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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.
House of Monsters
*** disclaimer: This story depicts sexual and verbal abuse Scrcchhh srchhh srcchh. Three scratches always three, never more, never less, and always in sets of threes that never failed to send a familiar trail of goosebumps creeping down my spine every time I walked by the basement door. But not this time. I welcomed those three scratches, finding an odd comfort in the way that they sounded like nails scraping hard against wood.
By Brittany Taylor 5 years ago in Horror
Two Wishes
"How are you holding up, kiddo?" Katherine rested her hand on the young man's shoulder. His quivering subsided for a moment. The desperate gasps of the recently orphaned boy echoed through the apartment as she glanced at her brother, an imposing man who stood in the doorway with his arms folded.
By A.T. Baines5 years ago in Horror
Timothy Crips Little Black Book
Timmy explores a small room in his closet. He opens the chest and finds a little black book with white pages. Putting it aside he continues scrummaging around the chest and finds a box with a surprise. He crawls back into his room and goes running to find his mom. Stopping when he sees her in the kitchen.
By Lore S. Crown 5 years ago in Horror
Owl's Glint
Another day and another way from the Pretty Patties find some stupid prank to pull on me. Almost every day they seem to come up with different ways to torture me just for “the laughs” as they say. It’s been exactly three years since I moved here and close to two years when they started all this pranking business on me but today on the other hand was mute for them. Just to steal my umbrella in gym class seems a bit mediocre compared to dumping a whole box of raw egg whites in my hair a few days ago. Oddly enough everything they do is overshadowed by just the mere sight of Darwin standing at my front door today. Walking in the soaping rain to see him at the door sent shudders in my heart and who would have guessed with such a sweet delicate face he has can change so quickly to a full bouquet of roses just by seeing me wet from the rain.
By Nicholas B. Jolley5 years ago in Horror
The McGuire Place Tradition
I had never had the poor fortune of spending the night in the old McGuire place. I arrived in Carrolton the summer of my seventh-grade year, dragged to this new house by my father’s promotion and the rising cost of living in the town we left behind. After hearing the tales from the gang on May Street though, I have often felt gratitude that I arrived one year too late to take part in that childhood ritual.
By Emily Gray5 years ago in Horror
Red Velvet
“Jessie, you are not coming into this house with those muddy shoes,” mother stated. I looked down at my tennis shoes and realized they were filthy. I couldn’t even see the color of my shoes anymore. I immediately removed them and placed them on the back porch of my house. I rushed into the bathroom to clean myself off from the mess I was just in. I was glad my mother did not push too much about why I was so filthy. I sat on the edge of the bathtub waiting for my heart to stop pounding. My mind was racing, and I couldn’t catch my breath. I thought to myself, “was I safe now that I was home, or was I still in danger from what just happened?” “What do we do with what we found?” My twelve-year-old mind needed to stop racing and calm down.
By Lolly Cruz5 years ago in Horror
The Room with the Green Door
Mr. Winthrop had a quite serpent-like appearance. He had an impossibly pointed chin which, in conjunction with his broad forehead and exceedingly thinning hair, rather gave his head the aesthetic of an upside-down cone. His nose was miniscule and flat, and at its point curved upward; it was so indiscernible from the rest of him that it presented itself as two thin, black ovals in the middle of his face. His left hand had been cut off at the wrist, and the wound had not properly healed, so the residual limb was misshapen and black from infection. His skin was yellowish and freckled, which as a little girl I found to be strange, but I now recognize as typical, after learning of the sun and its pigmentation of the skin. It was our complexion—pale to the point of near transparency, with a sort of pinkish tint and thin blue lines running throughout—which was the oddity. We usually saw Mr. Winthrop exclusively in passing; only on every ninetieth day, when the time came for us to be weighed and measured, would he spend longer than a minute or two in our wing of the Quarters.
By Ridge Jolliff5 years ago in Horror
The Self-Improvement Project
Money was hard to get after the pandemic. Being a college student who lives away from home is out of a job because it is nonessential. Practicing social-distancing wasn't too hard. Taking online classes was the only upside due to this situation. Finding a job was hard; I had multiple interviews for different jobs, but all of them had the same answer, "Sorry to inform you. We are currently looking into other candidates right now."
By Jalen Jasso5 years ago in Horror
