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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.
Ami's Memorial 🤍
The world, now barren and seemingly abandoned, is a dangerous place to exist. The entire planet; ravaged, looted, and harvested in just under a week, left with barely scraps of resources. Humanity never would have been able to predict just how fast an advanced extraterrestrial race could destroy everything they had worked so hard to achieve. The aliens came in thousands, their ships cloaked with camouflage, appeared on the 16th of January in 2022. They took everything from technology to livestock, and even some humans. The sunrise of the 23rd of January 2022, it was as if they vanished, leaving only the rubble of their destructive harvest. There is no telling just what all is left out there, and humanity has all but given up hope, but the world, will never be the same again.
By Prince Cosmix5 years ago in Horror
Why I no longer take in packages for my neighbours
I’m lucky, I guess. I inherited my parents’ farmhouse in the British northern countryside after they decided life would be better spent in the south of France. It was bittersweet at the time, I was super excited to be living on my own, a full home all to myself with zero effort. Buuut I was 18, just out of sixth form, no job no real way to maintain the house. I knew it was going to be hard but the thought of getting an actual job straight out of school was still pretty crap. I was hoping id get a few years draining the parents dry before I had to be a big girl. That’s when I met Todd. Todd lived in the next house over from me, which was surprising as I hadn’t actually noticed anyone move in.
By Clelia l portsmouth5 years ago in Horror
3:14 AM
Days later, I will remember this was the night I first peered inside the SUV, the flashing blue lights. --- My sleep patterns are not nearly as satisfying as they once were. I used to adore my sleep. Now, it seems the fairy has grown stingy with her sand. I sleep only fitfully, sporadically. Usually, I wake in the middle of the night.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Locked In The Heart
This city, my home, has become a silhouette full of worn relics and ashes that I can only observe mournfully. Eerily the roaming silence fills the city's spaces creating this atmospheric tranquility. In truth, the world had ended within the human psyche long before it rightfully ended; the police militia became its ominous archetype. In my youth, my mother was driven dumb and aggressive from a police militia drug raid. Their beatings only sealed her troubled fate. Her worsening behavior encouraged me to escape to the streets, as a child. To this day, I never really knew if the criminal allegations were true, or just speculation. The police militia survivors fled to the country where their fates remained unknown to me. I remained because this city, as harmful as it was, was my home and would always remain my home.
By Meredith Lawless5 years ago in Horror
Adelaide
In 2020, humanity was struck hard with a pandemic. A very contagious and deadly upper respiratory virus claimed the lives of 3.4 million people worldwide that year. We were not ready for something so devastating and what was worse, we had no idea how to fight this virus. Despite the number of bodies that continued to stack up each day, officials stuck with the promise that things were under control and that life before the virus would resume in time. Vaccines were being rapidly developed and distributed worldwide. As people complied with receiving the vaccines and following health guidelines, it seemed that the fatalities from the virus had stabilized. Simultaneously as the virus ravaged our world, riots between civilians and law enforcement over human rights were constantly erupting through the cities across the nation, taking a violent turn as buildings were set on fire in every city. Business fronts were destroyed, and cars were overturned. More people fighting in the streets resulted in even more deaths. What we were not told is that the bodies that sat in the hospitals, funeral homes and mass graves waiting to be returned to their families for proper goodbyes, began to rise once again. This was held from public knowledge by officials across the world until it was too late. Military units had been ordered to move to the streets to try to contain the uprising of the undead but were unsuccessful. Many brave civilians joined at the front lines to try to fight them off, while others scrambled to make attempts of loading up their cars and evacuating. With millions of people trying to escape and nowhere to escape to, families ended up abandoning their cars and belongings to try their luck on foot. Life as we knew it was for sure over and within a month of the dead beginning to rise, millions of people were torn apart and devoured by the hoards, leading us to damn near extinction. The metropolises that were once booming and full of life and determination, now left to ruins. Windows and doors of every building shattered and looted. Broken down and abandoned cars blocked the streets. Scavengers picked off the flesh of corpses that lay scattered on the roads. Hoards of the undead continue to roam in search of the next unlucky soul to run into them. For those that have survived to this point, day to day is all about scavenging for food and resources and fighting off the undead as they wander about. One valuable thing that us survivors have learned is that the most effective way at killing the undead is a direct head shot. Day to day I find myself constantly reminiscing about life before all this.
By Alexander Silva5 years ago in Horror
The Cat I Never Got Back
I have always loved cats. I don’t know why, but they just really appeal to me. I adopted a cat not too long ago. I got him from a litter of kittens when a friend’s cat gave birth. I named him Cinnamon, for his dark orange fur. Cinnamon, was always a very playful and energetic cat. He always wanted to play and I had to buy a bunch of toys to keep him entertained while I was away at work. He was friendly too. He would often greet guests at the door and would politely allow people to stroke his soft fur. Although, I hate to admit it, but I don’t really have guests over that often. Cinnamon is probably my closest friend, so it hurts me a lot to see what’s happened to him.
By Hisashi Kurosawa 5 years ago in Horror
Covid 33
”Just give me the locket!” I fought with my sister over the last thing that connected us to home; the heart-shaped locket our mother wore every day until her dying breath. “Shh here! You’re going to get us killed!!” My little sister exclaimed as we heard something in the distance crash to the ground. Before she could hand me the locket I was already moving. “Come on Stella!!” I grabbed the locket from her hand and shoved it in my book bag and grabbed her by her arm looking right in her eyes daring her to make another sound or hold us up.
By Jerrica Rowan5 years ago in Horror
Survey
The waking nightmare would begin again, but Alex would be prepared. Alex Simmons had no idea how they had taken him or how long he had been here. He did not care. The box was obviously meant to kill him. He lay in a riveted metal coffin, barely wide enough for his shoulders. Instead of ivory satin, though, this coffin had a concave screen, and a dim red light, a malevolent eye watching his every move. To hell with this shit, thought Alex angrily. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, listening for the telltale sounds.
By Eric Wrightson5 years ago in Horror
The Factory
My pen touches the pad as I strain against the fading memories to record such misfortune before it takes me further like it did her. No, I must not think of her, archiving these events are more important than my own sanity; subconsciously I place my hand on the heart-shaped locket around my neck. By tonight, there is no doubt I will be one of the empty. Once these accounts are finished, I am sure to consider my own path to the next world than the one laid before me. Internally hoping and praying that those who find these accounts are able to decipher my hastily scratched words.
By Gabriel Vargas5 years ago in Horror
