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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.
The Countdown
For decades the Doomsday Clock stood as a beacon to humanity; a symbol of our proximity to The End. Years ticked by as the minutes danced forward and back. The Arms Race, Climate Change, and a Pandemic ticking out a rhythm. Mortal hands believed themselves insightful as they tugged the hands to and fro; but they did not know, could not see, that they were dancing her waltz; as she tugged us all closer to the end.
By Lucas Chambers4 years ago in Horror
Into The Woods
Into The Woods by: Robert Rumery It was just another day in the state of Maine. The birds were chirping and it was a nice warm day. The sky had a light blue tint and white fluffy clouds floated by on that azure backdrop. A small town in Maine wasn't always the most fun place to be, especially for a young boy, there wasn't much to do. Adam Jacobson was a 12 year old boy with light brown hair and dark blue eyes. He was wearing a
By Robert Rumery4 years ago in Horror
Serenade of the Void
Inky blackness surrounds me, beneath my feet the cobblestone street is slick with rain; as if the world is weeping with me. A flash of lightning overhead illuminates my face, reflected back at me in the shop window. For the breath of a moment, I see my dirt-caked face; marked with the trails of a dozen eyes crying. Salt laced drips that fall from my chin and gather with the swells that lap at my shoes. My lungs burn as if they are gripped by sun touched hands; aching to exhale…But unable to remember how.
By Lucas Chambers4 years ago in Horror
Christine : Rebirth
1958 Plymouth Fury sat on the side of the road – most of her body had been rusted out and the blood red paint job on her had been chipped away almost completely. She had been thrown out like yesterday’s trash. Many people had passed her by but no one ever stopped, no one ever looked at her. She was last year’s model, she was nothing and she was bad. Well, that is what people had told her. No one would ever want her again. Why had she been left to die on this road side? It was simple. She was trying to protect the man she loved – the love made both of them go insane.
By Robert Rumery4 years ago in Horror
Lurker
He was back again, pulling into the library parking lot in the same old, red, beat up truck, with the questionable dent on the driver’s side door. I knew the sound of that truck like the back of my hand, and it never failed to pull into the same parking spot whenever it decided to show up. It made a loud, odd, clicking sound anytime he made a hard right. I guess you could say that the sound of that truck was like my own personal alarm, warning me of his arrival. I impatiently drew my hands back from the box of books that I was supposed to be sorting, to watch him function through the glass front doors. The rain outside didn’t seem to bother him, nor did the fact that it was running over his feet, undoubtedly soaking all the way through.. My overwhelming sense of curiosity kicked in, and I couldn’t exactly tear my eyes away from the old, red, monster, and it’s operator. He walked slowly, his balance never once wavering as he carried a stack of books as tall as the Eiffel Tower under his arm.
By Kayla Jefferson4 years ago in Horror
Cold
I wake up and all that I can think about is where I'm at and how I got here. I look around me to get an idea and become surprised when I see grey rock formations around me. I then conclude that I'm in a cave. I try to move around but realize that I can't move certain parts of my body.
By Andrew Walters4 years ago in Horror
Lonely Violin
All alone. All alone in that small room. There was no one to quell her fears; no one to wipe her tears. She was all alone save for her precious violin. She knew she mustn't touch it for they would come if she played, but oh how she longed to hold it; to rest its polished wood under her chin and stroke it's lovely strings with the elegant bow, but it was cursed.
By Raven Diamond4 years ago in Horror
Nightmares
“Willow.” The sing-song voice spoke. She was in… her basement? No, this room was different. The gaunt, white walls towered down, the floor sank under her weight. She looked down, seeing sweat-stained pads covering the surface. Slowly standing, she could hear the shlick as the fabric lingered on her skin, slowly sinking back down as it let go. She swore that if she looked close enough, she would see maggots crawling under the thin membrane protecting her from the dirt. Pale, red stains dripped from cracks in the concrete of the walls. A muggy stench hung in the air, making Willow cough and her eyes sting and water as she pulled her sleeve to cover her face. From the corner she stood in, she could see a small window across the room.
By Ashley Morgan4 years ago in Horror
Ceaseless Rythyms
My eyes flitted open and my stomach contracted, causing me to jolt to awareness. The floor I had been laying on was cold, and blood stained the sleek surface, clotting and sticking to my side. The room reeked of the metallic scent; I put my sleeve up to my face to block the unbearable odor, but my position on the floor had layered it with the thick, vermillion substance, smearing it on my skin, glistening in the twilight. I gasped, heaving for breath as the smell invaded my lungs, causing tears to cultivate in the corners of my eyes. I stood up, revolted by the rancid excess of the pulp. I looked around the area, but couldn’t recognize anything. In fact, there wasn’t anything to recognize. The only thing in the room was a small flashlight that barely illuminated the blood and myself. I picked it up and set its gaze ahead of me. The line of light protruding from the bulb barely made a dent in the airless space. The hair on my body stood on end, goosebumps forming as I shivered. I looked all around myself for something, anything. But nothingness enraptured me. I started walking, feeling the utter uselessness of the movement. I walked for what could have been minutes, or hours; I walked until the tendons in my calves locked from fatigue. I stopped and sat down, tears now rolling down my face.
By Ashley Morgan4 years ago in Horror
