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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.
The Little Black Book
She never even knew. Suspected, especially when a group of well-dressed professionals would show up at the places where she had worked and saw them conversing with the manager. Their private meetings she found suspicious. But, much like the gnawing feeling that something just wasn’t right would pulse throughout her body, at times everywhere she went, she would just brush it off. She would tell herself to stop worrying, that she was just on edge, paranoid. If she only knew, maybe her life would’ve been much different. She never knew though, how could she? Her gut knew, it was screaming at her all along. But she tried to quiet it. She didn’t know how to listen.
By Crystal R. Hartman5 years ago in Horror
The Black Lake & The Willow Tree
My gaze melted into the black lake and was thrown back twenty years to the event that changed the course of my life. Freezing water enveloped me, hugging me tight, and an unusually strong current had dragged me deep below the surface.
By Kassidy Lyla5 years ago in Horror
Animus
I suppose he grew fond of me in the end, though I swear I did not invite the old mans trust through ill intent. He was rich and alone, and I too was the latter, and though I understand that admitting it paints a somewhat seedy perception upon my association to him, I certainly was not rich. It had come to my attention that the old man had no family, no friends, and scarcely an associate with which to share the last few months of his life, and my heart ached on his behalf. This information was slipped to me by a nurse compelled to share due to my “kind face”, who had visited the factory in which I worked and the old man owned after he’d had something of a funny turn. It only took a glance upon his haggard face with its cheeks as pale and gaunt as chalk cliffs, for me to determine that his personal hourglass was emptying out its last few grains of sand.
By Chloe Carter5 years ago in Horror
Hidden Secrets
My story begins at the end of a long draught. After a summer of heatwaves and 90 degree pools that did little to cool you off, a cold front was headed straight for town, to everyone’s relief. Lying under the ceiling fan, I waited for the sound of the neighbour’s lawnmower to stir the rest of the room awake.
By Gabrielle Blair5 years ago in Horror
Adelicia
The crisp wind prickled August's face as his mare galloped quickly around the trail of trees. Veiled under the twinkling night sky, he hastened hoping the resonating moon would not give away hints of his swift-moving shadow. The eyes of catchers where everywhere; sent to spy the underground paths.
By Sheena Vaught5 years ago in Horror
Of Books and Friendships
So living in Atlanta,GA are three best friends Emory,Indayah,and Mack/Mckenzie in their world friendship is the most important thing to them they make sure it's built on loyalty and trust until one day Emory's mom keep pestering her about cleaning the basement, so she finally gets the courage to do so with the help of her two best friends while their cleaning the basement they all discover something, a black book at that and what it holds leaves them shocked. That's when they all start to notice over this huge thing their friendships are starting to distance and trust is being questioned. In this friendship only one will be left standing, the one who trades on her best friends will end up in jail, and one will experience death maybe but it's all up to the best friends to get it together.
By Zyneshia Holder5 years ago in Horror
Names
Michael went to the fridge, and no surprise, it was empty. Staring into its depths, wondering, what he could make with the random opened jars and to-go containers of smelly, nearly outdated food. He switched to the freezer, even worse. He grabbed a bottle of water and sat in his worn, crumb and dog hair encrusted recliner. Opening up the water and taking a swig, he thought, this place is such a dump. Stains on the carpet, dried food and spills on the linoleum made his feet stick with every step. How was he going to get out of here? Damn, the rent was due Monday. He turned on the tv. Flipped through the crap of channels that he could get with the antenna. Which was like eight! Looked around frustrated and disappointed. Turned the tv off and just tossed the remote away randomly to the floor. The place smelled like dog crap. He kind of wished he didn’t kick the dog out to fend for itself, then he would at least have someone to talk to, but there wasn’t any food to give it anyways. He slid out of his two-day old boxer briefs and got in the shower. Soap was empty. “DAMN IT!” He filled the bottle with a little water and got the remaining suds out and onto his face, just enough to get that ick off. “Man! What a crappy day! What a crappy week!” He yelled throwing open the shower curtain, which fell and nearly tripped him. He fumbled with it and then slammed it to the wet floor stomping out he slipped a little bit but caught himself, “Gawd!” He wrapped a dinghy towel around his waist that he yanked up from the floor and then flung himself onto the bed. Dripping wet the sheet stuck to him like an old band aid that had been there for a week and was about to fall off. He stared at the ceiling in a daze, the fans’ slow rotation drew him deeper into thought like being hypnotized. He let out a painful scream tensing every muscle in his body. “AAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Then slinking back into silence, a single tear rolled down his face and into his ear.
By Ronald Roberts5 years ago in Horror
