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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.

Chicken Wing
Ruby’s beady black eyes followed Heidi’s every move as she gingerly patted the dusty shelf overhead. Goosebumps tickled her neck as the sticky cobwebs clung to her fingers. Resisting the urge to run out of the musty chicken coop she tiptoed to reach higher. She took a quick peek at the hen on the perch, unnerved at the hen’s statue-like stillness. Heidi shuffled a little farther into the dimness as the glittery eyes followed her. She needed to find that little black book! The hen silently watched. Heidi knew it was irrational, but she was afraid to turn her back on the old biddy. Swallowing down her anxiety she again hastily patted the shelf. Metal clanged as her fingers painfully rammed a metal box. Ruby’s wings fluttered behind her which spurred her to snatch the box and sprint out the door with squeal.
By Amy Payton5 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
It seemed as though whenever there was a funeral it was rainy outside, weather to match everyone's mood. Not today though. The sun beat down on her black outfit making the sun seem ten times hotter than it already was. Lacey stood next to my mother and my mom’s sister who was moaning pitifully over their lost sister Adele. The fabulous Dell. Her favorite auntie. Lacey still had not shed a tear. She was holding herself strong so that her mother she always found so meek would not fall apart. Her no-good father was in the back looking like he had been on another bender last night. Nothing new for her. Lacey's father had been a career drunk her whole life. Sweet as pie when he had no liquor in him but once he got a little in him he was meaner than a skunk. Several times she remembered the bar calling to the house and if her mother was gone, which was often, the dutiful only child had to get up and walk the six blocks to the local tavern to pick her drunk father up and pay the tab with her modest McDonald’s job. She would have to leave his car keys with Telly the bar owner who looked at her with pity as she picked her cussing father up and put him under her arms before walking him out of the bar and put him to bed after cleaning up his throw up. It was no wonder that when her mother would finally make it home from the second shift job that she would take over for Lacey without a word of protest. But in the small time frame that he was still awake, he would berate her with crazy words. Her father John would tell her how she ruined her mother and his relationship. She was not supposed to be born and her mother hated her for coming into their lives. She knew they were just the words of a lost drunken man but it cut her to the core no less. Lacey could never understand why her mother took the abuse. She never fussed back, she never complained, she just took it and took it. Her mother had been a beautiful woman. All the Sweeney’s were. They all had fair skin, long sweeping curly hair, and were a mix of Italian and black. When her mother had married an Irish man my grandmother and grandfather about turned their back on her for good. But it was her auntie Adele who made them see the light. She had always been the black sheep in her family. Loud and beautiful and ready to conquer the world by storm. Before she passed she had wanted Lacey to come out and see her but she never made it, to catch up in her own bull to be there for her aunt. She remembered her dad always saying “Why can’t she get a respectable job, how am I going to be able to tell anyone what my daughter does for a living. Aunt Adele was a dancer at a fancy strip club and every man wanted to be with her. Wanted to see her shake what her momma gave her. As unappealing as it was to everyone else Adele couldn’t have cared less who didn’t like it. She could have been anything in the world but she wanted to dance and bring a little bit of joy to the lonely men of Downers Grove. The procession line began to move and Lacey stared at her aunt laying there in the casket pissed that they had not followed her directions to be cremated. She knew that Adele would be rolling in her grave if she knew people were gawking over her in a long turtle neck dress at that to cover the ugly scarring around her neck from the hands of whoever had strangled her to death. The preacher was saying something and her mother was leaning on her so hard that Lacey had to switch positions and actually try and lean her in the other direction. The first dirt clumps that hit the casket set the lump further up in her throat. The rest of the funeral flew by her without her knowing what was really going on. She dutifully thanked the people who had came and walked with the pallbearers. The only words that hit Lacey’s ears were her mother whispering to God that she should have forgiven her sister while she was still alive. But forgive her for what? Lacey had no idea.
By Becca Boo5 years ago in Horror
Peer Pressure
“Jenny, where are you taking us?” I’m not hiding the irritation in my voice anymore. I’ve been following Jenny through tent cities and dark alleys for blocks. Eventually, we’re going to stumble across the wrong person and she’s going to get us mugged with her shiny rings and flashy purse.
By Courtney Wing5 years ago in Horror
I Am Alive.
The hunter left his old, battered truck on the outskirts of the forest. Years of work and toil on the farmland betrayed the flayed paintwork and creeping rust. He did take liberties with how close he drove to his target's den, but the strong winds and mist would help stealth his approach. He crouched to inspect the frozen ground, noting how fast the tracks were disappearing under the next barrage of snow.
By Jordan Norton5 years ago in Horror
Property of M.Gardiner
A flicker of green caught her eye. No, that couldn't be right. Julie Gardiner whipped around from where she had been hastily combing her hair in front of the mirror and sure enough there she saw a bundle of clean if slightly crinkled twenty dollar bills poking out from the top drawer of her dresser. She gasped, the plastic comb that had previously been in her hand clattered to the floor as she rushed over to see whether her eyes were deceiving her.
By Bella Talib5 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
It was a late misty night in October when I heard someone scream in the woods behind my house.I was too frightened to go out and see, so I woke my brother up to come with me but he was also spooked himself.We had tried to go to sleep but there was another scream, which this time it was louder. I told my brother to put some clothes on so we can go see were the noise came from but he was too nervous to go, so we decided to wait until the next morning to go to the woods. Next morning when we both awakened the news crew, ambulance and police were in the woods in our backyard, so our parents went to go speak to one of the officers to get some type of idea as to what happened last night. The officer stated that there was a murder of a 16 yr old girl last night being stabbed to death and the killer is still on the loose. My brother and I couldn’t believe the news we heard and that those screams we heard, was from the girl being murderd. As the day went on I was curious to see the crime scene so I told my brother that I was going to go later that evening. He thought I was crazy to want to go to a fresh crime scene but I wanted to see if I could find anything. So later that evening as the sun started to set, me and my brother went into the woods to the crime scene. As we started walking into the woods and getting closer to the crime scene darkness started to arrive. As we turned our flashlights on chills started to run through my body. All you can hear is the crackling of the leaves on the ground floor as we walk closer to the crime scene while the wind blowing calmly as we scan around for anything thats looks useful. Next Out of nowhere My brother jumps and makes a noise as he sees blood on one of the trees by the scene. I told him to relax and not to be scared but as we continue our search I had come across this little black book that was buried under the leaves of the crime scene. The book had some name on it called “ Moleskine's”. I told my brother “ Look” and then used my flash light to look through the book briefly and what we saw was very disturbing. We hurried home to our room to see what’s in this little black book. When we got back to our room I had close the door so that our parents couldn’t just rush in. Then that’s when I started to flip the pages and there were pictures of the little girl tied up entirely in a room blind folded. The girl looked like she was beaten very badly in the photos, and while looking through the whole book, her name was next to each picture saying “Moleskine's”.So me and my brother were up all night trying to figure out what to do with this little black book because we knew that there was dyer news for the police to use. I knew it would be best to take the little black book to the police ASAP so that they could find some more clues on catching the killer. So The next day I told my parents about finding the little black book and showed them and they were shocked out their minds to see the horrific photos of the little girl. They had immediately called police, and the police were on their way. When the police arrived I started to feel relief and hope that they would find the killer after discovering the little black book. The police couldn’t believe what they saw in the book and asked me why I went out there to the crime scene? I told them there was something in my gut telling me to and after that, the police were gladly happy to take the little black book in and continue to search for the killer.
By Jorditho5 years ago in Horror
Montgomery Homestead
Walking in the woods was just something I liked to do. The early morning autumn air was brisk, and the remnants of last night’s fog dribbled off the pine needles before the cold air could trap them in the tree till spring. I walked because I needed to be out. Away. This was likely my last chance before winter sets in and I become trapped in domesticity for months.
By Cody Ertman5 years ago in Horror
The Real Catch
Niccolo Vincenzo D’Napoli had recently arrived in New York City to start a new chapter of life in the United States. Nicco was a tall, dark sicilian man in his early twenties with chiseled features and shiny thick dark locks. He was the kind of guy who rarely struggled to talk to women and had the notches on his bedpost to prove it. A true hot blooded Italian, he was most looking forward to the new dating pool of American women that would surely be waiting for him when he landed in the Big Apple.
By Abbey R5 years ago in Horror
The Truth
This is a small piece of fan fic set in the world of ‘Monster Hunter International’ It is my hope that through fate, karma, people talking to him, bribery, sexual favors or whatever, Larry Correia would find his way this and give it a good read. I would love to get his input and insights. Of course to be able to team up with him to transform this fan fic to a real book and canon for that world that I do so enjoy reading about.
By Travis Jones5 years ago in Horror
For My Big Brother
March 3rd I always kind of hated my brother. Well, hate is a strong word. I just always hated how easy everything was for him. He’s two years older than me, but everything just comes so easily for him. In highschool, he was in ROTC, taking courses in criminal justice so he could get a leg up on his law enforcement career, and had a string of friends and girlfriends to make his highschool years amazing. He never seemed to study, always retained what he needed for tests, and finished his highschool years half a year early with a nearly perfect GPA. He didn't need to, he could have gone straight to the police academy, but he chose to join the Army for four years; saying it was his “duty to his country. He served as an MP and later as a base investigator for base related crimes. When he got out, he was practically ready to start police work already.
By Joshua Campbell5 years ago in Horror
Kindling. Top Story - March 2021.
Waking was akin to clawing his way through a tunnel of cobwebs only to break through a soggy layer of mildewed cardboard. That is to say; it was grossly unpleasant. His eyes were closed still, but he let the night seep into his ears. There were no sounds of cars on the nearby street, no late-night flights skimmed the roof. It must have been that mysterious time between bar close and when the city resumes its relentless hamster wheel cycle of a new day.
By J. Greenfield 5 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