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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 Accident
Earth is overcrowded with people, and there aren’t enough resources to sustain life for all. So, the government hired scientists to figure out a way to kill off kids under the age of 20 without raising questions. Seven of the smartest scientists were rounded up, and taken to a secret lab in Nevadah. Amanda Shaw, a British scientist that specializes in the study of cells, and her associate Daemon Bates, who studies how traits are inherited, were the first two to start working in the lab. But, it wasn’t enough they needed other people with other skill sets they didn’t have. That’s when Carrie Wilson, who studies the spread of diseases, Edgar Knox, who Studies blood, and its disease, Freya Rose, a chemist, Ivy Miller, who Studies viruses, and Griffin Lee, a specialist in infectious disease joined Bates, and Shaw to figure things out. It took 3 years for a breakthrough to happen, but it wasn’t how they expected it to be.
By devan ghee5 years ago in Horror
Ring Around the Rosie
I dart down the hall, gasping for air, Constantly checking behind me to see if I've lost her. I stop for just a moment to catch my breath, and BAM, Rosie is standing there. Right in front of me. Those little black glossy eyes, her curly brown locks, laying against her cold porcelain cheek. Then the music starts playing "Ring around the Rosie. Pocket full of posies. Ashes, Ashes We all fall down." It continues to play slowly, giving you chills up your spine. Then you hear it "Run before I catch you."
By Halie Rawlins5 years ago in Horror
Ghost Ship
I wasn’t sure if it was a dream or if it was real. I was on heading west on the Pacific Ocean on my thirty-foot yacht gliding the ocean not too far from the California Coast. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was glowing pink when I saw it. It was a ship of some kind that didn’t appear to be of our time, 2021. It looked out of place and from an earlier time. I couldn’t make out what kind of ship it was since it was on the horizon of the sinking sun.
By Tami Osburn5 years ago in Horror
The Ship That Never Came To Shore
The locals in the little beach community had always been very calm and cool. It was a smaller city outside of the huge metropolis, ships came in and out the port to get supplies or to bring in supplies. Ships and boats were constantly rented out for parties and events from the shore. But there was this one instant where a boat had just sat out and never came in for weeks. People talked in the city about the "ship on the horizon" because all you could see was the ship, not the people and it would never come in.
By Avril Doucette5 years ago in Horror
Ships on the Dead Sea
In a town by the sea, ships are a daily sight. They are our lifeblood, constantly coming and going with the riches far off lands offer. This was true once for our little village on the sea, before the world changed and left everything in pieces. Now, the sea is empty. Empty of life and empty of ships. At least that is what I tell the townsfolk.
By Cody Dunnington5 years ago in Horror
The Anima Project
I open my eyes in a womb of darkness, all encompassing, except for a thin shaft of light that pierces the curtain of black around me. The light is reflected through a rounded patch of glass above my head, and fear erupts within me as I realize I must be within a confined space. I am lying on my back, and I notice that my limbs find a peculiar resistance when I try to move them- as if I were under water. I can breathe, but it doesn’t feel natural, and as I force my stiff right arm through the substance surrounding me, I touch my mouth. A large tube protrudes from my throat, I nearly jerk it free out of pure instinct until the rational part of my brain reminds me that I am still submerged. Instead, I reach above me toward the light. I feel the roof of my containment and push, it takes effort, but it gives, and I slowly lift it aside. Once freedom is within sight, I rip the tubing from my mouth and lift myself up. As my head breaks the surface, I take my first gasp of true air, and crawl out of my cage. Rubbing it between my fingers, I can tell now that what I have been sleeping in is not liquid at all, it feels like some kind of gel. As my eyes fully adjust, I can see the faintest of dust particles fluttering around the section of floor where I sit. The ground is hard, something like cracked linoleum, and I see what looks to be mounds of rock piled around the room. Rising to my knees, a pain like pins and needles shoots through my extremities as life creeps into them. My mind feels empty, my thoughts covered in cobwebs, so many questions plague me, not the least of which is why my limbs feel this way at all. I look at the rough, calloused hands in front of me, turning a reddish pink as blood starts coursing through them again. I squeeze my right fingers into a fist and flex them open again, raise my left hand, and touch my face. Hesitantly, I press it to each of my features- nose, mouth, hair, ears- everything is there… But it all feels wrong. I can’t remember anything, how I came to be in this place, where I had been before- even my own name eludes me.
By Joshua Morelli5 years ago in Horror
The Apothecary
The Apothecary By Kami Bryant The Apothecary drove two hours from the city to the small fishing town on the Oregon Coast. She drove a ten-year-old white, non-descript American made car. The car didn’t have a single bumper sticker or fancy tires or rims and was so ordinary that it wouldn’t draw a second glance. She drove exactly the speed limit and stayed in the right lane.
By Kami Bryant5 years ago in Horror
