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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.
What Do You Covet?
“Please, don’t do this! There’s got to be another way,” pleaded the victim. The other man inched closer forward. His arm poised and bent at the elbow, brandishing a large knife. Fresh blood coated the tip of the blade. The victim slowly backpedaled, trying to maintain distance, never taking his gaze off his aggressor. The aggressor continued to push forward, his knife at the ready. The victim tossed anything of value at his aggressor, including a half-filled water canteen, rations, and his backpack.
By Blayke Stevens5 years ago in Horror
Forgotten Chambers
My life feels perfect in every way. I have a great career, a nice house, good health, and best of all my smoking hot Heather to share it all with. I never understood why she decided to drop law and instead work with inner-city youth, who the system gave up on long ago, but it was her passion. Those kids need a good influence like her around. Hell, I need a good influence even more.
By Jacob Carroll5 years ago in Horror
Day of Tomorrow
Running, Panting, Wheezing, I am sick of it, I just need to relax, I can do that when I am dead.I dropped myself down next to a banged up abandoned SUV and took a massive deep breath even with this gas mask I have on it’s still hard to breath as if the gas is to strong and thick. I looked around, on my right I can see a lifeless corpse staring into an opened heart shaped locket, her body looks like a skeleton with a slab of skin on her, looking up and the sky looks as orange and green to it with a slim of purple streaks here and there. You can see a few streaks of oranges and greens in the air right in front of me.
By Dawson Davis5 years ago in Horror
The Last Man
A candle flickered giving off a dim almost melancholy light. The quarters of the decrepit lighthouse weren't very well lit. They were furnished about as well as they were lit. Cans of nonperishables and crates of water stood in unsteady stacks. On a cot near the small table that held the candle sat a man. His hair and clothes were unkempt, his face was bearded. He stared at the flame of the candle, watching it dance in the darkness. The wind outside howled like a maddened beast. He paid no attention to the wind or the cold.
By Michael Tessa5 years ago in Horror
Vasilisa the Beautiful
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Vasilisa, and her mom was dying. On her deathbed, Vasilisa's mom gave her a haunted doll and said “Give this doll a little bread and a little drink, and my blessing will bring it to life, to comfort you.” This is a Super Normal thing: haunted doll mom.
By Jenny Mott5 years ago in Horror
Bloodlines - Part 3
The rest of the day was spent moving my things into the house. As I did, I became depressingly aware of how little furniture I had. The house wasn't very big, and yet it retained quite a large amount of empty space. In the master bedroom I put a small lamp, my dresser, cot, mattress, pillow and bedding. My computer, a small office chair that was little more than a stool on wheels with a back, and the bookshelf went into the room that would have been mine as a kid.
By Bastian Falkenrath5 years ago in Horror
A Long Way From Home
Meghan opened her eyes slightly as beams of sunlight entered the room through the window. As she sat up and stretched, a glimpse of the chase she had with the NAA (National Alien Association) the other day crossed her mind. She did not know why they wanted her mother’s necklace, but she would give her life to keep it safe. Yet, it was nearly impossible to do so, as there was more than one government trying to get their hands on it. There was no place to hide. Meghan could be found in every place that she tried to hide. The world was still in shambles after the United States was nuked and invaded by China and Russia, two years prior. Although Meghan was grateful to have survived the attack, she was still traumatized about losing her family and her old life. The cities were now only soot and ashes. The nuclear blasts had melted everything all the same. The forests and towns were all burned, and everything was destroyed. There were even reports of more than half the population being wiped out of existence. The government only tried to rebuild the capital. Every other city was either destroyed or taken over by alien governments.
By Synthea Jones5 years ago in Horror
A Demon's Day
“Please! It was my mother’s! It’s all I have left!” The screams, that were once like music to my ears, now grated nerves I didn’t know I had. I used to enjoy the feeling of bones cracking beneath the heel of my shoe, much like how I was crushing the young woman’s hand now. Blood poured from the opening my stiletto had made and swirled in dry red dirt. It should have been exhilarating. Should have.
By Leigh Ann Tuttle5 years ago in Horror
In a Dark, Dark Childhood
I’ve always loved darker tales; the commentary and sadness of The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, the extraordinary folktales of The Storyteller by Jim Henson—all the writings of Roald Dahl. The storybook in Resident Evil: Village is often commented as too scary a tale for a little kid. Not me; I would have treasured such a book.
By Tara Crowley5 years ago in Horror
Friendly Outreach to Alternate Realities
“Can you understand me?” The man with the white hair said. The man with the white hair is called “Rabbi” in my head. “Yes, I seem to speak English.” My voice cracks and is too small. He nods in understanding but I’m not sure he could hear me. Other people are stopped in front of the fireplace. Stretching their shadows across the floor.
By Whitney Davis 5 years ago in Horror
3028
The year was now 3028, and the inevitable had finally occurred. It was the one thing every existing human being beforehand had feared and speculated would ultimately happen. Only now those feared speculations have become reality. Doomsday had finally interrupted the world.
By Heather Perry 5 years ago in Horror
