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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.
An Evening's Drink
An Evening's Drink I knew I wouldn't be decent until the evening. He’d pestered me, “let me treat you to dinner,” but I told him, “another time, maybe.” He seemed disheartened, but his mood, or at least the mood of his messages, perked up when I invited him over for an evening drink.
By The Messenger Magpie5 years ago in Horror
Chapter 1: Forest
The breeze was creaking through the house with the bay window wide open. The sun was shining creating this glimmer throughout the heavy waves turning the darker sides of the water to light clear green undertones. The breeze and the waves created music throughout that woke up Alex from her afternoon nap. Her eyes opened and her pupils dilated when she realized the music had stopped and there was complete silence. Silence? Where’s mom? Where’s dad? She thought.
By Alexandria Solorzano5 years ago in Horror
Aoife McConn & the Mysterious Moths
It was a bitter autumn night in the country and I - aspiring author, Aoife McConn - was spending it in the most inconvenient and not-so-cosy way - hauling bags of groceries up the hill in the dark, drenched up to be knees in mud. SIght was a luxury i didn’t have. The world was encased in a blanket of black, a deep eldritch void that many hid from within their homes and luckily for me, there were no lampposts anywhere near my house (gotta love rurality).
By Chloe Martin5 years ago in Horror
Holly Berries
20th December 1872. Dearest Diary, If you’ve never been treated to sweet melodies of last night's supper splattering against a tin bath first thing on a Friday morning, don’t waste your sorrows on feeling left out - i can assure you that it’s not at all fun.
By Chloe Martin5 years ago in Horror
The Entity
Introduction To anyone reading this right now, listen up. My name is Max. I’m thirty-one years old and I live in the south of England. I don’t think I have much time, so I am going to tell my story on this forum. This is going to be extremely hard to write and I may end up breaking down in the process. But I need to warn you. You can believe me if you want or don’t, I don’t care anymore. Just heed my warning should any of these things happen to you, RUN!
By Matt Horror5 years ago in Horror
Fugitive
The autumn season had been astoundingly cold, and by mid-December the Miskatonic River that bisected Arkham had frozen. A hop, skip, and a jump across the ice from the north bank sat a small island dotted with standing stones. Jessie had been enchanted by the island ever since arriving in Arkham back in late September, and now that it was so easily accessible, she decided to pay it a visit. She thought of the winters she spent as a young girl at her grandmother’s lakeside home in New Jersey, where she would venture out onto the ice to play her violin. Now, away at college and feeling homesick, Jessie had an urge to resume the tradition that had passed away along with her grandmother.
By Micah Delhauer5 years ago in Horror
Dollhouse
Jack was driving home after a long week. The country road, lined with tall pine trees, was wet. Jack was tired. The slow curves of the road home always lulled him into a calm and as his mind relaxed into the drive he could almost forget that his wife had recently packed her bags and left him.
By Adrian Konstant5 years ago in Horror
The Cat and the Raven
There stood an old crickety house in an old crickety wood, where the windows dusted over and the doors squeaked louder than the floors of a home in which the father held his belt too tight. As any crickety house in any crickety wood, the air was still. Abandoned by expectations of the common folk, forgotten by time’s manipulation of the poor mind.
By Janelle Hyde5 years ago in Horror
The Ungrel Invasion
I feel like I'm walking back home along the rim of the galaxy. I know! Melodramatic right? But it's how I feel. When the Ungrels landed their ships on the White House lawn back in 2047, we knew something was very wrong. There had been too many questions left unanswered. Why hadn't we attacked them? What did they want? How did they possibly know that of all the places to land on earth, the White House is probably the most fear-inducing? Such a tactic shows intelligence. It shows cunning, audacity, boldness, and confidence.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
