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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.
Vine house
7:38am “BETHANY!? Where the fuck is my white blouse?” It’s Saturday morning… Distant shrills of my roommates voice start to fill the house. I’ve slept with my mouth open. My eyes are half glued together from last night’s make up. I try to start moistening my mouth. No use. I peel open my eyes and… Oh God instant headache. Reaching for my life and saviour, I grab my glass of water and start chugging.
By Romany Knapp5 years ago in Horror
Too bad for Humanity
They were standing in the staff room of their laboratory, just the two of them. The troubles of the world showed on the TV monitor: angry people, war, famine, megalomaniacs. But he had to turn it off. She was telling him something. It was a shock. Had they wasted their time? All that research? All those hours? The profound results they had paid for with their nervous systems?
By Felix Alexander Holt5 years ago in Horror
No Place For Children
Highbridge House loomed above me, and all my doubts about returning flooded me with fear. I had hated the house on first sight. I told Mum and Dad that it was a stupid place to bring Becca. It wasn’t a good idea to put such a headstrong and rambunctious little girl in a place that was so obviously full of dangerous temptations.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Horror
FLY
"Now what?" Amanda asked. The two travellers stretched their legs outside the car from the three hour trip. It hadn't snowed in Charity like it had in Covet, but the town was just as cold. There was a chill in the air that the afternoon sun couldn't eliminate. And the breeze helped little. It ripped through Vinnit's woolen trenchcoat, making it feel twenty degrees colder than it actually was.
By Devin Thorpe5 years ago in Horror
Dream 1
Dream 1 Oscar once read that we all dream in black and white. If you asked, and I have, the name of the book, he couldn’t tell you with anything resembling certainty or accuracy. Something something dreams and stuff, the science of understanding your brain’s hot nonsense, you know, a real academic tome. He had even less recollection of the author. He was relatively certain it was written by some guy, unless you asked him on a weekend, when he became very nearly positive it was the handiwork of that one lady. You know the one. And I, no reasonable human beings accurate description of a modern skeptic, stood arms crossed, on the precipice of Oscar’s unfounded faith, his absolute confidence in a half-remembered book, about to rip it open, but not apart.
By Kelly Mintzer5 years ago in Horror
First Impressions
The first thing I noticed before I opened my eyes was the darkness. It clung to me like a damp, musty cloak left hiding in the closet of a creepy yellow house at the end of a forgotten oak-lined dirt road somewhere in South Georgia. She was nothing like the drab traditional tabby structures that stood across the marsh. A turn of the century Victorian relic, she must have loomed spectacular in her golden years with beautiful bay windows and ornamental columns supporting intricate arches with delicate lace-like detailing draping down from her third-story gables. A lush garden in the front yard with sweet red roses and a babbling fountain once surrounded by fan palms and an iron gate now grew thick with thorny weeds, and her bright yellow facade faded in the sunlight to reveal the decay of a hundred years. The smell of her old rotten wood pierced my nose, and a staleness filled my lungs with each breath I took. I lay quietly in a pine box beneath her shadow, inhaling and exhaling the past, wondering if I would ever escape.
By Heather Holland5 years ago in Horror
Goes Down Smooth
"He's been wanting to go on a date with you for so long," Rebecca coos. She sits across from me at a cafe, dissecting her omelet with her fork and taking tiny nibbles of her sourdough bread. I wrap my long fingers around a cream coffee mug, as I don't have the appetite today. I pull out a cigarette from my bag and light it with a cheesy "best friends" lighter that Savvy and I got on a trip to Costa Rica. She was really happy then.
By Taylor Haught5 years ago in Horror
Imagine That
Everyone's eyes were impatiently watching the last few seconds tick down on the clock. In just a few more moments, the final bell would ring and summer break would officially begin. Sam was more excited than she had been in a long time. As soon as the bell rang, she and her friends would be off to their secret spot on Brighton Lake. This would be their last summer together before starting middle school. Their last adventure before everything was sure to change. Most friendships never lasted once they left elementary school. Middle school would be the start of separate classes and cliques. Sam wasn't ready for that.
By Sara Wilson5 years ago in Horror
My Horror Novelist Crisis
From a young age, I had a keen interest in scary stories. I devoured books like Bunnicula, The Hounds of Baskervilles, and Frankenstein. I read the entire collection of Hans Christian Andersen and The Brothers Grimm. That curiosity never left me, as I digested every Stephen King book and dived into Shirley Jacksons' unsettling creations. Recently I came to terms with what my dream is, to write horror novels.
By michelle stuart5 years ago in Horror
Game Over
Stella got up from the couch slowly, her head pounding and her vision slightly blurry. She could feel blood running from her nose, but she knew she had to help her friend. She stood up and steadied herself, sneaking over to the kitchen to get a knife out of the block. She grabbed the biggest one there and started to make her way to the bedroom. "I just want you to answer one question before you do whatever it is you're going to do to me" Casey said to James in a low, wavering voice. "And what could you possibly need to know at this point in time?" James asked in a hissing tone, growing frustrated that she interrupted him. "I just want to know, how long have you been watching me? You seem to know a lot about my life." Casey couldn't believe she brought herself to ask this question, but she was hoping the police would show up in time.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Horror
Grandpa's Farm. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
THE DRIVE TO THE FARM was long, flat, and boring. Why Grandpa lived out there was anyone’s guess. He didn’t milk cows, grow crops, or raise animals. He didn’t even have a dog. Just barren fields, a dilapidated barn, and an old house with windows so thin that the frost in winter was thicker than the glass. Twelve-year-old Gavin couldn’t think of a worse place to spend Christmas. Sulking in the backseat of his mom’s old station wagon, he muttered under his breath just loud enough for her to hear.
By Russell Cordner5 years ago in Horror
