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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.
Can’t sleep
Getting no sleep is nothing new for Ethan, he could lay in bed for hours with his eyes closed shut to no avail. Too much on the twenty year old boys mind, his mind was fragile. He was an outsider trying to fit in, he always felt like he never belonged. His father abandon him when he was young and Ethan never knew who his mother was. Ethan's grandma took care of him, but recently she started to forget things. His aunts and uncles decided it was best to put her in a nursing home. The thought of her suffering in their killed Ethan, she was always kind to him and made him feel like he did belong.
By Johnathan Zamarripa5 years ago in Horror
Blood Child
The stars twinkled overhead with the promise of what was to come. Gabriel looked up as a single star shot across the velvet sky. He sighed in relief, that was a good sign. The last time a shooting star coincided with a claiming, his father was made King. Hopefully, whatever was to come would be good for them as well. He could only hope that nothing bad came from this night.
By Robin Thomas5 years ago in Horror
All IS Cured With A Glass of Merlot
PROLOGUE “Ring! Ring! Ring!.......” Eager with glee and anticipation, Shannon leapt up from her sunken, perspired, crimson flowered, cotton sofa to answer the phone. Saving herself from embarrassment, Shannon’s subconscious spoke aloud in her mind. Calm down! she says. The reprimand is so definite that Shannon straightens up, releasing her jitters before she answers, and with ever so care, picks up the phone. At the end of the receiver Shannon hears the familiar-and what sounded like- friendly, intoxicating, sexy and impressive voice, inviting her on a date. The invitation is mutually convincing, with nothing else left to do but patiently await the approaching painstakingly Sunday commitment for May 22, 2022.
By Beautiful Intelligence5 years ago in Horror
Mr. Midnight
“What’s it going to be, old man?” I ask myself. “What’s it going to be?” It’s cold, even for January. I love the snow, can’t stand the cold. Something happens when you hit forty. Everything starts to crack and creak inside. And this cold cuts right through me.
By Taylor Drake5 years ago in Horror
It’s Dark & Cold, Suddenly the lights went off
It’s Saturday night. Shikha is busy preparing the meal in the kitchen. Suddenly, the lights go off & everything is dark. Luckily, Shikha has got the phone but much to her dismay, it’s without any signals. This startles her however, she soon realizes there is little that can be done about that.
By Aditya Gairola5 years ago in Horror







