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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.
Curtain Call: Part II
I did not wear the right shoes for this. Sloan ran, barely recognizing the pain of her poorly supported feet hitting the uneven cobblestone. She could not feel the faintly burning wind chill on the sides of her arms. She could not feel the pinching near her armpit as her leather bag dug into her skin through her shirt. She could not even feel the stabbing in her chest as cold, dry air was sucked into her lungs and forced out before it was ready.
By Marisa Ayers5 years ago in Horror
The Curse of the Heart Shaped Locket
Once upon a time, there was a Woman named Valery, and a Man named Denzel. Valery was 26, and a worker at the National Clinc for retired Workers, while Denzel being 28 and worked at the cleaners. They both lived in an abandoned old town in Michigan, Wyoming with not many people around to talk to or see. There was never any sun in the area to have fun and the city would be so quiet that you could hear a fly buzzing in the street , and even sitting down inside your house.
By Jerome Lamar McQuarter Jr5 years ago in Horror
The Dead Queen and the Pelagic Court
He'd spotted it three days earlier while pacing the concrete shoreline of the plague pit that, in better days, was known as Emerald Grove Luxury Condos. It was a bog now, a mire of viscous, oily corruption that no light could pierce and where no life would ever again bloom, save for those preternatural horrors which stalked its depths, awaiting the scent of blood. The tremors had sunk the neighborhood into an asphalt canyon and the black water had bubbled up like a geyser, filling the crater at an impossible pace, drowning the bulk of the survivors. Those that yet lived fell prey to the things the water carried in. All that remained now to tell of the original inhabitants were sun bleached bones pitted with corrosion, and those few roofs which peeked above the surface, looming with the mournful dignity of old tombstones.
By Brandon Alpert5 years ago in Horror
End of Times
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
Summer Hiding Spaces
Sometimes I wear it like a necklace like a regular person. But today I alternate between putting in the left side pocket on my shorts or tie the chain on my left hand. I used to wear one of those fitness watches but then I started running – not the fitness kind but the running away from something kind. And during one of those emergency runs I lost it. I always lose it and run back to get it but not this time.
By Paolo Kagaoan5 years ago in Horror
Gorp
Gorp was hungry. He hoped the lady would come back and bring him more food. Gorp’s head felt fuzzy, and he had trouble remembering. He remembered he liked the lady. She would bring him food and show him photos of the old Gorp. Gorp liked that. “Gooooorp!” Gorp moaned involuntarily, and a large amount of drool rolled down the side of his mouth and onto his stained and dirty shirt. Gorp shuffled slowly round the basement. Gorp could smell dried blood on his shirt, and it always made him hungry. He began to chew a little on his sleeve. Gorp liked to chew things. That was how he had gotten free of his rope. Foooood… Hungry! Gorp felt an uncontrollable hunger these days. Old Gorp was not like that. The lady had shown him her shiny thing, her “heart shaped locket”. Old Gorp was there. He did not look hungry like new Gorp. “Gooorp” Gorp moaned again (he did that a lot) and shuffled back and forth in his basement. Gorp didn’t like the basement. It was dark and there were lots of things for Gorp to bump into. And worst of all. There was no food. Gorp wished the lady would come back.
By Lawrence Alabaster5 years ago in Horror
Living Dolls
On an old broken down street that was seldom used sat a derelict house occupied by a widowed mother and her children. Her husband had died at a young age of a heart attack leaving her in dire straits to raise the kids, Matt and Veronica. Matt was a rough and rambunctious little kid that reminded his mother, Stacie, of their father. Stacie had no feelings for their father, for he had been abusive for their entire marriage. When he had died of his heart attack, she viewed it as divine intervention. God had smited him down from the high heavens for ever laying a hand on his loving creation. She carried a bit of resentment towards Matt for being so similar to his father, but she adored Veronica. Veronica was perfect in her eyes. So loving, so cute with her curly brown hair and striking green eyes.
By Nick Cavuoti5 years ago in Horror
