fiction

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.

Ravaged by Wild Beasts Underground
I held my flashlight in one hand, and in my other, a small satchel. It was pretty dark, and sneaking into the cemetery at night was not what I wanted to be doing on a Friday night. My father was the caretaker of the place. So, now I have to go down to one of these crypts and get the tools he left there earlier.
By Jezebel Rose5 years ago in Horror
The Last Diary of Dorian Page
A cool September wind blew across the lake from the north, stirring the autumnal leaves and sending them cascading to the ground. The disordered tides of orange and red, danced across the moonlit yard, meeting in mockery of the many brooks that could be found draining back into the dark waters that flanked the property on three sides. Alexander watched them idly for a moment, as they seethed across the yard. He looked on as they met in eddies before the wind changed direction again, disturbing the momentary harmony, and inspiring yet another configuration. The current breeze was merely the vanguard of the harsh polar winds that would fall upon the landscape in the weeks to come, and the moonlight dance of the leaves would soon come to an end. Buried beneath snow drifts that would linger for 5 months or more, in this northern part of the country.
By Shyler5 years ago in Horror
Fortune
“So you mean I just tell you my wishes and you make it happen?” I asked. “Not quite,” he replied with a voice smooth as silk and as sticky as honey.
By Kahli K5 years ago in Horror
Who's Playing Who?
It was a cold rainy day, but Sam’s dog wanted to take a walk like she always did. Sam jogged alongside Biscuit hoping she would get tired of the cold and rain quickly so they could go home. As they hit the edge of the park where the dense trees started, Biscuit started to slow down giving Sam some hope of returning to the warm dry car not too far off.
By Amanda Castelli5 years ago in Horror
Black Hope
It's beautiful. In a world so dark, it was strangely beautiful. Each night he would read to me. I could sense his passion for this Book, the beauty behind the word he would speak and its emotional connection to him. This book seemed like it was passed on by someone he loved very much.
By Bogdan Gheorghita5 years ago in Horror
He Gave Me All He Had
Money was not the usual cost of my services. I've never had much use for money, so I rarely take on jobs where the only reward is pigeon feed. I'm far more interested in bigger prizes, more fascinating things. Things that make your heart pump harder and your skin break out in a cool sweat of anticipation and fear.
By Wren5 years ago in Horror
Tischa May
Tischa May was a lady who sat like a lady. At this very moment, she was sitting with her back of the straightest order, more upright than even the walls of the room. Her bottom did not touch the back of the lounge chair on which she sat, so that it rested just shy of the edge of it, just shy of falling straight off it. If someone pulled that lounging chair away from Tischa May’s bottom, she could-not would-not topple onto the floor space. No, her legs indeed could-not would-not budge one centimeter — they would stay put in the most perfect of right angles, as if still propped up by the chair.
By Francesca Alster5 years ago in Horror
Black Forest
"That $20,000 won't be enough." I couldn't help sighing to myself. Standing by the gate of what felt like a five mile driveway, I was staring down my inheritance with nothing short of discontent.
By Ellie Crick5 years ago in Horror
CASHLIFE, a Dark Web Game Show
The splash screen displayed the game show's logo, bright yellow over a gradient blend of hot pinks, neon purples, and deep blues. Through the computer speakers aired a song as colorful as its visual accompaniment, synthetic and cheery and energetic, with a sort of 80's action movie vibe, the beat rowed forward quickly by a choppy guitar riff on one oar and a vibrant, powerful drumbeat on the other.
By Matt Terzi5 years ago in Horror
My Sister's Keeper
After four years, I presumed that The ORC stopped looking for me, but when I bolted up from my bed, chest heaving and eyes burning red, I immediately thought the worst.
By P. Rose5 years ago in Horror
Little Black Will
Who would even leave a dollar for the reaper? Bad PR aside even ferrymen make a better living, a greater insult to grim than the devil’s mounds of fiery gold given freely by Satanic worshippers. If bones required any upkeep then nobody would last long in the job that needed no body. Is the occasional dry clean for the uniform of black robes too much to ask? Something to distract from the monotony of the vocation. Of course people die in interesting ways, but people die in interesting ways all the time. Only a week of finding cadavers with pants around their ankles and belts around their necks, or the geriatric orgies that left behind mounds of feeble hearted bodies, and the comedy of those sights was gone. Black comedy, just the way grim likes it.
By Cameron Lang5 years ago in Horror
Lost Things
It’s amazing what people can lose, isn’t it? Just walking around I found; a bike helmet, a mountain of singular shoes, pets wandering on their own...I think that gives the picture. Normally I ignore those listed things, but when it comes to books I have a bit of a soft spot.
By Courtney Durham5 years ago in Horror