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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.
Dream Date
When Bella woke up that morning, it was just another day for her. As a college student, she woke up around five AM to meditate and go on a run before starting her day. It was Monday and Bella was on her usual route she took every morning six days a week. Sunday was her rest day. It was probably around five thirty and she hadn’t broken a sweat yet. The sun was just started to peak through the clouds. It was that time of morning when you could still see the moon, fighting the sun for dominance of the sky. Bella had her air pods in, The Less I Know The Better by Tame Impala playing on her phone, which was zipped up in the pocket of her wind breaker. She stopped running to take a sip of water. Her parents used to take her to this state park when she was a child. She knew the trails by heart. Living in a small town, this was one of the known places people came to ride bikes and hike. It wasn’t big enough to be a camp ground but people still came to admire nature... and leave trash all over the place. Bella always brought along a compostable trash bag with her in case she saw anything that needed picking up. Today it was a McDonald’s bag and a few crushed beer cans tossed into the bushes. After closing the cap on her water bottle, she walked over to the bushes to pick it up. The sun was shining a little more now, peeping through the trees of the trail. As Bella was hunched over, she heard the snapping of twigs. She stood up straight to take a look around. She thought perhaps it was an animal or a fellow jogger. But she wasn’t able to finish that thought because she was grabbed from behind. Someone much larger than her had placed a damp cloth over her nose and mouth. She struggled as much as she possibly could for someone who was five foot three inches and a hundred and thirty pounds. She struggled until her vision became blurry and her limbs weak, until everything went dark and her eyelids could no longer stay open.
By Olivia Batchelder 5 years ago in Horror
CREATURES
For four months, after the hurricane, I had temporarily lived in the white cabin that I took care of repairing and cleaning, although it lacked essential services. The place, on the shores of Lake Cumite, located more than fifteen hundred feet high in a lonely valley, would have been a paradise before the meteor's pass, now turned into an arid land covered with dry sticks and the rubble of the seventy cabins that me had come to inspect.
By Juan Laborde5 years ago in Horror
A Date To Die For
Part One – The redeeming qualities of Donald the snake “Hard pass,” said Penny with a short laugh as she flipped to the next profile. She was new to this online dating thing, and so far, she had found more to laugh about than any serious contenders for a date. Why had she listened to that snake Donny? “What an ass,” she whispered as she flipped to yet another profile. She felt a moment of slight sadness, but it soon passed. Donny was her most recent handler and very capable after years of experience. She knew how to handle the ones like Donny, he could be dangerous if you let him. But no one would ever catch Donny trying to check out Penny as she walked away, she made sure of that. Penny knew the man wanted her, and if she was honest, he was handsome. These were not redeeming qualities in the man and his behavior could be quite abrasive at times. After two years, Penny had learned only a handful facts about the man; He liked his coffee black, he heartily enjoyed technology, even if he did not always understand it, and he only dated women half his age and often younger. Donny liked to talk but he never really had anything to say. Penny guessed that is what made him so good at his job. He could feed you bullshit all night long and not give you one piece of useful information. He did not learn this skill; he was a natural.
By Floyd Doolittle5 years ago in Horror
Enter The Bermuda
Enter The Bermuda Upcoming book by Joseph Roy Wright Enter The Bermuda will explore the mysteries of The Bermuda Triangle and the strange stories that have spread from this bizarre myth. This will be a fictional tale, full of horror, madness and plenty of surreal mind bending moments.
By Joseph Roy Wright5 years ago in Horror
The Jinn
The supermarket was bustling again. In the midst of all the commotion, the manager was called out of his office. He passed by multiple customers, back to restock their home shelves after the quarantine period had ended. The quarantine had extended for a month longer than they expected, so business had been booming for the past few days. He exited the store and saw a shabby man with an unkempt stubble and unruly hair. He was wearing a hoodie with a tear on the back, trackpants and a black sports shoe. The manager went up to the guy, who was screaming in his loudest voice at incoming customers, “Do not go in there, there was a giant lizard before.”
By Srihari Vidyalakshmi5 years ago in Horror
A Brief History of Bucarno Park
Bucarno Park is a neighborhood in the forests of Knightstown, Indiana. It is known for being the site of a mass disappearance in 1995 which made international headlines. All 64 residents of the neighborhood vanished on March 30, 1995, and there is still no explanation for their whereabouts. The neighborhood is preserved exactly as it was left, and is now a tourist hotspot.
By Jennifer Childers5 years ago in Horror
LoveR
Fourty-seven. Caucasian male. Dark brown and grey hair. Balding in the middle. Grey V-neck shirt, bleach spots scattered around the front. Completely wrinkled from the neck down. Worn out dark green cargo pants. Discoloration in some areas—He does his own laundry. Calloused fingers and dirty nails—works with his hands? Husky build with broad shoulders. Could this really be “him”? Does he really fit the serial murderer profile? I wonder to myself.
By Marceline Perry5 years ago in Horror
