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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.
Squirrelled Away
The black fluffy tail tipped like a royal wave through a valley of snowdrifts. It would stop every couple of seconds and vibrate. Malaya squinted to see what was slowing the squirrel down. He was pulling and pushing something across the yard towards the woods and the tall oak tree beyond.
By W.S. Radhika5 years ago in Horror
The Black Notebook
Jennifer is a private detective. She usually does cases that are involved with identity thieves or robberies. Jennifer is very good at her job; she successfully solves just about every case that has been given to her. Unfortunately she doesn’t get a lot of clients, which leaves her unable to have luxuries most people have. She lives in an apartment building by a highway, and her house is also her office. She recently solved a difficult and stressful case that took a lot of time and energy, which left Jennifer loads of stress.
By Sarah Cole5 years ago in Horror
The little black book of...
It all started at my school called Agropat Middle School which was a pretty old school that smelt like the old ship, The Queen Mary. One day I was cleaning the outside of the lockers like always, and this boy named Jack and his obnoxious friends who bullys me like as always said, “Hey stinky!”, as he pushes me. “You're lucky, I won’t punch you today…” They all laugh as they walk away, chuckling their evil chuckle. At the corner of my eye, I noticed a mysterious man wearing a fancy black suit and he was also wearing a mysterious black mask. I followed this mysterious man and he suddenly stopped at a dead-end in our school hallway.
By Kallie Dalisay5 years ago in Horror
Descent into Nothingness
My house is freezing as usual and I shiver in the doorway of my dingy studio flat in Corydon, waiting for the lights to finish flickering after flipping the switch. I take in the peeling walls and the grimy fixtures that are caked in limescale and mould and sigh heavily before opening my humming fridge to grab a beer. I sit on my alcohol-stained sofa and begin my nightly ritual of mulling over how much I've failed since I came to London ten years ago. I was 21 years old and fresh out of university with big dreams of becoming a successful lawyer for a well-known city firm, but I soon realised that my limited intelligence that had scraped me through my law degree wasn’t enough to get me through my LPC. With my unrealistic dreams shattered, I began a life of minimum wage retail jobs that drained the essence of my soul more and more each day and drove me into a life of heavy drinking and regular eviction notices.
By Chloe Hardwick5 years ago in Horror
Don't Judge a Book by it's Moleskine Cover.
The first time he sinned he was five. Little Annie, worrying her plaits to distraction drops her ribbon in church. Ma had told her to stop fidgeting but her small fingers worked the hair loose during Psalm 36 while their mother’s eyes were fixed on the pulpit and her two children squirmed in the dust.
By Philosofemme.5 years ago in Horror
GOD MONEY
A guy named Rick was standing on the shady side of one of the city’s main streets, looking at the café across the road. The café was decent, surrounded by a premium bedding store, an elite perfumery, Cartier and luxury boutiques–it just had to here to fit in to attract an eye of the elegantly dressed attendees of such neighborhood.
By Anastasiia Trifan5 years ago in Horror
The Debt
The sun was high as the rays beat down on the little church on top of the hill. It was a steep incline to reach the church, but Adwoa always climbed and sat where she always sat, perched on the steps of the church her mother and father got married. She found solitude here, knowing that these steps once represented her parents’ strongest bond and even though her mother and father were no longer married and her father had only recently died, coming here was more important than ever.
By Irene Dawson Otoo 5 years ago in Horror
Brussels Vampire Society
Keziah, a magpie in little girl form, races recklessly over the cobblestones of the Flea Market in Les Marolles neighbourhood of Brussels. If the sidewalk has anything remotely interesting, shiny, glittery or fun to offer, it is brought immediately to her attention. Her deep brown eyes seem to contain some kind of sensor, that no metal detector could match. Her parents are used to it now, as her ragtag collection of discarded dolls, pretty marbles, and mismatched barrettes grow.
By Desta Haile5 years ago in Horror
