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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.
Zach
“I told you we need to use the stopper. It skitters away too quickly otherwise. I already regret sharing my affliction with Zach. The instant I approached his bathroom vanity sink, he pulled the plug from the basin and refused to let me have it; he’s a true germ-o-phobe and refused to let me plug the sink.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
He, the Eternal Death
The Pale Man watched the setting-sun bear down on the crumbling city. Long shadows hid the corpse city amongst the red soil. Like the others, it was a relic of a bygone age; left to rot deep within the Earth. He could not recall the city’s name. A final act of disrespect perhaps, but by this point, they all looked the same to him.
By Ashley Bailey5 years ago in Horror
A Story Stranger Than Fiction
As I sit here mulling over the past I am minded of the fact that no matter how far fetched might appear my pieces of fiction, the harsh reality of what I have passed in terms of experiences and people I have had to deal with in real life beggars belief.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Horror
Midtown Massacre
The two lay in bed, the blackout curtains giving the impression of late night, though she knew it was sometime in the mid-afternoon. Tuesday, she thought. Sandy lay with her head on his chest, her left leg entangled in his. They lay in a pool of stillness that might have resembled utter contentment. But there was something in the wideness of her eyes and the tension trembling in her hands that gave a sense of impending disaster. The room was scattered with bits of two depressingly normal lives. Bookshelves filled with remnants of college: Kierkegaard and Austen. A computer sat on the floor in one corner, covered in dirty laundry. Wires still crossed the room in awkward places, running under the door to the generator in the closet, though there had not been any gas for it, even on the black market, for months. The ceiling was blackened by the candle smoke. Sometimes Sandy would look around and she could see their life before the war under the pieces of their new half-life.
By Lindsey Lee5 years ago in Horror
To Have a Heart of Gold
No one exactly knew where it had come from, or when, just that it was older than anyone could imagine. Often its owners would hold it close to their chest, tucked underneath their ragged or silky garments adorned with either jewels or fleas, and would wonder where it had come from long into the night until the sun’s rays glazed the distant horizon. Sometimes, it would occasionally burn so hot their skin would boil and turn black, but none had the willpower to take it off, until their heart had burned to charred soot and they would wonder why they hadn’t taken it off right away in the first place. For some, that tunnel deep in their chest was not visible to the human eye, and only the owner would know that it was nestled right in their fragile ribcage, between their lungs, beating and pulsing like a real heart until the bloody, wet organ itself stopped working in the belief that it was no longer needed.
By Olivia Gyuran5 years ago in Horror
The First Time for the Second Time
It had been so long since Jonah had seen this side of the forest. The snow that just barely blanketed the road when he drove through town was thick and lush on the forest floor. Since leaving for work on the other side of the country he had only ever returned during the summer months, but now that he finally had a chance to come back for the winter he was reminded just how much he missed wandering the spaces between the trees with the snow under his boots. He had been waiting for months to bring Claudia out here and show her his favorite place tucked away between the trees, a small clearing that had always felt like it was there just for him. Jonah stopped walking just for a moment to bask in winter's inviting chill. He could feel the bit of sweat on the top of his mustache beginning to turn to ice as he inhaled deeply through his nose. It was glorious.
By John Dodge5 years ago in Horror
