. Another day in the life of me staring at open waters all day. Till tomorrow, Journal, if my brain doesn’t turn to mush first.
By Cara Jean Andersen4 years ago in Horror
The Well Beneath the Floor
There it was again. The voice. “You know what you’ve done,” it whispered in its androgynous timbre. This time I was angry. Enough was enough.
By Dean McNeill4 years ago in Horror