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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.
Drerys' Guest
Dinner was prepared early enough to expect their guest’s arrival. Mrs. Drery was, at first, concerned her husband would be so bold as to assume her comfort or approval of a stranger’s company inside the confines of their home. However, for the sake of sounding like a hypocrite, she put on a warm smile as he explained his connection to this stranger. By the end of the story she was almost impressed.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
Drerys' Guest
A t twelve-A.M. Madeline screamed. “There’s something in my room!” Her straining voice pierced the silence of the house as her parents rush in, consciously avoiding the protruding end of their daughter’s toy chest. They’ve done this before, many times. But this time was different. It felt serious. She’d never screamed like this before. Not once.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
Footsteps
The DREAMS I was in a house. My house. When I dream I am usually in some far away place that one could only reach in such a manner. I saw no point in dreaming otherwise. Dreams are supposed to take you away from what you’re familiar with, or put an unfamiliar and wonderful twist on something that’s already known. This was not the case tonight. In this dream I was awakened from a dream. I did not know what I dreamt I dreamt about, but it was no doubt terrifying. In my dream I had awoken to a noise.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
The Last Meal
“Perfect,” Josette muttered to herself as she took a step back from the romantic dinner arrangement that she had spent the last two hours preparing. Purple satin draped over a round low-table that centered between two sets of fluffy white pillows and atop a tapestry edged with tassels. She flicked the switch and immersed herself in pitch-black darkness, then used a remote to turn on the fairy lights sprawled across the basement ceiling.
By Emily Hummer5 years ago in Horror
A The Last Of Us: Part II Experience
Another night, another nightmare. Another day, another panic attack. Just like her I keep seeing his face, hitting me as lightning bolts that shatter my spirit. The face I see is not the one I used to remember, and its shape is something more brutal and bloody, vehemently violating my soul. Battered, tormented, tortured. Covered in blood, desperately gasping for air. No chance of some last words or a proper goodbye: just one gaze which made us both realise that despite the tragedy that was going on he was telling us he was okay with what was happening and that, somehow, things would have been okay.
By Marco Zampilli5 years ago in Horror
