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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.
Brian Finds a Journal
June 1, 2021 It was a Tuesday, and I was running late. The subway broke, so it wasn’t really my fault, except that it was, and it had happened before. My manager and I agreed (more she than I) that I would allow for such happenings by showing up early.
By Shawn Ingram4 years ago in Horror
The Desert
I look across the great white expanse. Through the white haze, I barely see the outline of the mountains in the distance. My body involuntarily shivers from the cold and anticipation. I pull down my mask to compare a postcard showing a lush paradise with a backdrop of three massive peaks, to the barely visible range in front of me. A red arrow points to the base of the mountain on the right. I begin moving again. I want to reach the foot of the mountain before sundown, then explore the cave tomorrow. I heave with each step as I pull my sled behind me. The wind picks up, swirling around me. The white air blurs my vision like static on an old television and I begin to lose what resemblance of a mountain range I had in front of me. I feel my heart palpitate wildly as adrenaline rushes through my body. The howling wind rushes past me. Was that a cry for help? Black shadows circle me like a shark about to charge its prey. The howling becomes so deafening I can’t hear myself shouting into the void. Then in an instant, everything stops. I see nothing but blinding white. I hold my arm out in front of me and it slowly fades to white as I extend it. Not into the snow, but a hazy white mist. I jerk my arm back as a ghostly figure rushes past me. Was that a laugh or a cry? Another shadow follows, then one on my right and two on my left. They begin to circle closer, slowly tightening the already small gaps between them. I make a dash to break free, but something pushes me and I fall into the snow, flailing like a fish out of water. I need to roll over and breathe, but something is holding my head down, deep into the snow. I feel finger-like appendages snake around my skull and through my hair. I thrash and fight so that I might catch one small breath of air. But try as I might, I still can’t breathe, there is only snow. I reach back and try to fight the thing that is thrusting my head forward, but there is seemingly nothing there. The edges of my vision grow dark. Finally an end to the white. I begin to embrace the encroaching darkness as a long lost friend. It seeps in behind my eyes and washes over me as I let go. I release my lungs in one final exhale, and my world turns from white to black.
By Dawson Andrew4 years ago in Horror
House By The Pond
It was the first day of winter, but it was going to be a sunny morning, you could see the sun rays piercing through the cloudy sky. And there I was, sitting on the deck dipping my feet one toe at a time in the icy cold water of our pond, enjoying the crispiness of the morning. It was only a matter of few days until the pond freezes over and my sister and I will have to wait until summer arrives for us to have any fun.
By Sana Shaikh4 years ago in Horror
56 Degrees
Jim was out checking the cattle. A large herd that he oversaw was almost feral in nature. They didn’t come around humans much, but they did come around especially during the winter when the ranch hands would put out hay and alfalfa for them. It was well into spring and the temperature would be rising to where grass and hay would start growing again. There wasn’t much permafrost on this island due to the surrounding waters of the Gulf of Alaska. The Gulf always stayed above freezing but not by much. It was too cold to go swimming year-round.
By Jason Friend4 years ago in Horror
Chilled to the Bone!
Whumpf! The sting of freezing cold ice, shocked Kate into consciousness, as she landed hard on the surface of the frozen pond. The ice crackled beneath her, and fractures appeared, emanating out in all directions. She frantically scrambled from the breaking surface, but the ice gave way, and she was swallowed whole by the icy water. Sinking into the depths, she became disorientated, and for a couple of seconds she swam downwards, instead of towards the surface. Turning around, she realized that the water above her, had quickly transformed into a thick layer of ice. She reached upwards and pounded on the ice, desperate for air, but she couldn’t break through. I’m dead if I don’t get out of here, she thought. As frost bite consumed her, visions of the events, of the past few hours, flashed before her.
By Brenda Anne Kellaway4 years ago in Horror
long thaw
Long Thaw Once a year, on the eve of Grace’s birthday, the anniversary of the day she’d fallen off the face of the earth six years ago, you and your friends awaken to find a cardboard box in each of your mailboxes, containing a sheaf of construction-paper posters and a printed map of the city with your routes highlighted in purple. Her frozen face smiles up at you from inside the package, with the yearly chorus of “DO YOU KNOW WHERE I AM?” in big block letters above a detailed description of what she looked like the last time she’d been seen alive, from the same three sets of clothes she’d always wear to the ever-present orange tilley hat she’d don in rain or shine or hail or snow.
By Will Warren4 years ago in Horror
