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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 Neighbours
He just wanted to stay in, but there was no choice. With a day off from school, Michael had to clear snow off the sidewalk, driveway and front steps before his stepfather came home. And he was done, but his mother noticed that their neighbours were very quiet that afternoon. No car leaving the house early that morning. No tire tracks or footprints in or out of the house. He looked over and sighed deeply.
By Kendall Defoe 5 years ago in Horror
Food for thought
Food For Thought It was an unusually beautiful day when Max opened his unusually sprightly eyes. Sunlight, which slithered through the window at his bedside, sparked a scrubby piece of kindling within him long thought burned up. He hadn’t felt like exploring at all since he and his father had moved to the new province. In fact, Max hadn’t felt the urge to play outside in years – something his father said happens to everyone. That morning, however, Max dressed with a vigor that would carry him out the door, through the lush wooded area at the end of the estate and lead him to a small clearing surrounded by small bushes.
By Christian Parigi5 years ago in Horror
Eat or Be Eaten
I remember the good old days, when fewer people suffered. I was one of them. I was blessed to live in bliss, with a beautiful house and a great family. I lost my wife following the attempt at a fourth addition to our family. The two of us and four kids were always her dream, but the fourth one was the death of her. Her pregnancy triggered Leukemia, and they had to abort our baby. It was trying times for all of us, but when her suffering finally stopped, it made the kids and I closer. She passed away peacefully, and though our lives became a bit harder, we were all happy that she was no longer in pain. We called ourselves the Hippos, because the kids were always hungry, there were four of us, and the Hungry Hungry Hippos was our favorite board game to play together. I bought all of them a gold, heart shaped locket. Inside was our last picture as a family, my wife included, and none of the kids ever let it leave their person. Aside from that my life was still blissful. My job was steady, my kids were well behaved and starting to be successful, and the government kept us in the dark on pretty much everything. It kept me stress free for a while I will say, but it was what made me unprepared when the New World started.
By Tyrone Lindsey Jr.5 years ago in Horror
revelation of God
It is all gone, all up in flames the house I grew up in, the dreams and memories created and shared are all gone, nothing left as I stand in aw nothing, but my shadow to hold me. Humanity has lost the fight against God. Or maybe we lost the fight against ourselves, we the product of our own calamity our own destruction. Where did these creatures spring out of are they angels the ones Enoch spoke of in his scriptures in his stories of how angles came down to Earth and fornicated with humans and as punishment God condemned them to become slaves as demons and cause havoc upon the Earth? So many questions no answers . Look at me still being rude you are probably wondering what is going on I am asking myself the same question it all happened in a blink of an eye.
By Victor Portillo5 years ago in Horror
The Heart-Shaped Locket
She scrambled in the sodden soil for the heart-shaped locket, her only hope of escaping this wretched torment. The heavy weight pinned her body to the ground, every breath forced, every breath broken and pained. She reached out further, the chain of the locket nearly in reach, the shining silver so close… Her hand pulled back before it met its mark. She was determined. The struggle continued, the bog now lively with the torrent raining down from above; only making it more difficult to move as the slippery mud convulsed and churned around her with every thrust forward, her hand carving out a slim trench toward the glowing trinket, though the light dimmed as each slosh of congealed earth layered the necklace. Each gasp against the drowning dirt became impossible, the unwanted pressure building against her now frail body, intolerable, unbearable. She fought on. Her nails better utilised as claws, drawing blood with every attempted scratch and stab, making a sanguine sludge, to no avail. As the seconds turned to minutes then into what felt like hours, the dark coagulant muck marred her pale skin, the oozing scum hiding the dainty object that had been the focus of her efforts had been lost beneath the vile ordure.
By Andy Purday5 years ago in Horror
A Single Birth for a Thousand Deaths
Bloom is so often harsh toward me, but I sensed the moment I met him that he needed help. He was spiraling quickly enough to be noticed and rejected by a community with no future. My help was probably not what he needed, specifically, but his endless consumption of dark liquor, and his impatience for thoughts produced by any mind other than his own, did not leave him with an especially large social circle, or any at all, as far as I could tell. As I repeatedly refilled his glass and slid it across the bar, he spoke of his life’s mission. His claims, if taken at face value, would leave a person with the assumption that, until recently, all of humanity was depending upon him to save us. Though, as far as I could tell, this bipedal group of self-righteous monsters stepped off of the cliff’s edge a very long time ago.
By Kijana Gantenbein 5 years ago in Horror
