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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.
The Kitchen of Good Fortune
When customers to the café ask for love spells, Lila tells them, “It’s my sister you want.” She sends them around the corner to Alia’s bookstore in Serpent Moon Street. La cocina de la buena fortuna, Lila maintains, is for finding one’s luck--and while that might include love, it encompasses much more. Finding luck, in the truest sense, takes patience and persistence. It takes work, too. The seeker must be committed to the search. If it’s luck you want--and that boils down to a blessed and abundant life, which reduces further to the essence of personal happiness--you’ve got to roll up your sleeves and plunge your hands into the ingredients. You’ve got to create something.
By Liz Zimmers5 years ago in Horror
Forget Me Not
The chilling wood of his shovel felt good against his hands, burning with fear. He walked a few paces from his car as nonchalantly as he could, still, nervously glancing in every direction to see if he was truly alone. At once, he began to slam the spade into the dirt. Thankfully, it was as damp as it was cold, so the earth offered little resistance. Stroke, after stroke, after stroke, he dug the hole. Only the red lights from his car allowed him to see, making it hard to determine the exact depth; but as the shovel traveled farther from his hands with each strike, he knew he would be done soon. He nervously peaked again for witnesses, seeing only the fog from his worked breath looming in the cool night air. The hole was now the depth of his six-foot shovel. Eager to leave this disaster in his past, he hoisted himself from the depths, struggling a bit due to his short stature and heavy-set build. The damp ground mushed under his hands as he tried to climb out, finally succeeding only once he squished his feet against the opposite sidewall. He paused for just a moment, staring deep into his work. The dim red tint glowing from his tail lights painted the grass all around where he stood and made it impossible to make out any details within the hole. All he could see when he looked into it was perfect darkness. His eyes began to water, despite his best efforts of composing himself. The image of the grass blades blurred and danced through the tears as they grew larger, but the cold, unforgiving, and heartless hole retained its perfect, black form.
By Damien Bentley5 years ago in Horror
Glass Cage
The train ride was a peaceful one. Each bump along the track was like gentle rocking. Every once and a while they would hit a slightly larger dip on the track that would jar him awake, but never her; she was out like a rock. When he would stir, it would only be for a moment to look out the window, which had now grown dark. He'd then try and focus his sleepy eyes on his watch, but usually fell back asleep before he could determine the time. They had been traveling for nearly two days. Isabella's mother was having surgery on some ligament within her hip and would be completely bedridden for the next three weeks. Neither of them necessarily wanted to go, but it was one of those family things that just had to be done.
By Damien Bentley5 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book
Kyle Garrett ran his hand through his dark wavy sweaty hair as he cleared out the last of the junk in his grandmother’s home. The memories Kyle had of this home were not pleasant. His father was an alcoholic and would verbally abuse him and his grandmother. Why she tolerated him Kyle would never understand? Kyle knew he wanted to sell her home to get rid of the dark memories of being yelled at, beat and made to feel less than human when his father had a bad day. How could someone so evil could outlive such a sweet woman? He stared at a picture of his grandmother Bunny Garrett. Her smile was bright as the sun. She had the softest hands and the warmest spirit. He placed the photo in a box and headed down the hall to her bedroom to clear the rest of the junk out. As Kyle was moving the nightstand a little black book dropped to the floor. It was taped to the back of the nightstand.
By Kristal Calloway5 years ago in Horror
Wild Ghost Hunt
One day watching YouTube videos, I stumbled upon this 24-hour challenge in an abandoned mansion. This was very intriguing to me because in my mind, as an expert paranormal investigator so this would be easy for me if I did it. While watching the video, the narrator talked about this supposed treasure that was hidden inside the mansion. The only reason it was still there because people couldn’t take the spookiness of the house. As the video continued, I could see supposed paranormal activity coming from the house making me interested in going there. Trying to get a game plan going on this paranormal debunk because some parts of it looks fake. During some research I found it it was four hours away from me in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Also, there was a case of a missing family that lived in this house, but ever since no one else lived there. Which to me that seems pretty odd but common around most areas in Michigan. Thinking nothing of it, I began grabbing some gear and packing my recon bag, I’ll be ready to leave by midnight. Beginning to leave the house, my gut was telling me it’s something is off but ignoring it and started to pack the car. Making good time on the road at 10:45 p.m., I knew this would be an extreme risk late night exploration. They had small details on the land near the house except it’s was about two acres and by Lake Huron. During the whole drive I forgot there was some type of treasures there, “Possibly gold, jewelry or maybe diamonds who knows.”saying to myself. Getting closer to the address according to the gps, I drove through a weird dirt road through some trees. Coming down the road I could be a big yellow bag in the middle. Getting out of the car to love the bag I could see that it was only a little black book. This book had further directions through a couple breaks in the path that I had no clue about. Making it to the house courtesy of the book, I could feel an Erie pressure coming from the house. I’m still in the car and my hands are shaking and heart is racing as I look at an old mansion right off the water. After getting out there was this disturbing silence that flooded the area. Getting all of the equipment and entering the house then I set everything up perfectly for the live stream hub. Starting on the first floor of the exploration it just looks like an normal house. About 2 hours had passed and the whole first floor was searched to the throughly. At first I could hear tapping from upstairs but as I approached the bottom of the stairs it sounded more like a run. I didn’t yell for anyone because honestly it was pitch black up there so it could be an animals. Talking to my camera, “Hey guys this is UniverseEA’s own Charles and I’m going to check out this creepy noise. Wish me luck!”. Walking down the hallway a door slammed behind me and it spooked me badly. At that point my gut started to sink telling me to leave immediately. Running down the hallway for my life, I could hear what sounded like someone chasing me. Terrified yelling, “Someone please call 911, please......”. I woke up what seemed to be hours later to a voice’ “Son you ok?” I didn’t know where I was and my vision was coming back to me and I’m in the basement looking up through the stairs. Thinking to myself, “Who was talking to me?” A figured appearing at the top of the stairs, looked out at me but said nothing and points directly behind me. Paralyzed with fear not looking behind me, a child voice said “Please look.” There was a small pale boy behind me, I could believe it but how. The boy said to me, “If I give you the treasure will you leave us alone?” Pause and thinking, “Who is Us?” Turning and squinting through the darkness more bodies appeared of a family. This must be the family that disappeared and I have it all on footage. The boy began to talk, “Mister you should leave before father gets anger, take the treasure and leave.” Loud foot steps coming from the second floor of the house coming. Speaking to the boy, “I’m not here for a treasure, I came for the ghost sighting as I see now.” The boy responded, “My father is never please when people come around, take the suitcase and go!!” Realizing I’m sitting on the suitcase the entire time, i feel through the stairs on top of it. A dark face appeared through the hole in the stairs reaching for me and yelling, “WHY ARE YOU HERE?” Then he reached for me and I grabbed the suitcase before sprinting to the patch of light I could see. Behind me all I could hear was a roar and gust of wind with everything falling in the darkness. Getting closer I could see it was a wooden door, so I tucked and ran through to outside. The roaring and noise had stopped and I couldn’t believed what I’d witnessed. As I walked to the car I thought about all my equipment I had left behind. The only footage I had was the head cam from my GoPro5. I was upset on the ride home with really nothing to show for it I assumed. When I got home and made it inside, I began to upload the whatever I had left. Hearing the little boy play back in my head, “Take the suitcase and go!” Approaching the bag, I really didn’t know what to expect but my eyes were huge when I open it. There was stacks of old twenty dollar bills and a note, it’s read. “Whomever may find this, please enjoy. It was taken from a man who took my children from me.” Shocked and confused, the video began playing on the computer and I could see the entire scene with the cloudy figures. After a couple hours of counting the money and editing the video, I’d realized this is $20,000. Also I had an amazing horror video of actual real ghost. This could solidify my name in the paranormal community.
By Ezangelo Anderson5 years ago in Horror
They Know
The red wall had black flakes. Teagan Davis sat, elbows pressing into her knees. The room - frozen in chaos. The couch she sat on was askew, glass shattered laying throughout the room, picture frames fallen and cracked, a little black notebook splayed out amongst the clutter, just out of sight. Money strewn on the floor of the kitchen in the other room.
By Carmen Dodson5 years ago in Horror
Treasure Hunt
The moment I finished digging into my backyard I went from feeling thrilled and wishful to sheer panic and shock as my whole body got numb and my mind froze cold. My hand let go of the shovel. I knew I had moments left before it took over. My final thoughts of just observing the world around me and trying to fathom what I had unleashed. Was this even possible? The ping of the shovel hitting the stone path beside my freshly dug hole snapped me out of my daze. The midnight air breezed through my hair one last time. I felt stuck in place I couldn’t move because something had already grabbed me. Inch by inch I felt my whole being disappearing in place. Up from my muddied shoes this feeling crawled up me. I felt it up my legs, then up across my chest and down over my arms. It reached my neck, it all happened so fast, only moments ago I had just dug all the dirt away and punctured a wooden box with the shovel and now I am ceasing to exist. I knew that was happening because in my last moment I looked down and I saw nothing about me, a shadow came out of the box I hit and in return had transformed me. I was disappearing and in my place floating to the ground where I once stood something was materializing. I saw my treasure, the treasure was real.
By Karina Forth5 years ago in Horror
