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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.
The Make a Wish Night Light
Most people enjoy visiting the house they grew up in. I’m not one of them. Every time that old, two story Victorian comes into view the bottom of my chest falls out. My hands start sweating, followed by an army of ants making a mad dash over my scalp.
By Jeff Cochran5 years ago in Horror
A Night to Remember. Content Warning.
I remember her, that day so clearly imprinted. I remember the way her shadow danced under the street lights. The way her silhouette crept up each building she passed. She was beautiful. Golden red hair and freckles that neatly collected upon her face. Emerald eyes that shine like diamond rings. Perfect teeth, I wonder what she ate that night.. Ahh.. if only she knew who I was. If only she had known how much I had admired her beauty.
By Ghoulishtale Studios5 years ago in Horror
The Timekeeper. Content Warning.
Ah, yes the softness of his skull was my favorite sound. Nothing like the feel of someone new at my fingertips. He looked so innocent just sitting there. A statue greatly posed. So limply placed upon his throne. It had to be done. For every time he gazed at me with those eyes. A shiver sent up my spine. As to what I held to my surprise. His lifeless eyes bluster within my soul. Judgmental from the great beyond. I am sane, it's dreadfully so. But in life those eyes were never kind. It haunts me, I must hide him. Blood from every orifice fills his face. I must hide him soon before neighbors catch foul play. I need his hideous eyes to go away. Ah, but his beauty was here to stay. Where oh where must you go. Stuffed in the grandfather clock. Tick tock, the time flies by. I had only seconds left. I pushed his heavy body in the ticking tower. He will not stay, so stubborn I must say. I proceeded to tape it shut. All in time for a knock at my chamber door. Hurriedly placing a cloth on my prize. With a deep breath, I opened my door.
By Ghoulishtale Studios5 years ago in Horror
The Rockhounds
Russ squatted over a hole in the ground deep in the backwoods of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. It was the morning of the Fourth of July, the sun was shining, and life was good. Russ had been spending his Independence Days like this his whole life. As a child, his Summers were spent camping outside with his Dad from the first of June to the end of August. In the Fall, it was deer camp with all the men on his Dad’s side of the family. They’d go up to Escanaba and roll out two big army tents, one for the “barracks” and one for the “mess”. Now, as a grown man in his thirties, he had his dream job, which was building mountain bike trails all across the country. His company had him traveling to remote locales all over the U.S., camping out in the rolling hills of some wooded outpost with a crew, a battalion of earth movers, and literally, blazing new trails in the wilderness. He’d grown quite accustomed to hearing the yipping of coyotes at night, the tickling of mosquitoes in his ears, and even shitting in the woods like a damn bear. He finished up his business with the hole and filled it in with the dirt he’d taken out with his trusty shovel.
By Stephen Pell5 years ago in Horror
The Demon of Rose Hill Cemetery
"Ugh… come on 9:30! Hurry up!" Alice whined staring at the clock above the desk in their room. "You not going to make it sooner? I don't even know why I'm going with you," Ben kicked at the blanket on his bed. They still looked a lot alike. Alice's hair was curly, and Ben's was straighter with a much shorter cut.
By Stephy Doe5 years ago in Horror
