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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 Tree
The thing they don’t tell you in the movies is that, when the world ends, much of it stays the same. The dirt under my fingernails after searching out earthworms in the soil is the same dirt I remember as a child. The smell of my socks—worn thin, now, and with a hole I keep meaning to darn in the heel—after a day of walking is the same as it was a decade ago.
By Jenica Kramer5 years ago in Horror
The Worm
I am the stalker in the night. A hunter of meat. Creeping I go, crawling. Hands and knees. Quiet as the grave, jaws set wide. At the faintest whisper, I come alive.
By Bronson Fleet5 years ago in Horror
Decontamination
Out here in the middle is where the lean green smell is the strongest. Tons of chlorine, helicoptered over the lake weekly, sinking fathoms down and eating all the impurities hiding from the light of the day.
By Julia Pryor5 years ago in Horror
Broken Heart
The woman brushed her long, black hair – streaked with more and more gray these days – while reading the report on the tablet laying on the countertop next to the sink. She had a small apartment in town, but like most of the other senior researchers, she usually spent the week in the company’s housing at the Institute. After being awoken by Ito’s panicked call this morning, she was profoundly glad she did.
By Clayton Barnett5 years ago in Horror
Below the Satellite. Behind the Walls…
“People are our greatest resource.” Every morning after a calming tone fills my room, like everyone else’s, this phrase is given to us by a robotic voice. We are then fed our first nutrient pill of the three we are given periodically throughout the day.
By Clifton Pettipas5 years ago in Horror
Retired
The city was in shambles. Smoke from hidden fires sprouted from a variety of city blocks. Cars, some overturned, stood still in the streets. Plants began to grow from the cracks of sidewalks. The occasional Fiend stumbled around for its next kill. It was all mostly quiet, and uneventful, and I loved it.
By Hakim Salem5 years ago in Horror
"The Heart Shaped Locket"
“5:00 AM - Wake up, sir” The familiar voice resounded throughout the domicile. A femine, yet stern voice, that oft commanded the slowly ailing Johnston, and ran his tiny abode. A steaming bowl of rice, with two small portions of synthesized ‘protein’, most likely recycled feces he guessed, sat beside a large glass of light blue liquid on the table opposite his small cot.
By Jordon Conger-Naum5 years ago in Horror
The Locket in the End
A man sat upon a rock in the dying sun, looking longingly at a heart-shaped locket. His eyes were damp, his cheeks stained. The light of the fire, small and overshadowed by the rocks for their protection, barely illuminated the small picture contained within the locket. Hard to make out but for the man, it didn’t matter. Any light or no light, he could upon the locket’s inner sanctum and seek out in remembrance of the love of his life, his life, who had passed eight years ago, to the day. Eight years ago… a different world, a different life. A life where he had the love of his life. A life where he worked in the city, at a job that gave him the resources and the desire to have a child, to complete his life. And that dream came true.
By Seamus5 years ago in Horror
Inogen
The storm is coming, the clouds have retreated back towards the ruins again，their radioactive pink color glows ever so brightly against the exposed concrete walls of what once was called the city of Manhattan. Elai knows all too well than to go out foraging in this sort of weather.
By jia shen5 years ago in Horror
The Brown Haze
A haze of brown. A horrible, resounding silence, waiting below the ringing. And the pain; far away at first, and then upon me all at once.
By Cecilia Betsill5 years ago in Horror
Feverish
Veronica adjusted her locket with gloved hands before she slunk through the rusted back door of an abandoned local pizzeria. She hated the way the lobster clasp caught on the mole on her decolletage. The cumbersome steel door was much heavier than she anticipated, causing her to stumble over her heels as she ripped her stockings on her way out.
By sarah martineau5 years ago in Horror
Chain Reaction (Part One)
In a world of perpetual darkness on a concrete island surrounded by a sea of death is not the life I envisaged for myself or my beloved wife but sadly that is what our earthly life has come to. A cardboard box to keep us warm in an atmosphere of 24 hour freezing temperatures with no hope of rescue or a return to life as we once knew.
By Emily Spankfirst5 years ago in Horror