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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.
Strike
Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock… was the sound of the clock overhead. The room was cold and dark, and you could hear water dripping off the walls from the rain. Within the darkness was empty, tired eyes that belonged to a tall, slender man with dark hair. He had been in prison for 20 years and he was being released tomorrow. Fredrick known as Freddy was wrongly convicted of embezzlement because his former employer and longtime friend tricked him into signing documents that framed him. Freddy was not able to prove his innocence, so he spent the last 20 years locked in a cell. During this time, he lost a everything; his fiancé left him, he lost his home and his mother was on her death bed.
By Tineal Richardson5 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book
Thomas was driving his usual route, it was a slow night probably because of the continuous rain. The road flashed as lighting danced across the sky. Sitting at a stop light he couldn’t help but think about his leaky roof, hoping Adam was safe and asleep. He hated leaving him alone every night, but working the graveyard shift allowed him to be home for Adam during the day. A loud bang on the side of his bus jolted Thomas from his thoughts.
By Vanessa Lucero5 years ago in Horror
Paradox
I: The dream was fresh in Clancy’s mind as he descended the stairs in a sleepy haze; it was a memory, really. A specific recollection of a rare time his family was on vacation together. He and his parents were cliff-diving by the ocean, and he’d managed to step on a large jellyfish. His foot seared with such excruciating pain that he swore he’d never go by the ocean again.
By Nick LaMacchia5 years ago in Horror
The Root of All....
To live and die in the same hometown you were born in has always been a terror, a nightmare even, to me. To never see the beauty that I know is out there in the world, to never know the unexpected turns and exciting ventures your life could have, I just knew I was meant to get out of here.
By Zanaisha White5 years ago in Horror
Finders Keepers
It was sitting there, like a guest in its own right, on the table in the corner of the food court in the Ramsgorge Shopping Centre - like a holy book on its lectern, stood in a church of obesity and type-two diabetes. Lewis queried it with the slits of his eyes and decided that if it were not claimed in the last twenty minutes of his shift at the Quirky Chicken, he would claim it for his own. Were it a comic book or a magazine, he would have binned it there and then. But it looked ominous, important - and Lewis felt a certain apprehensiveness wash over him. It stood about an inch and a half thick, with soft, black leather wrapped around it like snakeskin. A short stack of dense pages sat between the lips of hide like a row of yellowing teeth. Squashed between the paper was a purple velvet tongue. Lewis felt himself drawn to find out what was on that page two thirds of the way down where the bookmark stood guard, and found that he was relaying a customer's Satay Chicken Meal Deal with a jumble of mispronounced vowels and consonants that left a perplexed look on the balding man's face in front of him. They laughed it off and Lewis handed over the receipt - but he was concerned. What is it about that book that has such a hold on me?
By Nathan Humphrey5 years ago in Horror
Inducet Noctum
Prologue Charred debris and blackened rubble crackled under the soldier’s heavy boots with each wary step. He couldn’t help but shiver in his thick winter coat, tightening his grip on the spear in his right hand. Whether it be the cold or his own failing nerve, he did not know. What he did know was that he missed the sky, the sun, the moon. How long had it been since he had seen the stars or felt the cold crisp mountain air, not laden with ash and sulfur? The thought of his home atop the mountain formed a sickening knot in his stomach. Better to not focus on it.
By Joseph Orlando5 years ago in Horror
He Had No Name
The Boy with no name woke in the morning. The pain was still so vivid he cringed and gasped. He had grown cold in the night, with the altitude blowing autumn winds over his battered body. He should have brought the blanket, he silently begrudged himself of his fake bravado as he shivered laying on the cold ground. The embers of his fire having gone out long before the morning’s sun started peaking over the mountain range. He wasn’t sure what to do. He wasn’t precisely sure what he could do. His wounds were not idly dismissed. He was severely wounded. He didn’t think he was mortally wounded but if any of his injuries got infected, he surely would die.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
It was a Friday afternoon in mid-January. The sun was low on the horizon and mostly obscured by heavy clouds. I walked briskly down the suburban sidewalk from my house to the local grocery store a mile away. There were a few stubborn residents in the area with Christmas lights still twinkling in the dusk, and a few diehard patches of snow that had refused to melt. I walked past a smart looking high peaked two story and noticed a particularly large patch of snow on the shady side of the house, which looked like the remnants of a sad, left over snow angel. A small rectangular shape caught my eye. It was made of a shiny black material that reflected the flashing Christmas lights on the house next door.
By Jeannie Wisto5 years ago in Horror
