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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.
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Lottie walked out of the attorney’s office and onto the bustling sidewalk, gripping a small black notebook and a check for twenty thousand dollars. Of course Doug would pull something like this. Even after five years of marriage, Lottie had learned little about him. He claimed that his secretive nature was the key to his success, but she suspected that he just enjoyed keeping her in the dark. She barely knew what his work entailed. She had no idea how much he was actually worth. He used to spend hours every evening filling out these small black notebooks, never letting her see them or even telling her what he was writing about. The most profound thing she had known about him was that he enjoyed collecting beautiful objects, meant to be displayed and never touched. Most of the time she had felt like another art piece in his collection.
By Kristen Drummey5 years ago in Horror
Summertime Living Is Easy
His favorite name was Gina. I often wondered if it was the reason he liked my name so much. “Nina, as in Nina Simone,” he’d say, playfully punching my arm before his voice trailed off into soft, meandering verses of “Summertime” as he exited the living room, tickling the keys of the piano as he walked out and leaving behind him a great big shadow of doubt.
By Selena Fragassi5 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book
Prologue: The Queen’s Boutique We get deliveries every day. People, who want to get rid of their clutter, donate to the cause. The cause being...the Queen’s Boutique!!! A very popular high end consignment store. I was so exhausted that day and couldn’t wait to get off. I had 15 minutes until my shift ended and here comes the most annoying manager in the world...Queen Barbara.
By Naeemah Harris5 years ago in Horror
Black Bird
People were screaming, everyone on board flight AA231 was panicking. It was approaching midnight. The flight attendants tried to reassure the passengers that everything would be okay. However, I could sense the subtle change of pitch in one of their tones. That reassurance was merely an attempt to mask the ugly truth, that we are all going to perish. All that can be heard are men crying like babies. Babies, being denied the attention of their unresponsive mothers. As I sat there, buckled into my seat, the terror began to clench my heart. My hands drenched in sweat were clamped onto the armrests, clueless as to what to do. Never had I witnessed mankind in such a state.
By Zaki Uddin5 years ago in Horror
The Mansion at Oak Hollow
Grace stood in the floor length mirror in a black, 1920's vintage dress. Her blonde hair was gathered up into a loose all-over stack of curls and pinned to her head. Black, satin gloves covered her slender arms and her feet donned a pair of modest, 2-inch black pumps.
By McKenzie Godwin5 years ago in Horror
