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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.
Of The Blue And Red Order
“You should’ve taken him to the hospital instead of just calling me Joel” Emanuel said. He was sitting on a chair next to a battered older man laying on the couch whose shirt and pants were ripped from the obvious beating he took. His face was starting to swell and turn black, and Emanuel was having a tough time keeping the cuts on his face closed with just stretch bandages. “I’m going to have to stitch some of these wounds up.”
By Jason Morris5 years ago in Horror
The Book Of Brooke
Book of Brooke "Learning to live and breathe without control." By Marquis Jones Jr. Introduction Today you will go into the world of Brooke, one of control, power, and corruption be a part of the Brooke family's journey that represents success, power, and control. Come along and uncover the Brooke family's dark history and how they founded their success due to a little black book.
By TheeOfficial Marquis5 years ago in Horror
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
People always warn me of walking alone at night, but it's one of the few moments I feel like myself. All-day situations break you down. You must keep up your fake customer service front, do good things for people who don't deserve it, and pretend you don't hurt when they yell at you. Don't forget to smile at the creepy condescending men so they leave you a tip and won't write a bad Yelp review about you. The night is my solitude so it's the risk I'm willing to take. I rarely, if ever, see a soul anyway.
By Jade Webber5 years ago in Horror
Spent
It had been three months since Lam’s fiance, Alexei, left him. She described him as pompous and greedy, not to mention his spending habits had cost them their downtown studio apartment. Lam’s lavish taste had cost almost all of Alexei’s paychecks and that was the last straw. Lam’s life had devolved into living alone in a tiny single room apartment on the outskirts of town living off imitation crab and french toast sticks. Although Lam had a roof over his head and a fairly nice and warm place to stay, he thought the apartment depressing and that he had nothing left. Gone were the days of squandering money, buying the trendiest shoes, fine dining every night, and a sleep number bed.
By Bitter Critter5 years ago in Horror
Phantom of the Swamp
I can remember the day vividly, although, I was just a small child. I was riding with my grandfather in his old 1965 Ford pickup truck, as we went down to the river bridge on Highway 15 North. Shortly before, my grandfather had received a call about Will Jackson's boat being found empty on the river. Local authorities were at the river preparing to drag the river bend at Yates Crossing for Will's body.
By Daniel Skipper5 years ago in Horror
Hello. My name is Dave.
He snapped another pen. The simple ritual prevented the annoying trial and error of trying to write with a husk. It dropped to the floor, paper-ridden with overdue bills and red tape and blackmail. Well, that’s probably what it all was. Nothing like that mattered anymore. He was hunched over, sitting under someone’s desk in a dusty abandoned office, hacking away at a safe. He grabbed another pen from his backpack side pocket instinctively; furthering his scribbles of tried combinations in the Sudoku puzzle book he finished last year. "Thank God I found you," he said to the combination safe. His mind was starting to wander too easily throughout the weeks. Or months. Room was running out on the number filled pages from all the failed sequences. He thought that maybe he should try the largest numbers and work backwards; meet in the middle. But he decided against it. After his typical three hundred attempts, he stood, and packed his things. "You'll open eventually."
By Chandler Olof5 years ago in Horror
I'm a Programmer
I’m a programmer, and I don’t think what happened to me should even be possible. The events in this story happened a few years ago yet I only feel comfortable sharing them now. I honestly don’t know if it’s safe for me to disclose any of this, but I’ve been driven to the brink of insanity keeping it bottled up. First, there are some things you need to know about me. Oftentimes, I will go days without sleep just to meet a deadline after excessive amounts of procrastination. I don’t do drugs or anything like that to stay awake, I mostly just consume heart attack inducing amounts of caffeine. Programming pay is amazing and I don’t really have to deal with people in person. I never quite got the point of forming meaningful relationships, which took a real toll on my social skills. The realization hit me as a kid that I never wanted to team up with my peers to do projects, it just seemed pointless when I could do it all myself. When I found out about programming at 13, I knew it was my cup of tea. At the time, computer programming was much more challenging to get into, but I managed. I am now making more money than both my parents combined and am living in a nice place in blissful solitude. Unfortunately, anything good that has ever happened to me, always seems to have a whiplash effect. This was no different, and it all started with a damn email. I have multiple work emails. One is specifically designated for receiving requests. Another, is for receiving payments. The third business email address is meant for high end clients. Now, not many people have my high end email. I only really check it once a week to make sure my bot is properly filtering any spam and removing my address from whatever rosters managed to get a hold of it. On average, I get one email every two months or so. I can't stress enough just how few people have this email address. When I received notification on my phone of a new message at my high end email, it wasn’t too surprising since it had been a few months since my last one. I figured it was a returning client looking for a new program. The message itself seemed legit enough, “Dear Mr. Riley, I am reaching out to you after receiving a recommendation from REDACTED,” I cut the name out for confidentiality, “It is our understanding that you specialize in complex and unique programming and for the right price, are able to do special, one of a kind projects. Enclosed, is a description of an SFTP client that does not rely on the internet. We ask that you please thoroughly read the file enclosed containing the detailed description for how we need the program to function, as well as a cash compensation offer. Confidentiality is of the utmost importance and critical for you to maintain in order to receive full compensation. If you are to accept this offer, half of the money will be sent to your account within seconds. If you do not fulfil your end of the deal, charges, fines and additional fees will be charged to your account exceeding the amount of the first half of compensation. (Penalties, resulting from your accepting a task you are not capable of.) If this offer is not accepted within the hour, it will be null and void . Have a wonderful day.”
By 4Shot Pastas5 years ago in Horror
Twelve O' Three
Gracie was never the type of girl who found herself admiring the Disney princesses, but she did find herself sympathizing with Bell from “Beauty and the Beast” more than she’d ever admit. Gracie saw how misunderstood Bell was for being the only girl in town who strived to get an education and how powerful her love for books was, and felt as though she could relate to what she was going through since in her own small town of Rogersville Tennessee, she was one of few girls her age with a passion to expand her horizons past getting a day job at Red Dogg on Main. She was captivated by Bell’s ability to become fully immersed in her books. Gracie connected to Bell’s ability to escape her small town, even just for a little while, to the places in which she yearned for.
By Brandi Harden5 years ago in Horror
