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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.
Will I find Haley in Australia?
I’ve been working in this town for a long time. Not the job I wanted, but it was good enough. Building my way to the top. I ask no questions, keep my head down and eyes on the prize. Where they make the magic happen. It was wine night. The sky was turning dark purple and I was waiting for Haley, my new “work friend” to come over and talk over drinks. She is always the life of the party, a star. She got here and I put out some paperwork. We sat down in the dining room. She was nervous when she looked at me and said “Hey so I just met Tom C-” When she said the name Tom, I didn’t have to wait for her to say the full name. I immediately knew what she was going to say next. Her life was over. My eyes swelled up. Asked why I am sad, I had to say I was happy for her. I wasn’t. If I told her what she does not know yet, they will not have her. The people I work for. They would cut my supply off. Who am I without the supply? I had to tell her I have to run to the bathroom because I’m starting to get sinus pain. We hugged and departed, for the very last time. In the bathroom, I didn’t bother to lock the door, let alone completely shutting it. Looking at myself in the mirror, I think of this job and how hard it is, but there is a reason why I signed up for this job. I muttered, I said “Great job, you have brought another one off the cliff” As soon I said that, I heard a loud boom. I walked out of the bathroom startled, walked to the dining room, Haley had already left. Of course. I was walking to the front deck but I felt something crunch under my foot. It was a broken nail, and something else- skin?? What the hell is going on? I can’t think straight. Haley is always using cheap nail glue but not anymore. She will be having people doing her nails with some fancy nail glu-- “LORENZO!!” I heard Haley, she must be out front. She has never said my real name before. We all swore to Him not to ever say our birth name to another. But she did. She broke the oath. Now she will suffer. Something bad, a punishment. The front door was smashed open. I ran outside, my eyes touched Haley's eyes but then I didn’t see her anymore. She disappeared, fast. Only thing left of her was her shoes. I can’t identify or recognize what kind of fucking dissolution it was. It was like she burned into a speck of nothing. I see a gray duffel bag, with a little black book on top. A note attached to the book, I opened it. It reads “Step one completed. Our team is sending you good vibes. Please buy a ticket en route to Melbourne, VIC- now. Do not read the next page until you arrive at VIC” I am so confused, what happened to Haley? How the hell am I going to tell someone? Who the hell am I to even tell someone, let alone report an abduction. Or maybe it was a murder. I can’t even tell any cop about it. They fucking parties with the big cops. I do not know who to turn to. I just wanna open a bottle of wine. Scared and bewildered, I took out a cigarette to smoke but I found myself opening the black notebook again, turning to the next page. “Before you call Laura Hinney at this number, run over someone with a rental car” What? Then what? What the fuck? I dropped the notebook, and looked into the duffel bag. It was a heavy bag of $20,000.
By Chris Sandlin5 years ago in Horror
"Your turn"
Walking out of the coffee shop, still hazy and half-asleep. He had drunk too much over time for the caffeine to have any real effect, but the flavor was enough of a boost for him to at least open his eyes more fully. The man running towards him only half registering before his coffee was covering his chest.
By Alex Jones5 years ago in Horror
A Blessing and a Curse
When I was a small boy a strange man appeared in my town. I happened to be playing in the street – a game called kerbie where you throw the ball at the opposite kerb so that it bounces back to you. I was playing on my own, as I often did at that age, when I first noticed him. It was one of those evenings where all the boys who would usually be playing with me were busy with Scouts or elderly relatives or, in one case, a bout of chickenpox.
By Andrew Grace5 years ago in Horror
The Peculiar Jonathan Mathers
I had never been one to believe in the supernatural. If you had asked me weeks ago, heck if you had asked me even a day ago I would have confidently told you there was no such thing as ghosts or vampires. I used to laugh at horror movies that involved creatures that go bump in the night, but now I didn’t even know if I could watch horror movies ever again. And if I did I knew I would spend weeks afterwards wondering, which ones were real and which ones weren't.
By Paige Dawley5 years ago in Horror
Promising
The serenity in front of me was like an illusion, for I knew what lay behind. The waste and the death and the destruction. The inhumanity of it was astounding, and it not only possessed those who have avoided the final judgement, but infected many. The bizarre reflection of stories told prolifically in comics, books and movies in the years from my childhood, even before, till the event.
By Arjen Hulstra5 years ago in Horror
The Door
The feeling of relief vibrates through me for a brief moment. Followed by the feeling of excitement, accessibility, freedom. Then guilt. Could I really claim this? How could I not? If it wasn’t rightfully mine then why do I have it? That's what I tell myself, to justify my decisions going forward.
By suzana shrestha5 years ago in Horror
The Grimoire Of Golb
I was on the bus when I found it. It was the catalyst that changed everything. A year ago I was on the last bus from Renton to Downtown Seattle on the 101, I’d sit in the back of the bus so no one could sit behind me because it's a city, it was dangerous. I didn’t even notice it at first, not until I sat on it, there it was shoved between the seats, a little black moleskin journal. I removed it from between the cushions and ran my fingers over the face of the book and down the spine, appreciating the weight of it in my hands. I had always wanted one of these to write in, envious of all of the famous writers who owned one, jotting down inspirations for their next great novel in such an elegant yet simple book. I never afforded myself such a luxury item, only in my dreams. I took off my headphones allowing them to rest on my shoulders, then I removed the elastic band and opened it to the title page. It read “if found please call 206-555-5555, Reward of $20,000.”
By Abraxas Rodewald5 years ago in Horror
