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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.
My Last Breath
My Last Breath I arrived home around 2 am. I was still a little buzzed from margaritas, and a few hits off a blunt. I had been at a gathering at my friend Coleba’s house. As the midnight hour approached, we began telling ghost stories. I had sat back against a pile of oversized pillows, and let the mood wash over me. I loved a good ghost story! My friend Jess was recounting a story from when he was a kid. His voice was low, and began swaying through the story like a brewing storm. The room was quiet as he spoke, but I could almost hear every bump in the night, malicious whisper, and distant scratches on the window as he continued. My heart was pounding by the time he let out a loud frightening moan, and yelled “Boo”! We all jumped, startled by the sudden break from quiet ghostly anticipation. I laughed along with the others, but I was a little disappointed that there was no ghostly ending, no evil apparition that haunted his memory still.
By Robin Edwards5 years ago in Horror
Keeping Me From Getting to You
On any given day, if you look back exactly one year, you’ll most likely go through a range of emotions all at once. One of these will no doubt be that of surprise at how much has changed. On the night of April 13th, Eli felt this more strongly than ever before as his mind drifted back. He couldn’t know for certain what he was doing a year ago that day, but he could guess that it was absolutely nothing.
By Nik Cabezas5 years ago in Horror
Doomsday’s Diary
Doomsday’s Diary By Sloan Sabbath Prologue: Entry #1 11/3/2006 My name is Shotu’ro Shinigami, one of the remaining 10,000 people on Earth-7. I’m searching for my fiancé Michelé Wajaeya… all I have left is this golden heart shaped locket guarding the first picture I took of her.
By Sloan Sabbath5 years ago in Horror
Immortality
Everyone always talks about how they’d want to be immortal, there always the tropes in media about the villain trying to achieve immortality and then they’ll rule over the world forever. Let me tell you from experience, it’s nowhere near as good as you’d think. The most prominent thing is how all the people you care about die, there’s nothing you can do to prevent it, you can prolong it all you want but immortality isn’t so easily achieved as for you to give it to someone else. The next worst thing?
By Denis McCarthy5 years ago in Horror
Scathe of Branches
I once took long walks with my wife in the park. Surrounded by lush greenery we strode, our path lined with mighty evergreen trees and blossoming picturesque plant-life of vibrant color. Each day we would drive our impressively enormous Sport Utility Vehicle to the edge of our trail and venture into the sea of viridescence. After a pleasant yet draining walk, we would remove our portable barbecue from its leather carrying case and proceed to char an array of delicious meats. Shanks of lamb, cuts of beef, patties of various fowl all lightly blackened to a delectable crisp. The aromas that filled my nostrils on those days, the sweet fragrance of rich vegetation, the smoky musk of searing animal flesh, even the flowery perfume on my wife’s skin, I could no longer recall.
By Kyle Manzione5 years ago in Horror
Ezekiel's Wheels
Most folks are joking when they talk about their work as “just another day in the salt mines”. My crew and me, we really did work in the salt mines. The Tahatchakato Salt Mine in central Kansas, to put a pin in a map. That’s where we busted our asses every day, scratching the skeletal remains of some inland sea that dissolved 325 million years ago, digging out industrial quantities of sodium chloride measured by the metric ton to be used to clear roads and streets in winter and put seasoning on the dinner table. Like the Man said, “It’s a living”.
By Gary Payne5 years ago in Horror
Them
We were cold. It didn’t take long before the evening wind’s unending reach would latch onto our bones. A fire would give away our location so that was out of the question. We did everything in our power to remain still, should they find us quivering in the growing darkness, all would be lost. The bush was our friend, yet it would take just one broken branch to have them come barreling our way. It was still late spring, so the evenings still had that winter bite. Death and madness were everywhere now.
By Christopher Prevost5 years ago in Horror
The Virus
3 years ago more than half of the world’s population was wiped out due to an ever changing virus. At first, doctors and government officials tried their best to keep up with it, but they were ultimately defeated when the realization that the virus was always one step ahead of them set in. Since then, citizens of the States have been left to die with no help or assistance. There are no more schools, hospitals, or law enforcement. Our local community does it’s best to help each other out, and has developed their own currency of trading goods and services.
By Crystal Solorio5 years ago in Horror
The Pack
Harry didn't know what to do. He couldn't go home. It wouldn't save him. Anyway, he loved his wife and he didn't want to be responsible for a second corpse. The leather of the briefcase under his arm was cold against his sodden shirt, and he clutched it there desperately as if it were some kind of shield that would protect him. It wouldn't.
By Paul Wilson5 years ago in Horror
