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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.
Infinity Wheel: Chapter One
It was a few minutes before three p.m. on a hot, weedy August day. The yellow xoysia grass baked its alien shapes into the retreating green fescue. Gnats swarmed around the damp dresses on Miss Miriam’s clothesline. The sun put out a hard radiance that slowed down everyone and everything. Even the fat, mottled spider in Miss Miriam’s porch lattice just sat there with legs still.
By Hollye B. Green5 years ago in Horror
Haunted
A DEAFENING SHRILL PIERCED THE CALM OF THE NIGHT like a sword through the ears. I fumbled from my deep sleep and successfully battled to turn on the lightshade beside my bed. A couple more female wails fluttered the entire air so loudly that they could rouse the dead. I had not enough time to even squint; terrific emergencies have a way of zeroing the average time it takes to adjust human vision against abrupt light.
By Victor Yator 5 years ago in Horror
Black-Eyed Child
I’m sure you heard the myths about black-eyed children. Some people say they are an urban legend. Some people say they are true. Others wonder how they came to be. Are they extraterrestrials? Are they vampires? Are they some kind of weird experiment that went wrong? No one really had the answers as to where they came from and why they are here. Some say they’re evil and bring bad luck and death. Some had no idea of who they are.
By Tami Osburn5 years ago in Horror
The Ranger
Jack, Allison, Tom, and Jules march through the forest, one by one. Jack holds a long branch he has fashioned into a walking stick, flinging it through the heavy greenery and ferns that lie in their way. The darkness looms behind them; they’re racing against the evening, trying to get to the open fields before they lose the sun under the line of the mountains. After years of doing this, they should know better, yet day after day they come home in the eerie minutes before sunset, splitting course to their own homes and locking the doors behind them. No misfortune has ever come from it, but they still get the heavy feeling in their chests and the chills up their spines while walking home, felt by all but left unsaid.
By Kelsey Lionetti5 years ago in Horror
A Funeral
Testing the limitations of his hand rolled cigarette, Corrado rapidly inhaled the soothing chemicals deep into the depths of his sixteen year old lungs. His large hands shook with each drag, reminding him of the painful tremors his late father had once suffered from. Unconcerned, he continued to smoke through the pain. Finishing one then quickly lighting up another. After chain smoking his entire stash, he was convinced that his shaking was due to the excessive amounts of nicotine he had just ingested. Combined with overwhelming anxiety and stress, he was able to calm his mind from the idea of succumbing to the same genetic fate of his father.
By Kale Sinclair5 years ago in Horror
The Monster You Know
*Trigger Warning: domestic violence and rape* I pass the Thing in the Shadows every night I walk home from work. Everyone in town knows about the Thing in the Shadows, though you’d be hard-pressed to find anyone willing to talk about it. It mainly lives in the alley between the 7-Eleven and the head shop. No one is quite sure exactly what it looks like; it’s a tangle of formless dark, lanky, shifting shapes. Occasionally someone in the area vanishes, usually a street dealer or someone up to no good, and there will be whispers that the Thing in the Shadows took them. Usually, it’s not someone that anybody misses, and the gossip quickly moves on.
By Katt Kantack5 years ago in Horror
Christmas Nightmare Inn
Outside of her best friend’s house, Paige honked the horn for the third time, sighing in frustration when she saw Tabby through the window, yapping away on her cell phone. This was supposed to be their time away from all the bullshit Serenity was full of this time of year. The Christmas parades, the decorations, and the infernal Christmas music everywhere drove her insane.
By Susan Dickson (Author Skylar McKinzie)5 years ago in Horror
The Last Josh. Top Story - May 2021.
I've been in a coma for the last six months. I was fortunate, they say. The semi-truck that hit my car killed my mother and my fiancee but spared me. Well, not spared, I guess. I had two broken legs, a shattered collar bone, and I was in a persistent vegetative state for six months, three weeks, and two days. I awoke on April twenty-sixth, two thousand twenty-one.
By Joshua Campbell5 years ago in Horror
Let's Party
I woke up on a conveyor belt with a splitting headache and a perpetual ringing in my ears. There was a line of people wearing gloves and aprons, working diligently, and speaking a language I could not understand. The air was humid and the sun had risen high in the sky, shining brightly through the windows. The people were sweating profusely from the heat and humidity as if they had been working all day. There was one man in a business suit standing in the corner, shouting commands in some Spanish dialect. I assumed he was the boss.
By Christopher Hantman5 years ago in Horror
