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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.

My Daughters a Doll?
"She is missing, Kerry." Kerry felt the words on the back of his neck. He looked up to watch Nichole adjust her heavy grey coat and clutch at her red pocketbook. Kerry Wheeler asked, "What do you want me to do? We can't call the police unless she is missing for forty-eight hours."
By Jed Quinn5 years ago in Horror
Short Nightmares
Ding! Ding! Bentli snaps out of the book he is lost in. He quickly tosses the bookmark into the pages and slams it shut, a little more aggressively than intended. His social anxiety has spiked. He slips into his customer service voice.
By Michael Crone5 years ago in Horror
Jacks Windfall 7
Jack ran to the road, crossed it, and went to the sidewalk. There was a way to do all this in time. He pulled out a piece of chalk, and started to trace a rather unique sigil. Rather than the symbol of one of the spirits in his book, but rather the spirit of Rochester itself. He couldn’t summon such a being, but he could open a Gate.
By Pedro Rivera5 years ago in Horror
THE RED SHOES..
At the beginning of the film, we see a girl waiting for her friend at a place. Meanwhile, she looks at the beautiful pink-colored shoes there.
By TOP Guider5 years ago in Horror
The Monster Does Not Hide Under My Bed
I never look under my bed. I call mom and dad whenever I get scared and they would look under for me. They never get tired of tucking me in and kissing my forehead after reassuring me that there is no monster under my bed every night.
By Pet_Elly5 years ago in Horror
A SMILE IN THE DARK
We shouldn’t have moved here. My mother wanted to start anew with a new home out of state to get away from her problems, I don’t mind the adventure, but the house we got is a complete wreck.
By Pet_Elly5 years ago in Horror
My Last Date
The last time I went on a date, I was still alive. I when it started, I never intended it to be serious. My previous long-term relationship had knocked most of the enthusiasm for romance out of me and after eighteen months off the market, my friends were starting to bug me. So, a casual fling seemed like the ideal way to get them off my back.
By C.E. Tidswell5 years ago in Horror
A Dirge for the Prairie
Out on the high prairie on a brightly moonlit night, there's no sound more ominous than the sharp keen of the coyote's howl. The raspy shudder of a rattlesnake is a terrifying sound, but an experienced trailhand can push down his fears and deal with the danger - not so with the coyote song. Don't compare it to a wolf's howl, either. The song of the wolfpack is this strong and muscular wail, an intimidating sound that speaks to the beast's primitive need to stake out its territory. It is a fearsome sound, while the coyote song is a sound of sorrow. It is all dissonant and haunted and it calls out to the dead to rise and dance to its eerie tune, and if you’re in the wrong place when you hear it, that could be what comes next.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Horror
Will and Aliyah
Moonlight split the clouds in a single ethereal beam, illuminating the girl by the railing. Her gaze was cast into the distant night, seeming to pierce the cloying fog and the roiling darkness of the water below. For an instant the boy saw it, not from his place in the shadows, but through the girl’s crystalline eyes. The dark was something to be commanded, not to be skirted around in fear. She was beautiful and terrifying. Not a glimmer of doubt pervaded the icy stillness of the girl’s expression; no tremor broke her predatory stance. The night was hers.
By Jeanie Mae5 years ago in Horror
The Clinging
Mr. Pitts didn’t know where it came from or how it came, but it was there suddenly in his what became his lonely life. It was visiting him constantly, and it always drew a dark scenario. It was like a rock holding him down making his steps heavier and heavier, prohibiting his progress, making his life into an unknown flight. A heavy cloud indeed, and it reeked of melancholy.
By Bazooka Teaches5 years ago in Horror
Open Mind: Chapter Ten
The following morning was my first day adjusting to the new Dogwood routine. Or at least, my first day of being aware of the Dogwood routine. Since I had remained so lucid throughout the previous day, I was no longer afforded the luxury of sleeping in. Mister Greg turned on the lights to my bedroom at 6am to summon me to the nurse’s office.
By ZCH5 years ago in Horror
The Long Dafferd Cat
The village of Long Dafferd, some ten miles north-west of Stilchester, is banana shaped, moulded by the lower contours of Dafferd Downs and the western edge of Oxbake Woods. The road from Epfield to Cruftmere meanders through its centre and is called Lower Street; the only other thoroughfare runs more or less parallel but around ten to twelve feet higher and is known by the equally inspired name of Upper Street. The church of St Jerome stands above Upper Street, but many of the other buildings are set on sloping plots of land between the two roads, including three of Long Dafferd’s four pubs: the Merperson, the Plough and the Giddy Goat all have two entrances, one on each level.
By Tony Nunn5 years ago in Horror