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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.
Lil's Spirits: A Short Story
Background Lil's Spirits is the continuing story of Lilith, an extra-Biblical character and her quest for vengeance since creation. I wrote my first story with Lilith in 2002 while in command in Germany. I was a captain in the Army and commanded the 535th Engineer Company in Grafenwoehr. For Halloween that year, I wanted to take my lieutenants on a monster run through the dark forests around the installation, but I had to create the monster story to tell them first. The Knockl went from being a quick short story to 8000 words that read like a legend handed down through the ages. The story includes a dark witch crucial to the plot and the character developed beyond my expectation. Before I even knew her name or her history, I knew The Knockl witch would be a character I wanted to write again.
By The Bantering Welshman5 years ago in Horror
Lord of the Green
The Lord of the Green felt the pine-needles crunch beneath his toes. The trees stirred from a slow slumber. The smell of decay hung heavy between them, the proud oaks and skeletal birch and withered snags all waking to feel his comforting presence. Mouthless, they sang their kyrie for him, the song only he could hear. A melody without end.
By Rhys Barnard Jones5 years ago in Horror
Possession
It started with the damn tea! I’m sure of it. I’ve not felt the same since I drank the mysterious tea at the Chinese restaurant two weeks ago. Now maybe the two things are not causally related, but I seriously doubt it! I drink the strange tasting tea after my lunchtime buffet at Golden Dragon on Wednesday. All night long, I have bizarre dreams about a spirit named Golgorth. The next morning I awake possessed by a demon. It strains the limits of plausibility to think they aren’t related.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Hale County
Chapter 2 ‘It is a man’s own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways’- Buddah The office was cozy, almost familial, with soft natural colors and inviting furniture. Various books on psychology lined the shelves complementing the degrees and certificates that adorned the walls. It was made to put patients at ease. At that moment Amanda Richardson felt as comfortable as she could ever remember being. It was that feeling that put her on edge. She straightened her posture and forced herself to focus.
By Chad Martin5 years ago in Horror
raven the dollmaker
long ago in a small town lived raven the beloved dollmaker she was the towns dollmaker and all loved her work. she made more then just dolls, she made all manor of toy but dolls were what she was known for. raven's doll and toys brought happiness and joy to the children of the town. she hoped there would be no repeat of last time but then that day happen.
By startoria2005 years ago in Horror
A New Excerpt From "My Nightmares" Collection
"We deal in ghosts." I came to this understanding as I took in every possible angle of the old house one last time, burdened by that sense of finality as hours were now the only connective tissue that bound us. The time had come to grasp at all it had offered to me before it fell away from my hands, apparently forever.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man5 years ago in Horror
The Clown´s Gambit
Stuck at school all through the Christmas holidays, nine boys with nowhere to go. My mother had caught tuberculosis, so I wasn't allowed to go home and the other boys´ parents all lived abroad. Kalubushi´s father had been President of his country until the revolution. No one knew where Kalu´s parents were, or what was to become of him once the school fees came due.
By Jonathan Tanburn5 years ago in Horror
Spiders Under the Bed
The boy trembled with excitement under his bed covers. His fists gripped the sheets so tightly his fingers hurt. He graced the alarm clock with a glance. Only 10:45pm. They never arrived before eleven. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had something special to share with his friends.
By Jeff Cochran5 years ago in Horror
One Man's Trash
February 1975 It was bitter cold that night. He had just left the bar. A bar that not many people knew about or frequented. It was on the side of town that most people avoided. It was a bar that appeared long past it's prime both on the outside and the inside. But for him it was a sanctuary. A place to go and feel accepted; normal, what ever normal was. The patrons of the bar were varied; some old, some young, all different shapes and sizes. All men. Some looked as if they were right out of suburbia, undoubtedly with a wives and kids waiting at home for them. Some looked as if they had rolled in from the alleys and shelters. Yet they all had one thing in common, they were different. Their desires were labeled as perverse by society, and they took refuge in this place. On most nights he would settle for a quick liaison in a filthy back room. But sometimes, if he was very lucky, he would find someone to actually connect with. Find some simple understanding and warmth for a short fleeting moment. Tonight he had found nothing, just old men who sought a passionate encounter with young flesh. So he had left earlier than usual and began the walk to his car, which he had parked far from the bar. He walked trying to stay in the shadows so as not to be seen by anyone who might happen to pass by. The biting chill penetrated his body, he felt dead inside and he pulled his coat tighter to block out the wind.
By Dorothy Prophet5 years ago in Horror
The Elevator - Part 1/2 (Short)
She stood in her dilapidated hallway, dripping rain onto the frayed and faded doormat, mimicking the oil-drip stains that caked the walls of her studio. An unlabeled, orange envelope was clutched in her hands as she stared down, confused.
By ::gillian marie::5 years ago in Horror
Uninfected
The dark is quiet without the roar of zombies from all around, and the screams of humans that wandered in for undiscovered food. The mall, everything, used to be paradise. All the cars on the roads stopped, the lights went off, and there was only the dull hum of hunger.
By Noah Thomas5 years ago in Horror
