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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.
Bite-Sized
“Well, that’s sexy…” he thought as drool slipped down his chin. He was only just coming back into consciousness, and it was a slow process. Curiosity and amusement danced equally in his brain, even as he registered he was bound to a chair in someplace dark. His vision began to clear, and in the flickering light, he could make out a table before him, the stone walls, and an impressive fireplace at the end of the room. This was definitely not the bar he had walked into earlier this evening.
By J. Greenfield 5 years ago in Horror
Serial Dater(Revised)
Nothing better than sitting in your garden relaxing with a glass of Merlot after a long night of gardening. If the saying is true, that what you put in is what you get out, then I am getting some beautiful roses, pretty damned gorgeous. My neighbours always ask why I choose to garden at night. My answer is always the same - “After a bad date, I need to relax” - You can say I've had many bad dates. I guess what I am looking for is just too hard to find. Too damned hard, I would say. My friends always say I am a serial dater and that I find any reason not to have a second date. They say I make up all these faults in every man I meet. There is nothing wrong with being picky, absolutely nothing. I know what I want and how I want it. I am an independent woman. I own my own home, a beautiful home I might add, it could be considered an estate. I also own my own business. I have worked so damned hard to get everything I have always wanted, if a man is going to come into my life, he is going to add to it, not take away and try to control me. I wake up when I want to wake up, I go to bed when I feel like going to be. I have been alone practically my whole life.
By Jennifer Rodriguez5 years ago in Horror
She Spoke
My soul is cracking. It’s my twentieth birthday, and no one has touched me in years. I’m so touch-deprived. So lost and yearning for the feeling of warm skin. I can feel my heart thud, echoing under my sticky skin and intertwined branches of veins. The smell of dirt and pine trees tickles my nostrils, playing with the hairs on my upper lip. I’ve lived amongst the nonis for years. We escaped politics underground with nothing more than shackles around our ankles, food from witches, and underground tombs for company. My parents gave me up after I began to shake uncontrollably, flinching at everything and nothing. My father was an alcoholic—a typical father in the twenty-first century. He would come home stressed from his witch-dome duties, and my mother would try to calm him down. He would try to shake her off, threatening to beat me if she spoke.
By Aida Fakhry5 years ago in Horror
The Merlot
First dates are always awkward. Especially when you’re sitting in an expensive high-end restaurant trying to hide the tags on your designer dress so you can return it the next day. Jonathan Jones the Second (JJ for short) doesn’t seem to find it awkward, immediately ordering Merlot from the harried-looking waiter. He tells me it’s his favourite, and makes sure to slip in the four-figure price tag. I play the part of the impressed date and don’t mention that I already know it’s his favourite wine from stalking his social media. The restaurant is beautiful, if out of my price range. The chandeliers look like real crystal and I’m yet again relieved that he agreed to have our date here instead of a home-cooked meal at his apartment like he had originally suggested. You can never be too careful; public dates are statistically safer.
By alexandra grace newell5 years ago in Horror
Dreaded Day in June
It was a gloomy day on June 15, 2014, most commonly known as Jane Lowe’s birthday. Turning the big 40 was the biggest headline in her own personal news. Waking up alone in her cold studio apartment; no children to deal with, no mate for affection, just one cat to say good morning to. Not having any of these belongings in her life stems from some long term trust issues from a past ex. Ed McGullan, Jane’s boyfriend of only one year and 11 months, became very controlling over what she would do and where she would go. Finally, she had enough of not being in control of her life and having to ask permission, Jane dumped Ed one day prior to their two year anniversary, which was June 14. Ed seemed to never get over this. Constantly calling Jane’s phone, showing up unexpectedly, trying to break in to just get one last final piece of her for his own sake of closure. Jane never gave in, leaving Ed no choice but to finally give up. Now that it’s finally her first birthday being single, she didn’t have work this afternoon, as she decided to take the day off in advance to make the most of it since she doesn’t get out all that often. Rather than the usual daily grind of bold brew, Jane went the extra mile to finally open a bottle of her favorite merlot and poor a glass to enjoy while sitting in her hot lavender scented bubble bath. 20 minutes in, Jane receives a call, but she left her phone downstairs. The bath comes to an abrupt end as she’s now distracted by an interruption. A look of confusion glazed over her face, since she never receives by phone calls these days due to not having any friends or no longer any family. The contact read “no caller ID” weird, she thought. Less than three minutes later, another call comes through and she’s able to answer it. Jane says, “hello, who is this?” To which a male voice responds, “Happy birthday Jane, you know I would never forget your special day.” Jane, nervous and borderline frantic, responds with a shaky voice, “Ed...please. Leave me...alone..how did you get my number again?” Ed replies with a deep chuckle, “I never deleted it. How could I ever get over you when we never reached a proper two year anniversary? I hope that wine you’re enjoying is to be considered a birthday celebration drink along with a happy anniversary sip.” Now nervous as to how Ed knew how she was drinking wine, she asked him how he knew she had wine. Ed told her, “not only do I know you always loved your occasional glass of Merlot, but I’m watching you right now, and you look damn good drinking it too. Can I come in to share?” She looks out the window to see Ed standing by a tree across the street staring in and waving now that eye contact has been made. Luckily for Jane, a cop was cruising by doing neighborhood watch, so she grabbed their attention and filed a report to press charges and get a restraining order. Ed leaves, complying with officer’s orders to go back home. Jane now has to look forward to keeping up with this restraining order against Ed. Her first single birthday goes to hell, as she couldn’t predict any less considering her luck. Once officers leave with her information, Jane proceeds to go back inside and down the entire bottle of Merlot and sleep the day away, since she’s not feeling on bit of her so called special day.
By Cameron Carr5 years ago in Horror
Doppelgänger
The driver behind me tries to make it seem they aren’t following me, but they fail in achieving that goal. For an instant, I had thought to turn left. I was in the turn lane, but then I remembered the veterinarian’s office would already be closed for the day. So, and since there was only one car behind me, I waited in the left turn lane and went straight. The driver behind me realized there was no further point in trying to pretend and openly followed me from the left turn lane as I continued along my way home.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Among the flowers
Thick sweet perfume from the robe of Jasmine flowers adorning the courtyard walls permeated the air as they pulsed slowly and rhythmically against the smooth stone as though it were breathing. Soft rays of twilight glinted through the glass table before me casting a sea of shimmering rainbow across the lush blooming Eden onto a colossal antique mirror that stood sentinel among a thicket of snowy roses. A dull knot wrought in the depths of my soul as I beheld myself within the ornately gilded frame; a dishevelled creature, pitiful and unseemly among this sanctuary of decadence. Grains of wheat burst forth from the mornings threshing clung to my dried brittle hair no matter how much Cook picked at them for me. My eyes drowned in dark pools of weariness holding a heavy gaze on my sunken face forever infused with the grime of a life’s worth of toil while the Sunday best dress offered no lustre to the hollow frame from which it hung.
By Sophie Bateman5 years ago in Horror
Serial Dater
Nothing better than sitting in your garden relaxing with a glass of Merlot after a long day of digging and gardening. If the saying that goes what you put in is what you get out, then I am getting some beautiful roses, pretty damned gorgeous. My neighbours always ask why I choose to garden at night, my answer is always the same - “After a bad date I need to relax” - You can say I have had many bad dates. I guess what I am looking for is just too hard to find. Too damned hard I would say. My friends always say I am a serial dater and that I would find any reason not to have a second date, that I am the one that makes up all these faults on every man I meet. There is nothing wrong with being picky, absolutely nothing. I know what I want and how I want it. I am an independent woman, I own my own home, a beautiful home I might add, it could be considered a state. I also own my own business. I have worked so damned hard to get all that I always wanted, if a man is going to come into my life is to add to it, not to take away and to try and control me. I wake up when I want to wake up, I go to bed when I feel like going to be. I have been alone practically my whole life.
By Jennifer Rodriguez5 years ago in Horror
A Well Cooked Meal
There are many thoughts one has in these types of situations. But there is only one I can hear repeatedly, louder than the rest, 'Where did I mess up?' Staring at the glass cup as it rolls along the floor, resting against the table leg, the contents form a pool around it. The man kneels in front of me, muffling something that I can't quite make out before the room goes black.
By Paige Ouellette5 years ago in Horror
Purgatory
"I am lost. I am afraid. I am trapped in a void of darkness, roaming till no end, bumping into walls that are not there. Endlessly running from fate, from judgment. Running from the two who put me here. I have always cast my fate into the wind, but here there is no wind, no air. When you die, I was told that you no longer feel pain, but here in this endless void of a jail cell, pain is the only thing I know. I die every day, expecting to learn something, but the ending is all the same. The two men who killed me waste no time to do it again endlessly,with no mercy. The pain I feel is numb. Numbness confines my whole body. Leaving me to replay the events that lead me here."
By Joshua Alejandro5 years ago in Horror
