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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.

Welcome Home
The night was brisk and the moon loomed above, lighting my path to the old house. It had been years since I’ve been here but the vast property looked exactly the same as when I was young. The trees and shrubs grew wild but the grass always stayed patchy and golden. A perfectly walked trail lead to the wooden house on the hill. As I kept trekking up I could see my breath more and more like I was madly chain smoking the air around me. The one thing that never set right with me, even as a child, was the stillness out here. It was always so quiet, no wildlife to be heard for miles. My brother said it was because our great great grandfather built the house on an Indian burial ground but I know now that he was just being an ass. Still, I never could shake the feeling that something was off here.
By Rachel Evelyn 5 years ago in Horror
A Night to Remember
The warm, sweet smell perfumed the air as Whitney pulled the hot pan from the oven, her hands armored with mitts (and face gleaming with pride) as she smiled down at her mud-brown masterpiece. Already on her second glass of pinot noir, she floated over to the shiny marble kitchen island to set the tray down for cooling. She shut the oven and opened the fridge to extract opaque, gritty goodness. German chocolate cake would be nothing without its creamy coconut companion. This was the perfect ending to a relaxing evening after a murderous work week.
By kalyn cherise5 years ago in Horror
Chocolate Mayonnaise Cake
I nervously inhaled as I gingerly searched my newly remodeled kitchen for each of the ingredients to make the chocolate cake. I continued to take big breaths, as though trying to suck in all the oxygen in the room.
By K Baker5 years ago in Horror
Dreaming of Cake
A car speeds along a suburban street. The brakes screech as it hastily comes to a halt in front of one of the houses. David jumps out, runs to the front door, and knocks relentlessly until she opens the door.
By Janon5 years ago in Horror
Cake
I was tired of the abuse. The mental abuse was bad, but now Frank was starting to get violent. First it started with name calling and putting me down. He said that was to inspire me to lose weight. I guess it did help because the depression that it caused melted the weight right off. Then he became paranoid. At first it was that something would happen to me outside of the house and he wouldn’t be there to protect me. I thought that was romantic and would stay in so that I wouldn’t have my knight in shining armor worried. My friends eventually stopped asking me out and when I had work events that I had to go to, whenever I came home he would accuse me of cheating. I had moved across the World from my family when the old nicer Frank job relocated. I was so in love with him at that point I would have followed him anywhere. It’s almost as if he planned this and hid who he was until he could entrap me.
By Tasha Matthew5 years ago in Horror
A Just Dessert
Sarah was doing well in her ventures. She made more than she expected selling eggs and goat’s milk and taking on washing and mending each week.
By M K Dotson5 years ago in Horror
Devil's Food Cake
The Baker’s Wake Contest was just three days away. I looked at the flyer one more time and stared at the image of a big flat screen Television on the front, the grand prize. I never knew that I could want something so badly. I didn’t have any friends, but if I won this flat screen maybe the kids in my neighborhood would come over to watch it with me. We could watch football or have a video game competition or have a sleepover with horror films that our parents wouldn’t let us watch. I hope they wouldn’t make fun of me for baking since that was a girly thing, maybe they will think it's cool and ask for me to make them food when they come over. Either way I had to try, I was tired of playing with my baby sister every day, I wanted friends my own age. My town has always had this bake off every year and every year my great aunt won it. When she passed away she instructed in her Will that her recipe book be given to my mom over her dead body. At first we thought it was a joke since when people would ask her for the recipe to something she would grumble “Over my dead body”. The executor of The Will took his job very seriously, and after the ceremony he handed my mother my great aunt’s cookbook over her grave. I remember this clearly because it was raining during the funeral and a great loud thundering boom sounded off as he was handing it to her. My aunt always creeped me out, she became blind in her old age but she always knew what was going on around her. One time while she was visiting I tried to sneak a cookie off her plate, she snapped her fingers and the cookie disappeared. I tried to tell my parents what happened but my tongue would swell up every time I tried. She also would say things that didn’t make any sense, almost like she was speaking a different language but my mother said it was “old-timer’s” disease. My mother kept the cookbook in a box in the attic, the book was old and smelly. The edges were cornered in a rusting metal that made the book heavy and the spine looked like it was an actual spine underneath the tattered old leather cover. All the pages are stained with different shades of brown, and I could barely read what anything said. After scanning through what seemed like a hundred oddly named soups I found a cake recipe. Devil’s Food Cake. I knew that Devil’s Food cake was a chocolate cake and who doesn’t like chocolate I thought. I have never baked before we had most of what was needed in the kitchen but there were a few that we didn’t have. Instead of chocolate I needed a fruit called Black Sapote, Amaranth flour and salt from the Dead Sea. I figured that my mother just doesn’t bake too much to have these things in the kitchen and thankfully she left her Amazon Prime logged in on the computer so I ordered the ingredients and they will arrive just in time. I figure she wouldn’t be mad about the cost if we won the television.
By HH5 years ago in Horror
Darlene
Darlene was impulsive, she ate constantly, chocolate was her addiction. It was the only thing that made her feel good, she was bullied at school every day for her size and habits. Her parents took her to therapy when she was young in an attempt to correct the problem, they didn’t know wether the bullying started because she was fat or if she was eating so much because she was getting bullied. It all started when she ate her fist bar of chocolate, it was during a school trip to the chocolate factory near her hometown, her mother never used to let her eat sweets, but she gave her money to buy things at the gift shop. Darlene had never eaten chocolate before, her friends had always teased her about it, but she didn’t mind. She was such a happy girl, she had plenty of friends and her parents had such high hopes for her. Once she was introduced to chocolate she was hooked, she begged her parents for more and more. Darlene had developed a serious chocolate habit, she ate 5 chocolate bars a day and never missed a day, Darlene slowly grew and grew, within a year she became obese and didn’t care one bit.
By Steven Ocegueda5 years ago in Horror
Housewife.
It was foggy that day. A slick dewiness hung in the air as Mary gazed out the bedroom window. There was little sun peering through the inky clouds. Freshly washed laundry danced in the yard, strung up on the clothesline only hours before. She hoped the weather wouldn’t ruin her hard work.
By Joy Skitch5 years ago in Horror
Just Desserts
There is nothing glamorous about owning a bakery. At least that's what I told myself as I wiped the powdered sugar off my cheek. I wasn't going to become the next great baking champion or invent the next dessert craze. I wasn't in this business for the money or fame that came with plastering the internet with your accomplishments. The last thing I needed would be a line of people out the door, posting pics of them waiting in line for one of my delicious cakes. But they are, my cakes, delicious.
By Dustin Leslie5 years ago in Horror
The Generous Neighbour
O friend, heed my warning. Do not follow the winding lane down the hill to the house at its end. In there lies only misery.
By Chaotic Morphotic5 years ago in Horror
Love, Death, and Chocolate
"Sweetie? You haven't touched your dessert." Leilani sat back, her latest bout of laughter fading quickly. "Maybe I don't want tonight to end. I’m having such a good time."
By Hank Ryder5 years ago in Horror