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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 Children in the Pit
Long, long ago in the village of Woofpit, so-called because it was ringed with holes to trap ravening wolves, a man named Richard was out walking one evening at harvest time. He was enjoying the pleasant weather before winter blew in to rattle his bones.
By Denise Shelton5 years ago in Horror
Run
I woke with what should have been a start. Instead my eyes opened calmly, the only thing to betray my nightmares being the heaviness in my breathing. Danielle lay awake to my right in the darkness of the room. I could feel her questioning eyes on me. I said nothing.
By Atlas the Kid5 years ago in Horror
The Red Eyed Favor Part III
“Of all the names you could have called yourself, you went with ‘Daddy’?” “Would you have preferred that I refer to myself as Master, instead? I know I am new to modern day colloquialisms, but I’m under the impression that the two can be interchangeable.”
By Bria Chaffin5 years ago in Horror
THEY
Nothing has been the same since They came. From the moment They surfaced the world went berserk. Local church leaders called it the last judgement. Others called it an alien invasion. Some even called it an experiment gone wrong. The crazies called them vampires and other mythological creatures. But in all reality. No one knows what THEY are. Wherever They go nothing remains. Every living- breathing- thing disappears. They first appeared in northern Canada, quickly mass murdering towns moving south. Then reports started popping up all around the world. As if they were burrowed under ground waiting for the right moment to rise up.
By Jonathan Hayes5 years ago in Horror
Fire
The flames climbed higher along his body, his screams dying as he chokes on the smoke before he collapses in a heap of dead, charred flesh, still smoking even after the flames die. The flames seemed to cease with his heartbeat, snuffing out as abruptly as they began. The remaining screams of his young lover and newlywed wife, echoed in the air, carried on with the wind. Birds flew overhead. The crowd that had gathered as the poor bastard burned looked on in horror at what they had just witnessed. Some of them lost their stomachs. Others pressed kerchiefs to their faces, or lifted their shirts to cover their noses from the stench of burning hair and skin.
By Catherine MacKenzie5 years ago in Horror
Marching band
I hate those nights where it feels like my head has just barely hit the bed before the sounds of camp life roused me, telling me it was time to get up. The sad part is that I've been having more nights like that than restful ones. It's getting harder and harder to remember what the feeling of having a sense of ease and comfort and being able to sleep till the warmth of the day touches my face was like. I haven't felt warm in forever.
By Stefan Latimer5 years ago in Horror
Someone Knocked on the Elevator Door
Because the elevator at work is an old piece of junk, I didn't worry too much when it went down instead of up. Sure, I was annoyed, but what else had I expected? The thing rattles and lags and seems to have its own personality at times, of course it couldn't follow something as simple as a pressed button telling it to go up.
By Amanda Fernandes5 years ago in Horror
The Dream
It’s another warm summer evening in South Carolina, the little town of Melvin, that has about four thousand people in it, is on it’s way to being shut down for the evening. Everything, including the two gas stations close by 9 p.m. and most of the residents are home by 5. The sun is setting as I myself am on my way home from a long day at the Aquarium I work at. I’m an Aquarist, meaning I make sure all the specimens are well cared for. I mostly just direct my coworkers for their daily duties, fill out a lot of paperwork, not so much of cleaning tanks and habitats anymore. The Aquarium sits on the edge of the bay on Hilton Head Island, a wide horizon to the east, and the rest of South Carolina to the west. I enjoy “Island Life” but everyone always seems a little too pampered. There’s always kids that apply as janitorial staff in the summer, but I’m always having to walk around behind them and remind them to clean things. I have a good reliable staff that are here year round, but the seasonal workers are a different story. My house is a small cottage in a little cul de sac where most of the people who work in town reside. It’s about a twenty minute commute, not bad considering this is a huge tourist town. Melvin is our little slice of peace away from the strangers we see all day. Sometimes there will be people you remember, but usually, nobody bothers to talk to the employees if they don’t have to.
By Autumn Lawson5 years ago in Horror
When the Ship Stopped Sailing
Edmund Fitzgerald had always enjoyed his life at sea. As a child, his parents would take him down to the beach to play in the sand and surf. His soft, curly brown hair tousled in the gentle sea breeze. He never minded. The old and quiet harbor of the fishing port they called home, supplied Edmund and this family with just the right amount of contentment. Being that Edmund came from a poorer disposition, he learned to value what little he could have. Just before his father died in a boating accident while working, he taught him how to sail. Even though he was only seven, Edmund took to the sport quickly. The wealthy owner of the fishing business his father worked at let them borrow his own sailing cruiser, but it cost his father two days’ pay each time.
By Emily Wohlstadter5 years ago in Horror
The Assortment of Eyes
"Don't look, just keep your eyes peeled." Awakened with a shudder by those words ringing in my skull like a sword's blade being endlessly and savagely forged, the smell of sulphur permeates my being as if my heart was instead a massive black hole sucking in every known thing, including this foul smell. My body aches as if pummeled by oxen, yet I feel light as a feather. The air is heavy and moist. A sinister electricity is somehow felt. Doom feels incredibly imminent.
By Archbishop Alchemy 5 years ago in Horror
