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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.
Triple Threat
Triple Threat It was the day before Friday the 13th and I had awakened with a sense of melancholic unease. I felt like something wasn’t right. I slid out of my warm and comfortable bed as my stomach yearned for food. The floors were cold against my bare feet as I wandered into the kitchen to wash my clammy hands. The kitchen sink water wasn’t flowing. I wasn’t sure why and I sighed with disappointment. I looked out the window and the view outside was shocking and disorientating.
By Madison Wardell 4 years ago in Horror
Whispers
There is a still hour when no one speaks but whispers are nevertheless heard, like flags fluttering in the wind or dogs barking far off in the distance, a call of distress poisoning the thickness in the air. This is when Michael hears her voice, whispers in a still hour. All through the night he keeps himself moving just to feel sane, but eventually he must stop, consign himself to the softness of a bed in which sleep will barely come, and think of the love he lost to the bitter irony of circumstance.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Horror
The Fountain of Youth
I finally found it. The fountain of youth. Though I guess it would be better to call it a lake. I'm one hundred and four now and I've been searching for over seventy years for this. My body is old, my mind is finally starting to slip, and my will has been fading but I finally found the fountain. So it wasn't in vain and everything I've lost to find it can be mine again. The fountain was within a vast forest where the trees hugged so close together that at some points it had been almost impossible for me to continue forward. But I had hobbled, crawled, and literally flung myself forward in my pursuit.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Horror
The Skeleton Horror of Peace
Days of the haunted come lay waste by my side, as the ghouls and witches flow through the night. I venture forth paths familiar, to find the truth of life for my own debuter. A virgin to life and all its realities, constantly thinking where we all would be. Validity of self and what it is all about, seeking peace within yourself without feeling codependent for others' health. Feelings of clarity and the choice one makes, must only be for the love, that you, yourself haven't made.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Horror
The Nameless Town
November 2016, A woman by the name of Joanne Forester stays in a small coastal town close to the airport and conference center during a business trip. The first night she is there she checks into her small cottage on the beach. Joanne heads for a walk on the beach, its cool so she has it to herself. As she walks the sky darkens, the reflection on the water growing black. As the water and the sky above her darkens and swirls she feels her body, out of her control, walk her into the water. She never shows up to her meetings nor does she come home.
By Becky Arthurs4 years ago in Horror
A Day at the Beach
There was no more sand on the beach there, not even beneath the debris. Plastic and metal all the way down. Bottle caps, aluminum cans, shards of broken bottles, rusty coils tetanus-sharp on both ends, tens of thousands of latex gloves and unwrapped condoms, televisions, old landline phones with coils tied in knots, egg cartons and pizza boxes waterlogged to pulp. There was the odd bone. A fish’s spine, the hollowed out husk of a crab, the occasional fragment of what could be a skull. There was never any meat on any of them. And there were no more seashells.
By Joseph Green4 years ago in Horror
