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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.

West Coast Homecoming
Sam turned right, off the pavement and onto a dirt road. The car began to bump along with the potholes, grass grew in the road, and branches scratched the windows. Sam wondered if access would be restricted now, trying to remember that last time they were there. But, as the trees thinned, Sam knew that not everything had changed.
By Harper Wellman5 years ago in Horror
Winner.
Winner. 1.0 Coke Fucking wine more fucking wine I needed more fucking wine I could handle my drink but I couldnt believe I was sitting in a room with elites that truly felt as though they were above the average local because they wore jimmy choos instead of D.S.W. I glanced across the room and saw a young women waitress beautiful red hair fiery added color to the white cold room filled with minimalist art, if you even consider this fucking shit art. I understood that art was subjective but drawing strokes up and down a canvas and slapping paint over it while your coked out in your 5th ave rental, doesn't suddenly make you Salvador Dali it makes you Augie with daddys trust fund bored and able to do whatever the fuck he wants. Kill me now. She stood there with the yellow liquid pacing around asking guests if they wanted a cup. Ma’am i'll take three I need to get drunk, I thought to myself.
By Est German5 years ago in Horror
Dark Child
He was quite confident with the decision he made on the cabin. It was small, settled into the densest nook of the woods, had running water, electricity (most of the time), and a village near enough to sell his catch of the day when he needed cash. The brick was overrun with moss, and yes most of the doors and windows were falling apart, but he needed something to fill his days anyways. He could easily see himself spending his time by the brook for hours on end, reeling in the bountiful trout and the sounds of hammering and brush strokes narrating his days. Hm. Spending time. It is certainly a currency, and it's one he has gambled and found himself in debt with. This was a way to burn through even more of it, but at least this time he was in nature and pandering around with his own mind and earth’s fruits.
By Hadassah 5 years ago in Horror
The UNlucky Day
Charlotte narrowed her eyes at the home improvement project in front of her. Knocking down this one dining room wall would give her a much needed larger living room. She didn't really need a dining room anyway. To her, a dining room meant family holidays and gatherings. She was pretty sure it was going to be nothing but sitcoms and TV dinners for her for awhile. He told her she could keep everything. All he wanted was his freedom to marry her instead.
By Janel 5 years ago in Horror
Fortune
She blinked. She had been born Samantha Elisabeth McTaggart but her friends just called her Sapphire. She was a smart, enthusiastic and clever little girl, or at least that’s what the adults always said when her friends came over to play. So that was why it came as no surprise to Samantha, that she now held the most valuable book in the world in her hands. It didn’t look like much but she knew better, it was often the least inconspicuous objects that held the most worth.
By Michael Gulyas5 years ago in Horror
Yours alone to enjoy
Johnny Whitmore had the priest dead to rights, framed up nicely in the iron sights of his model 1873 Winchester rifle. The ache in Whitmore’s body from lying prone for two hours in wait was almost unbearable. He was getting old - A few years ago he wouldn’t have even thought twice about setting up an ambush like this.
By Dave Tilgner5 years ago in Horror
The numbers
Typical night shift in a Warehouse. Another groundhog day of returns processing. It is not too bad, not too bad, I keep repeating myself. The money is decent, the job itself is easy and not stressful. Let's face it, even not in the pandemic, with my strong Polish accent and shyness, I do not have many amazing options.
By Ola Cebula5 years ago in Horror
Huron Shores, Michigan Evenings
I She sat on one of four benches at the Soda Bar, bathing in the first night’s dusk, her eyes between the fading waters and a hardcover of Franny and Zooey. The rightmost bluff began where the parking lot ended, choked by wildflowers and dipping toward the connecting Great Lakes that could have each been oceans.
By Calvin Spears5 years ago in Horror
The Eyes of the North
I could hear the ice breaking over the hulls of the Great Lakes freighters from 30 miles away. When they got stuck, Coast Guard cutters tried to get them out but even they were not designed for the punishment of this historic winter. One massive ship became completely entrapped and when the crew had eaten all the food on board, an 18-wheeler drove 30 miles out across the solid ice to restock them.
By Hank Erwin5 years ago in Horror
The Contract
Gregory James Martin is a man of great wealth. He has it all; money, boats, fast cars, and fast women. But, like most things in life, it doesn't last forever.
By Blayed Dillon Smith5 years ago in Horror
Immortal Memoriam
Lights, blinding and fuzzy, strobed around Agent Lewis Neal’s brain. Throbbing and flashing images kept time. Disoriented and in pain, Neal tried to make sense of where he was, what he was seeing. Fiery pain made concentration nearly impossible. Still, he tried, somehow knowing the only way out was to puzzle together what came before.
By Jenny Mayfield5 years ago in Horror
Our Little Secret
“I had a weird dream last night.” Marian said. “I woke up, but I was still dreaming… I hallucinated that a serial killer was fondling me, but when I came to, it was just Lucky, resting his paws on my chest.”
By Jared Greenberg5 years ago in Horror