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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.
Dinner Date
Raissa was furious. And nervous. But above all she was exhausted. She opened the door to her apartment number 217, kicked off her Christian Louboutin high heels and sank on her large sofa. She looked at her clock above the television: 6:17pm. She grabbed her silk pillow behind her, held it firmly between her hands, pushed her face into it and screamed.
By Aisha Bilal5 years ago in Horror
"Dry Land"
We returned home from our long voyage all eager to see our families again. Some men were just eager to get back and find a saloon to drink the night away in as we had run out of rum weeks ago. Nonetheless, we all shared the same thought, dry land. It will be nice to be on solid ground even for seasoned sea dogs like us.
By Fabricating Fiction5 years ago in Horror
Siren
She was still standing there when we made our way back down the beach. I walked Bailey past here at least an hour ago and this girl was stood in the same place, the water had come in closer to the end of her long skirt. She had her shoes in her hand and the waves lapped over her feet. Her long hair flowed in the wind as she just stared out at the water. She wore no coat, just a vest top. I could feel the chill from the ocean wind and had no idea how she had managed to handle it for so long.
By Charlotte Dodd5 years ago in Horror
Midnight Moonlit Love
We were set to meet at 6 pm. Time had always presented itself as an issue for me. Some race to meet the deadline of a perfect gentleman standard or tardiness that claimed itself fashionable. Reservations at the finest joint in town, perhaps a claim to an often expected false status. I downed a few cocktails before leaving the house to calm the current of electricity that crashed against my nerves. This would be my first date in two years and four months. My last sexual partner believed it acceptable to remove her glass eye during sex and announce herself cycloptic as if humor pronounced normality. She was a traveling carnie, dedicated explicitly to constructing the thrill ride that disconnected in Boston and left at least a dozen occupants ghosts in response to wailing mothers. This left my emotions sidelined, and only one thing brought feeling back to the empty, the high of asphyxiation. I imagined it some sort of breath of relief from the smells of an animal auction. She wore a mouth like a can opener and a Motley Crue sweater from the 88 tour. It still smelled of a waffle house bathroom. I swear I could just make out some siren song, but only a peg leg would be a fool for those orgasmic hymns, yet somehow I found myself utterly powerless to her lack of charm. I swore to myself that I would never use Christian mingle again, but here I was, a fool to edited photographs, a fool to the truth of robotic romance, a fool to the bitter end.
By Abraxas Rodewald5 years ago in Horror
Jessie's Lesson
With a final shudder the little, red Daewoo came to a grinding halt. Plumes of thick, red dust swirled up through the windows, before finally settling on Jessie's blonde hair. She was stuck in the middle of nowhere and it was like the sun had come to earth, it was that hot.
By Ashleigh Holmes5 years ago in Horror
Invaded: Chapter 1
It’s pretty shit around this time of year, weather-wise. Now, on a global scale from 1-10, I would say it's… fucked. I could elaborate on that right now, but the major point of this very moment is, it’s cold as shit. I’m sitting here shivering in this shitty trash-wreaked trailer with nothing to do.
By georgiaslove5 years ago in Horror
Unknown Caller
The smoke carried off into the wind as my cigarette burned between my fingers. I placed it in between my soft, pink lips to take my last puff. I tossed the cigarette into the ashtray right as I felt my phone begin to vibrate from my back pocket. I pulled the phone out to reveal my screen was lit up with the words Unknown Caller.
By Alexis Bellaw5 years ago in Horror
The Strain
Every night as I lay in silence in my bed I can hear the forest whispering my name. A place my friends and I called a second home when we were teens growing up in the farm town of Credemore. A place that is now tainted with guilt and sorrow. It's a place that makes me nauseous when thinking about it, but I can't stop thinking about it. My friends names were Elana and Jake. I was like an extension of thier family. When I sat alone at lunch they were always there, when I was trapped in the prison of my quiet room they always called and had some adventure to embark on, and now they're gone.
By BlackInkSociety5 years ago in Horror
Shadow Fight
Jung believed that dreams are our conscious and subconscious’ way to meet on neutral ground. This allows us to learn from our subconscious mind and better our lives in the conscious realm of existence. He postulated that all things in life are paired in opposites. Good and evil, love and hate, joy and pain. He believed the opposite part of the ego is the counter-ego, better known as ‘the shadow’.
By Sweet Scarlet5 years ago in Horror
