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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.
A Beautiful Curse
A Beautiful Curse Bound by the book, bound by luck By Christopher Westmoreland The quiet dark room was more of a comfort than the troubled mind that had woken up in it honestly expected. Her mind had been filled with the visions of battles past. She had never really understood what it was to live with regret, fear, and guilt until after she came home. It wasn’t that she regretted going into the military. Far from it, she loved every minute she served, and she was proud to have served, but the things she had done while in service were the exact things that woke her in the middle of the while she screamed.
By Christopher Westmoreland5 years ago in Horror
This new life is for you
As Melanie looked at the ceiling, she took a deep breath in. She was going to the nearest village today and this was the only thing she was looking forward to. Mel was the designated first aider of the camp. Although she was only a nursing student when the apocalypse started, she had the most medical experience in their camp. Mel’s dad was the leader. He tried to give her one day of respite a week now the majority of the zombies had died off due to the winter that had hit. This was a relief to survivors but the threat was still real. The camp was simple yet effective. The sleeping quarters had canvas sides and wooden roofs with camp beds in and solar lamps hanging from sticks. Each house had trinkets from the residents previous lives which added a strange homely effect to the dull rooms. Most families stayed together but some teenagers had outgrown their family living arrangements. Mel, although 27, chose to stay with her dad, Keith. Her mother was killed in the beginning of the catastrophe as she was terminally ill and bed ridden. Kim was a caring woman and dedicated nurse, which is where Melanie found her own passion for nursing. Kim, whose life was withering away in front of her family's eyes, lit up the room and was the love of her father’s life. In a twisted way, Melanie liked thinking that she was no longer in pain. Hugo, or Hugs, had died protecting her. This was Hugs all over, selfless. He was barricading the doors and windows when he lost the battle and the house became overrun. He was a strapping 18-year-old who was an avid rugby player. Melanie often thought that his wild sense of humour would have been an amazing attribute in their new life. Melanie woke up from her day dream. She was sitting on her camp bed when Keith opened the entrance curtain.
By Carly Thompsett5 years ago in Horror
Hunting an Angel
After completing his internship, Bob Moraine enlisted in the Operative Division of the Special Intelligence Department. After six years of fighting for his country, he was shot in the hip and was honorably discharged. The veteran pension for his disability was a very small one, he thought angrily, looking at the bottle in front of him.
By Cristian Carstoiu5 years ago in Horror
Highway 90 Red
Highway 90 Red Rosalyn shut her notebook and looked up at the red spots on her t-shirt reflected in the glass of the window. It’s done, she thought before immediately reopening the notebook, crossing out some lines and scribbling others, then finally shutting it again and exhaling as she pushed it away. “Now it’s done.”
By Laura Aitken5 years ago in Horror
The Third Day
Clarence sits on the edge of the concrete embankment with his feet dangling over the rushing city runoff. The freeway bridge above him casts a monolithic shadow; an incessant whir of traffic pervades the morning air like an empty airwave. He breathes deeply in, and the humid chill bites at his lungs in retort. He coughs.
By Joshua Rice5 years ago in Horror
