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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 Crow’s Sweet Gift
A clunk and sharp pain announced the first gift he’d gotten in… months? Probably months. Everything ran together. Even the seasons were confused.
By Odessa Blaine5 years ago in Horror
Entombed
I am jolted awake in my bed, heart racing, covered in cold sweat. I look around the room and sense it immediately; something isn't right. Everything looks strange and unfamiliar, the whole place is desperately gloomy, and as I lean over to flip the lamp switch, the bulb burns out.
By Danielle De Velasco5 years ago in Horror
Open Mind: Chapter Thirteen
The next morning, I was surprised to find myself counting down the hours until my tutoring session with Annie. As I watched the rising of the sun intensify through the slits of light that danced across my white concrete walls, I listened to the tape of my father’s singing until the battery ran out. I panicked as I considered the very real possibility that the battery that the Walkman used may no longer be in production, but as I popped the back off of the device, I was relieved to find a relatively new pair of AA batteries in the slot.
By ZCH5 years ago in Horror
To Be Her
(TW: Mental illness, Eating disorder) I blinked against the slender rays of light that slipped, uninvited, through my blinds. I was sitting up. I couldn’t remember if I had sat up intentionally, or if I had done so in my sleep. I pressed the frozen tips of my fingers against my cheekbones and sighed; I really didn’t want to get out of bed. Moving was exhausting…always so exhausting. But I had to go to school today; I had already skipped the past two days. I heard glass shatter downstairs and I glanced at the clock. It was seven in the morning, and she was already drinking.
By Marlowe Faust 5 years ago in Horror
Black Hole
All light was gone. Its warm touch that caressed his ailing figure faded ever more into the darkness. It was now a memory, a distant sight that reached out to him. A stretched-out hand could maybe grasp it! Just one more time. To be warm just one more time would be a blessing—yet such things are a lie.
By Equilla Beasley5 years ago in Horror
Alice
It was the summer of 1968, and my extended family had gathered at my Uncle's home in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, to spend a couple of weeks on the beach. We did this every summer, but this year was different because we waited until after Labor Day, so everything wasn't as crowded. Also, a lot of places were closed. My Uncle had planned many adventures for us kids. Counting all my cousins, we had a baker's dozen, or thirteen, ranging in age from 4-years-old to 16. He had even arranged for a scavenger hunt that took us throughout the neighborhood and into downtown Myrtle Beach. Our vacation was almost over, and some of my older cousins were longing for something more exciting to do. I think my Uncle sensed this because he gathered 3 of my cousins and me together one night after everyone had gone to bed and took us outside to the patio where my Dad was waiting by a glowing fire. He bid us have a seat and proceeded to tell us the story of Alice Flagg.
By Joey Lowe5 years ago in Horror
Birthright
Present Day The Orange Caste - Ian The putrid smell of urine and faeces no longer touched his consciousness. What tormented him the most was the screeching inside his head that never stopped. Its razor-sharp claws dragging against each cell of his brain shredding away any sense he had of humanity. He looked at the pitiful creatures. Packed into their stalls. Their life more valuable than his. A wave of restlessness moved across them as he released the feed. The contents of the pellets hidden through processing, but he knew. He was the Keeper of the Pigs. His Father said he should be grateful.
By MC Wills5 years ago in Horror
Cryptococcus... something
“This is it,” Lilah says to Sal, who's panting heavily in the back seat. Lilah reaches a sweaty arm over the seat and runs her hand over Sal's smooth chestnut head. "This is the best mailbox I can find," she says, "and if someone lives to find my letter, it'll mean something, even if it's to just that one person." Sal's tongue disappears into her mouth and then reappears lolling over the side of her jowls.
By Laura DeRue5 years ago in Horror
The House
I parked my car on the street over from the cafe; giving myself a little bit of a walk out of habit. I already had an app on my phone to pay the meter downloaded and I clicked through the app with a pace that told me I was not as excited for this blind date as I should be. I was already five minutes late, and I was never late for anything. I was wearing a nice light blue dress, I’d washed my hair, and I felt like that should be enough for this guy. I did have a thought, somewhere in the back of my mind, that it would be nice to kiss someone. It’d been a long, long time since I’d kissed anyone, and now it was finally a possibility. My friend from work had set this up, saying that he felt like we were both workaholics who often ignored our own needs to meet deadlines, so we were a match. This didn’t fill me with much confidence, but at least he would understand my life a little more than most.
By Jack Gosney5 years ago in Horror
What Ever Happened To Them, Uncle Xavier?
“Get me the piece that looks like a read staircase.” “Um, there are none left.” “What, that can’t be. Wait, was it that you’re making?”
By Brandon Nephew5 years ago in Horror
The Gaunt-Faced Rider
Marla shivered and pulled her coat tighter around her as the fierce wind tried to rip it away. The muddy road pulled at her boots and made the walk miserable. She had been on her way from her home town to visit her uncle’s manor when a wicked tempest swept in suddenly and caused her buggy to crash in a ditch by the side of the road. She had decided to leave the buggy behind and come back to try to salvage it when the weather was better, and so went trudging through the storm and the forest, hoping she could get to her uncle’s manor before the storm killed her or she passed out from exhaustion. She wished she had brought a hat. Her beautiful bright red hair was getting drenched by the rain that lashed against her face.
By Jacob Fike5 years ago in Horror
Malice
Turbulence caused the craft to shudder, waking Liam Gregory from his slumber. The airborne quake was as brief as it was violent. His nerves calming, the researcher ran a hand through his short black hair and rested his head against the wall so he could see out the shuttle window. Below them, he could see light from the planet’s sun glinting off the waves of an ocean. That light warmed his pale skin, helping him to relax a little more. Ahead, land rapidly approached. Liam could see the edge of a tree line just beyond the rocky shore. He knew from the dossier that this forest stretched for about twelve miles inland, though from his window seat it seemed only a short sliver of green running along the base of towering mountains. The mountains ran parallel to the shoreline like the spine of some gigantic stone creature.
By Dawn Hunter5 years ago in Horror