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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 Apocalypse of Despair
Hard times make for hard people, My Momma used to say. The year is now 2026. Times are hard. People are losing hope all around me and sinking fast. Despair is tangible, you can wear it like a dense cloak. Not just here in New York City but worldwide. Right now it’s the height of our hot season. Nothing below 90’ every day for the last season. Season - is the wrong term. We don’t use it any more since we no longer have any seasons. Now, it’s just a hot period and a cold period. Six months of each. Global warming got injected with steroids from all of the Billionaires building their own rocket ships and marketing mass trips to space. The toxic garbage they left behind up there and the special fuel they used pissed off Mother Nature, ate away at an already permeable ozone layer and The rest is domino effect history. It's all mankind's fault tho. Never heeding the scientific talking heads warnings. Or the floods, the fires and the droughts. I don’t mind it really, not that I’ve a choice. I love the heat. Yea, it's much more acrid and dustier now but it's all I’ve known for a while. Much like our current way of life you adapt and survive or you die. You die like the myriad of decomposing bodies that used to litter the streets before they were picked up and stacked on Liberty Island. “Give me your tired and poor” she said, butsit’s more like, your dead and decaying. But there’s a chance life is better up in the Canadian woodlands. It’s rumored that some patches of the woods are untouched and a safe haven from the heat. Won’t be say getting there but I have to try. Times are hard and hard times make for hard people, my momma used to say.
By MARK MCLAUGHLIN5 years ago in Horror
The Old Man In The Dust
It has been weeks since I last saw Elsibeth. She was determined to go to the surface to get whatever supplies she could find. She couldn't stand the thought of us wasting the last of our rations, stuck here in this crumbling pit. I knew it was wrong to send her out alone. I could exonerate myself from my crushing guilt by saying my injury was to blame. I still knew had I not given in to my shameful cowardice I could have gone with her, instead, I let her go. Elsibeth said she would just be an hour or two, and she would be back.
By Kellie Bridges5 years ago in Horror
The Last Days
Startled, I heard something weeping in the distance. I never expected to hear crying as a frightening sound, but this was downright creepy. My heart began pounding quickly, I began to sweat. Petrified, I was afraid to move as the crying continued. Blinking a couple of times, trying to clear my head, it seemed chilling to me that something was sobbing like that over and over.
By Deborah Walker5 years ago in Horror
Ouroboros
A picture speaks a thousand truths; this picture spoke one truth in particular: a photograph can steal a man’s soul. The photograph of concern rested within a patinated locket molded to the shape of a heart; an illegal symbol that once represented Love, corrupting over millennia by the tides of war to adapt a reputation associated with Satan. Faustus knew the other divers would confiscate the relic if they saw it. He impulsively shut off the camera logging his mission, looking around to see if anyone was looming, surmising he was the only officer frequenting that part of the skyscraper. The photograph casually floated out of its casing and hovered before him. Upon closer inspection, although only shadows remained, Faustus realized that the heart-shaped photograph showcased a portrait of the most beautiful woman he had ever witnessed. As he reached for it, the motion of his lifting hand sent a gust of minutiae flipping the photograph onto its opposing side, revealing a set of numbers that he noticed were coordinates he somewhat recognized. Four numbers underlying the set were completely foreign to him. He began to quietly cite the numbers as the paper softly dissolved into a cloud of withered shreds.
By Brandon Leiner5 years ago in Horror
The Old World
Yes, parts of the old world still remain, but only those parts we chose to hang on to. No social or technological evolution could ever truly rid us of our affinity for life; our love for things that grow, for the shade of a tree or the caress of an early summer's breeze. Our sights may have been set on the stars, but our hearts will forever belong to green and blue.
By Kelvin Campbell5 years ago in Horror
The Locket
Clutching the heart-shaped locket my aunt gave me, my brother and I ran through the burning apartment building. Green-black smoke billowed around us filling the corridor. I could feel the building slowly shifting, ready to take home on the streets below it. We came to the end of the hallway, there was a window and a door to the stairs. I came to the realization if we went down the stairs we wouldn’t make it to the bottom before the building collapsed. We took a chance, readying ourselves to go out the window, we took a few deep breaths before diving out. Once outside a stench wafted through the air. Not the normal reek of poverty and industry, it was like rotting meat. No worse than that, it was death.
By Baron Sullivan5 years ago in Horror
Those Who Wander
My thumb ran over the familiar metal at my neck. The heart-shaped locket was once pristine. Small, silver, with simple engravings along the point of the heart that may have once been leaves. Now the locket was covered in scratches and tiny bite marks that I was told were my fault – from chewing on it as a teething baby. The inside was empty, perhaps waiting to be filled or to never be. Time had seen that the markings were indistinguishable. Much like the rest of the world.
By Jaymee Villalta5 years ago in Horror
The Prey
Night falls upon a ruined city, decimated and forgotten. The once proud standing skyscrapers that filled the concrete jungle are unrecognizable from the rubble they now are. The sounds of honking horns and people going about their day have been replaced by deathly screams of unholy creatures and the silence of an empty city. Many survivors who made it out know that the dangers lurk in the shadows of the night, and that daybreak is your only safe haven. So, if you are ever caught in the dark without a light, hide and hope that they do not find you.
By Luke A Mohar5 years ago in Horror
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Initialize Diag(0,All) 1, Nom Initialize Call Function(Thomas, 78304027) // _ I open my eyes. It’s about midday, as evidenced by the orange glow behind the overcast skies. A few high altitude lightning bursts shatter across the skies with no more than a growl, as they did every few minutes or so. A beautiful day for dredging.
By Richard Brito5 years ago in Horror
