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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.

BERZERKER
I bear witness to fury. For I am it. Personified. I never tire of hearing a skull crack inwardly. To me it fills the void within my belly, albeit fleetingly. There is a deep longing here to see blood, pulse and spurt.
By Dom Watson 5 years ago in Horror
The Whispers
This is a story I do not often tell. I promise, sincerely, that this has scarred me for life and although I have looked into psychological explanations for what I heard and natural explanations for what occurred, they remain unsatisfactory.
By Aditya Choudhary5 years ago in Horror
Ghost Bro
My house was built in 1904. It is a single family home, wood frame setting on a concrete block foundation. I have been living here for about 12 years. Of all the weird things that my siblings and me have seen or heard in this house this one event is my favorite. This happened to my brother. About ten years ago my brother and his best friends had started a garage band playing mostly "Spanish rock," alternative music but in Spanish. His friends could only get together on Sunday afternoons. They would practice into the early evening, and they would usually call it quits by 8 pm. This was the time I usually showed up and went to bed, cause I worked the graveyard shift.
By Aditya Choudhary5 years ago in Horror
Boat Trip
14504105 07514504105 [email protected] Annie lay in bed unable to fall asleep, tossing and turning seeing the dim street light seeping through the windows with the crashing of the wind against the window. The rain beating down fast, and the bed feeling cold when she would turn. Why didn’t I turn the heat on she thought feeling very cold? Annie thought to herself, in the morning she is off for two days on this cruise she planned for weeks such a horrible weather in the month of July. But the rain and winds had taken over this small village of Sutterton in Linconshire, Annie looked at her night table to reach for her phone. Pressing the power button on the side of the phone, looks at the screen for the time with her eyes half open focusing without her glasses. Oh gosh she thought to herself its nearly four in the morning, and she will have to get up in few hours to leave. The excitement of the trip had made it difficult for Annie to sleep, imagining what she will get up to putting images in her head of the view’s, and then she slowly dosed off.
By amandeep samra5 years ago in Horror
Refuge
Blistering snow hurls around me, tarring over my pupils with a thick and constant caustic white paint. From the little vision I have left, my eyes focus solely on my deep brown boots that penetrate the snow repeatedly, each step polluting a shard of my memory in its wake. Behind me should lay thousands of soil diseased footprints laying as corpses in the beautiful, vile baron desert. But no, the scars of the mountain ripped by my very steps had been buried long ago, the monstrous blizzard hysterically hiding any hopes of finding salvation back down this inescapable path. Like a disease of the brain, the sinister snow claws and gouges at my mind relentlessly, ripping any sense of sanity that I may claim to have once possessed. We both know one day he will slash its way in and take refuge in my puny, weak human mind, a fate worse than death.
By Ben Cardy5 years ago in Horror
The cult of Broken Gate
Blood curdling shrieks pierced the quiet night, invading the army of silence that had been present for the many hours before. The clock read 22:22, as I knew it would, of course it would, ‘it’ happens at this time every year. Terrifyingly this rude awakening had actually become quite monotonous over the last decade and I was growing sick of it, however, if I had known then what I know now I would have ran away the first time, I should have ran away the first time.
By Ben Cardy5 years ago in Horror
I belong to the marshes now
Empty voids of immense nothingness fled my mind as quickly as they had appeared. I have awoken and groggily I rise like a zombie clawing its way up tooth and nail from the cold hard soil. Bewildered I recoil and turn in awe and fear of what surrounds me, I find myself trapped in what I can only assume is the dampest and most isolated sorry pit of the Earth. Surrounding me is drowned marshes, trees draped in moss and suffocated by the inevitable unstoppable force of rot, always creeping forwards, pushed solely by time on its way to claim another victim. Bodies of water lay dormant around me, an even deeper shade of green then that on the trees clings tightly to the surface like a deadly parasite bleeding it’s prey of any life. It creates a film of waste. It hides all that is beneath it, leaving only darkness and harsh secrets below.
By Ben Cardy5 years ago in Horror
The Haunted Cottage
There is a place somewhere on earth, in the farthermost reaches of a labyrinth of trees, an ancient cottage possessed by creatures of old, spiteful creatures forsaken by man.
By Benjamin Bratz5 years ago in Horror
Seeker's Shadows
In the midst of an open plain, beneath a cloudless night sky, within a restless slumber, what once was a man dreamed. Amongst fevered tossing and turning, wallowing over the tall grasses, he mumbled, "My queen...." What was a dream became something more…memory. As the dream/memory went on, the thrashing started. The thrashing soon gave rise to cries. The cries gave way to blessed wakefulness. The waking dream where nothing mattered, save one thing.
By Joel Gray III5 years ago in Horror
A Little Cold
A preview of sorts--this little tale is featured in my book, Scribbles. I was feeling miserable last night. I’ve had a cold for a few days now, and I was exhausted from coughing and sneezing. My nose was all stuffy and red from constant blowing.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Horror
She's still protecting him
Ever heard of the lonely widows' bridge? It's said to be a ghost story around… *knocking on window* sorry… that blasted knocking… anyway, the bridge. Yeah, there is a bridge near my town that no one goes to, it's off the main street if you keep going and you can’t miss it. When I first heard about the story of it, I thought that it was just some ploy to… *knocking on window* a ploy to… scare children. I didn’t believe it of course and after a couple of beers, I and my friend went to go and check it out. If we only knew what we were getting ourselves into… I didn’t know it would come to this…
By V-Ink Stories5 years ago in Horror
Infinity Wheel: Chapter 3
The mustache was limp. There was no helping it now. The wax was used up and Cosmo had resorted to styling it with lard. Sometimes the lard-coated hairs hung in a sad Fu Manchu over his mouth. Cosmo would endeavor to speak only to inhale them and cough them out. Although the texture was horrid, the taste was not all that bad. Still, it was infuriating. “Curse these bucolic tiny villages and their backwards cretins devoid of niceries!” he thought.
By Hollye B. Green5 years ago in Horror