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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.
One Misty Morning
The echoes of our footsteps were swallowed by the dense fog of the early morning air. I snuggled my head into my oversized hoodie, away from the chill, as we trudged down the empty sidewalks of our neighborhood. I was still groggy, and perhaps a bit grumpy, from getting up so early. I did love this time of morning, but my friend’s chatter was ruining the muffled silence I was trying to enjoy.
By Randall C Stephens 5 years ago in Horror
A Warrior's Redemption
I wanted to die. The pain of losing her permeated every part of my being. Each day became more melancholy than the one before it and the thought of enduring this pain seemed to be as far from me as she was. I constantly wondered why she was taken from me and why I was left to bear the burden and shame of not being able to save her from the demon who was hunting me. She was my daughter. It was her that I was supposed to protect, however, in the one moment that I was weak she tried to protect me and paid my ransom with her life.
By DuWayne Holiday5 years ago in Horror
Open at your own risk
Open at your own risk We see Martha putting on her work apron. She gets in her car that barely even starts anymore. She waves goodbye to her daughter Amanda who is watching her leave from the window. Martha gets to work and she sits in her car thinking about her life before going in.
By Juan Martinez5 years ago in Horror
The Price
It was one cold day when two boys, Shawn and Aaron, were running in the halls of the nursing home, Sherwood Oaks Nursing Home, their mom, Mary, worked at. They were told not to enter room 102 due to the old man, Gerald, in that room was very eccentric and senile. Today, they decided to enter the room.
By Michael Keck5 years ago in Horror
Drawn By The Waterfall
Jeremiah sat in his study, alone, without any music. He had a collection, but he had not listened to it in years. Drawn by the waterfall, he looked at his mantle. The framed photograph depicted him by a waterfall. His past self, his beard less gray than it was in the present, standing on the far-left side of the photo. His wife stood on the far-right side. There was so much space between them. He knew what was between them…
By Steven Shinder5 years ago in Horror
Absconded Sanity
In her hands, there was a little black book. It had scars etched into its cover. The corners were worn. Its pages were unruly, yellow, and curled against each other as if in conflict. The woman could relate. She had been twisted out of shape by those pages. What this book had done might be quantifiable by some, but its full significance would not be known until both she and it had long since become dust.
By J. Greenfield 5 years ago in Horror
Sam I Am
I sat in my den staring at that book, that little black book, for what seemed like days! I wanted to open it so bad but something in me kept telling me it was wasn't right! I kept wondering what it was, was it a journal, was it someone's conquests, or was it simply just a little black book with nothing written in it! I think I looked at the clock over a hundred times before I finally even read what it said on the front of the book. I remember it so vividly, "Sam's Book", that's it nothing more just "Sam's Book". Who was Sam I wondered? I couldn't take it anymore, so I opened it to the first page where within just the first few words my mouth dropped, and I was stuck!
By Chrystal Holdren5 years ago in Horror
Air
I awoke in a cold sweat, gasping for air. The sunlight filtering through the thin curtains, pulling me from the confines of my dream and cementing me to reality. I had hoped that purging myself of more than half my belongings and moving to a tiny house in the middle of nowhere could help me get some distance from the dreams. As if clearing my life would in turn clear my head and keep me from being tormented by my own mind. Unfortunately, it seemed almost like the dreams were getting worse…
By Theron Wilson5 years ago in Horror
Manifesting The Darkness
My fingers release the small black book as it smacks the white wall in front of me I fall to my knees. Warm tears stream down my face. " I don't want it any more please take it away." I scream hoping it will hear me and answers my plea as it did before. I feel a dark presence behind me. " You humans always wanting more this and more that this is why we don't help you anymore, you guys never know what you want." The presence takes form of a small women in an all black ball gown with scarlet colored lips and flushed pale skin.
By Miya Gwynn5 years ago in Horror
Resonance
"Auggie, Come on! Move your freaking legs! Now... Please!" Rae Mi all but shrieked through her tears. Panic was in higher supply than oxygen. August planted himself like the roots of some great and ancient tree into the sidewalk as soon as he and his sister emerged from the alley. The very topography of Rae Mi's flesh changed as she conjured thoughts of escaping the narrowing maw of a red throated behemoth. With her last bit of energy left she pulled August tightly to her chest. Tight enough so that she was certain it hurt her as much as it did the freshly uprooted, great and ancient five year old in her arms. The vehicles beyond the curb raced by at impossible speeds, but space was molasses. The HAT was now no more than twenty terrible yards from success. She could not allow them to be captured. Rae Mi battened her eyes shut and took ten desperate steps into traffic.
By Christopher Hemingway5 years ago in Horror
