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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 Empty Cold
Ice and snow crunch beneath the cleats of my hiking boots. Cold wind bites at my face, the only part not covered by the my heavy winter clothes. In front of me stretches out the empty white expanse of the frozen lake. Mist blurs the edges of my vision, obscuring the trees of the winter forest beyond.
By Tony Adkins4 years ago in Horror
A Christmas Massacre
S. Hileman 8/18/2021 Pear Tree Challenge “...and a partridge in a pear treeeeeeeeee!” Sally sang with real joy for the first time that day. The 12 days of Christmas was a crowd pleaser at the Oakridge Mall, and they ended every shift with it. Sally had been an elf for the night shift mall Santa for two weeks, and already she had begun to hate carols, candy canes and kids. The money was good though, so she showed up on time, and put on the red and green tights and the stupid hat with annoying bells on it. She forced a smile for six straight hours, six days a week. She’d already been spoken to by Randall, the fat bastard playing Santa, for not being ‘jolly enough’. Another couple weeks and she could tell Randall that he sucked, his ho ho ho’s were mediocre and most of the kids were frightened by him. She’d also tell him to get a life, since some days she was convinced that he really believed he was St. NIck. Earlier today some girl of six or seven was chatting up the fat fuck about American Girl Dolls, when suddenly she coughed once and puked all over his synthetic polyester Santa pants. Sally had to stifle the blast of laughter that threatened to burst out of her. She grabbed at some paper towels and feigned concern for Randall, but what she was really thinking was she ought to buy that kid the fucking doll because she had just earned it.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo4 years ago in Horror
The Rider
The road was completely empty. The stars and moon above were my only company on this ride. I liked it that way, just me, my bike, the road, and the sky. No cars on the road gave me free rein over the streets. It was the perfect condition to ride upon the Great Seto Bridge, a road that's been on my bucket list to ride for years. Not only did I now live in Japan, somewhere I’ve wanted to live since I was a kid, and was driving a road I’ve wanted to drive, I also had my dream motorcycle, the Honda NM4. A beautiful bike, so unique and eye-catching. It looked straight out of a movie, and felt great to ride. It roared into the night as I sped down the bridge. A massive smile was forming on my face. I felt so free, freer than I had ever felt before. I finally felt like I was where I wanted to be in life. I didn’t feel locked into anything. I didn’t have to conform to normalcy or be someone I didn’t want to be. I was me, and I was loving myself.
By Aidan Comstock4 years ago in Horror
In The Blood
Leanne Thompson sat quite still at the bottom of the stairs, her husband's favourite cream shirt held in white-knuckled fists. Her face remained glacial, ice-blue eyes fixed upon the door; it was the only way to keep the raging vortex churning beneath her breastbone imprisoned.
By Paul Wilson4 years ago in Horror
A Tea Party in Hell
--- This is the third story in a series. Charlie Bennett SIRIRI --- The prince of the third level of hell preferred to hold his tea parties in a different place. That was why today, he was on the second level. The screaming and agonizing and endless complaints from the tortured made it difficult to enjoy his Darjeeling. The other princes teased him, claiming he only preferred that variety because it was Satan’s favorite.
By Shawn Ingram4 years ago in Horror
Forever Innocent
Headmaster Percy Blackburn took his spectacles off and polished them with a white cotton handkerchief he kept in his pocket. He repeated this habit often, which signaled to the girls of the Chiller’s School for Young Women that he was agitated, upset over some trivial action or some perceived transgression from one of his charges. Euphemia Wood, his assistant, would immediately fetch him a glass of gin or absinthe in response. It was a habit that repeated itself often.
By Barb Dukeman4 years ago in Horror
MABEL
Mabel froze at the creaking of the floorboard. Still as a mannequin, her eyes weighted open saw nothing, she sought the source of the sound, feeling for vibrations, sensing changes in body heat, even a subtle increase of air pressure giving clues. There, outside the window she sensed movement, more than just the wind and rain. There was the warmth that emanated from human bodies. They had come again to invade her space.
By CJ Flannery4 years ago in Horror
The Light Descending
It left as fast as it arrived. Ray heard barking before it ceased with a whimper. A shuttering frame, the click of a pen. A disorienting wave like the blast of a camera. Poof. Gone. The fading light just milliseconds in the past. It retreated through the slits between blinds in his bedroom window. Little Ray looked skeptically around his room. Toys lay strewn across the floor in an ungainly pile of playdates past. Cosmogirl stood at attention. Her back leg was stable and firm while the front was poised for action. Her long hair was stiff in a permanent curl that hung past her waistband. At her side stood Mark Mayhem. Ray grabbed both of the toys. Orbs of green danced between Cosmogirl’s face mask and Mark Mayhem’s mullet. “What was that?” Ray inquired of his prized duo. He pulled on the string at Cosmogirl’s back.
By Adam W. Graham4 years ago in Horror
To a Fault
He woke up on the hall floor, drenched in sweat. He must have passed out. Not sleeping for days, it was inevitable. The hall was empty as usual, yet unusually quiet. The clocks were still and silent, not measuring the time. He wandered the halls. Here in the east wing, there was a damp smell, like an old book dropped into a water-filled sink. Robert was disoriented.
By Tara Crowley4 years ago in Horror
For Old Times Sake
I was already sick of this and we weren’t even halfway there. I could tell because the old railway bridge which has been recently upgraded from defunct transport to antique decoration was quickly disappearing in the taillights. The van smelled like dried paint, sawdust, and a thick saturation of air freshener with a hint of weed.
By Fellow Traveller 4 years ago in Horror
