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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.
Curtain Call
Sloan always found it pleasant having a crowd to herself. The clattering of forks against plates and the echoes of soft conversation flooded Sloan’s ears. It was hard to focus with this much noise, but she enjoyed the ambiance. She liked listening and observing, alone and unencumbered.
By Marisa Ayers5 years ago in Horror
The Insidious !
At 12 midnight I was walking alone after I suddenly came up with my name in class and suddenly I heard someone call my name and turned to the voice. That. I walk right along the highway because there is only one place that lights up the road. The darkness made me feel bad and unfortunately I forgot to need my phone. In fact, this is the first day I went to school because my family is new in this village, Kampung Kubur Sharif, only a few days, no one has my friends to study at home and made me come back and go alone. Personally, I've never done that before and I hope your steps are correct.
By X-CESS READING !!5 years ago in Horror
Washer & the Worm
Chapter 1: Washer loses a worm Will was having a hell of a day, and it started with him agreeing to fill in for a co-worker. He had feigned sympathy and agreed to cover the shift, even though the employee’s supposed “cold” was a lame excuse to get out of work for a concert. The tickets of which he’d been bragging about for the last couple weeks. It’s not that he was a push over, at least he’d never thought of himself that way, he just knew he could use the extra income and he really had nothing worth looking forward to that couldn’t wait. This opinion was only further validated later when he got a text from Anna. He’d received it at 5:39 pm, just as the dinner rush was starting and the restaurant was descending into madness. It said: “Will I’m sorry to tell you like this, but I think we need some time apart. It’s not you, it’s me, you’re a great guy… I’m just looking for someone with a little more drive, a go-getter you know? Anyway, hope we can stay friends!”. A wonderfully blunt message that’s subtext Will would spend the rest of his shift trying to ignore.
By Joshua Morelli5 years ago in Horror
Indulgences
The light catches his smooth dry scalp. All natural, he always jokes. When he was younger he never thought having hypotrichosis would work in his favor. He had too large of a forehead and the absence of eyebrows never helped with that. The glaring stares he'd receive just for existing were near unbearable. He recalls, from what could have truly been a different life, that once he snuck into his mother's make-up bag while she slept off her most recent hangover and stole her eyeliner to draw these shaky horrifyingly too thick eyebrows on his face. But as time went by and he grew more into his body, he grew into being bald. Was pretty damn good looking if he said so himself.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Horror
My Shin-jury
“Hold still, you big baby, or I’ll spray it with alcohol,” Tammy says to me as she outlines my open wound with a sharpie marker. Her thinking, such that it is, is she can gauge if the infection is getting worse if it crosses the black line she’s drawing at the precise edge of my wound as it is now, Tuesday night. She has a deep maternal instinct, and I appreciate her efforts at keeping me from losing my foot. But I wonder if they aren’t overusing the ‘staff infection!’ cries. I feel shamed. To me, the wound appears to be doing fine! I got a thousand scabs growing up. This injury looks the same as those did. The difference, I guess, is I’m no longer growing up. I’m no longer on my upward climb to the midpoint of my life. I’ve peaked, and I’m already descending into that good night.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Homewrecker
She was in the car, watching the trees blur outside the window, when the thought struck her. Her husband had been acting odd as of late. Taking extra shifts at work, keeping him away from home for hours at a time and leaving her there alone. He was always tired when he got home and wasn’t in the mood recently no matter what she did. The last time the two of them were together intimately, he spent the entire time demanding that she “be quiet” and “lie still”. Nowadays it always seemed like he didn’t want it to be her that was underneath him.
By Anna Miller5 years ago in Horror
The Strain
We attended my dad's retirement ceremony a week later. I would be lying if I told you that I wasn't glad that he was back home from Bosnia. His Army career spanned for 30 long years seeing the world in a way hardly anyone would ever know. The majority of those years were spent in the National Gaurd to be more specific. There was a time in his career when he was active duty during the Vietnam war when he was drafted. Dad never talked about any of his service (not that I was expecting him to), but all the metals on his chest tended to do the talking. His Gaurd unit awarded him a plaque for all his years of service. Mom and I stood beside him in front of his battalion as he was ready to give his final remarks to his unit before changing command. I think I saw a tear in my dad's eye when he said his final goodbyes to the Army.
By BlackInkSociety5 years ago in Horror
Host of Shadow
The woods were dark that night - so dark I later wondered if they had turned their backs on the horrors that lie within. I never should have run. It would have been better for me to be arrested for petty theft, but I was naive, stupid, and drunk with pride.
By Persephone Stylet5 years ago in Horror
It Was Coming for Us
"It's been three days! Are you sure he knows where he's going?" Katrina continued to anxiously pace back and forth on the deck. It has been the same five paces on this very deck for the past three days. I started to wonder if she left a groove on the floor. She continues her rant about how our dear captain has no idea how to get to our destination let alone get all of us to safety. I initially thought that was the point of taking a cruise, you know you relax and completely immerse yourself into the vacation. But when our ship seemed to have malfunctioned or whatever has happened to it, relaxation slowly started to morph into a preverbal challenge. Katrina continued to rant on and on about the trip, after a while I couldn’t understand any of it. We found one of those travel deals online for a cruise to the Bahamas for 5 days. The price seemed reasonable, and the reviews looked refutable, so to be in this middle of the ocean with a broken vessel is not exactly what I had in mind.
By Whitney Monyo5 years ago in Horror
