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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 Walk in the Woods
I was so tired of sitting in the same couple of rooms in my house due to the Covid pandemic. When I was not working remote, I spent my time watching television or playing video games. I was all caught up watching the Cobra Kai series and had mastered my collection of Xbox games until my eyes hurt. I just needed to get away from the house, so when the weather looked warm enough, I took a day off of work for a three-day weekend, so I wouldn’t be staring at my laptop screen all day. I wanted to take a moment to get back to nature and take a hike for a few hours to get away from things as I had been so stressed lately.
By Shawn Berry5 years ago in Horror
Tempted
The now vacant, but still towering mansion looked even more neglected today, than in years past. My friends and I, we called ourselves “the boys”, were very familiar with the property. After all, we had walked past this stately old house many times over the years. It once had been a happy home filled with many children, and later, it had been converted to a parlor for those town people who had passed on, and still later, it had been renovated again. It was now a rooming house rented out as cheap housing for nomads and derelicts. He was the last lingering occupant.
By Everett James Marwood5 years ago in Horror
COUNT
There are four different liquor stores on Grand Avenue between 69th Street and Queens Blvd. Each one carries Old Dog bourbon for about the same price. About once a week Dante becomes a customer to one of these establishments on his way home from work. Which one he chooses is dependent on parking availability. The first one with an easy spot to pull into is the winner. If there are no spots near the first three, the final option, Lady Bea Liquors is located in front of the Q58 bus stop so although risking a summons, there will be a spot. The day Dante engages in this weekly act of consumerism is determined simply by his supply. When the bottle is finished, he buys another. Sometimes it is five days, sometimes seven and on particularly stressful or celebratory weeks it may be three.
By Frank Orlando5 years ago in Horror
The Black Book
I started my day like any other. Alarm goes off, hit snooze, fall back asleep, repeat. Per usual, I was running late for work. In a panic, I jump out of bed, throw on some pants while I brush my teeth, and slip on a beanie to hide my greasy, unwashed hair.
By Josh Lemons5 years ago in Horror
Vita et Mors
Emilia closed her eyes against the bright sun letting the rays heat her skin. Today was a beautiful day. The streets were bustling with people due to the upcoming parade. The weekend long celebration was in honor of the towns magical folklore that made it famous. It was during this time that all the vendors from the surrounding areas came to sell their wares. This was why she was here. Emilia wasn’t a wealthy individual, usually working double shifts at the diner to even be able to pay her bills. She always made it a priority to set some money aside for the festival the past two years. Coming to the market and buying something meaningful was something her and her grandmother always did together. The past two years have been rough without her.
By Jessica Herlihy5 years ago in Horror
Journey's End
Old timber stairs creaked under new weight. They had more visitors than expected today. Millie made her way up into Grandfather Jeffrey's old attic. The lights were on, but flickering, as if out of a horror film. She saw the shadow of a body outlined in the corner. It was her brother, Nathan.
By Shane Field5 years ago in Horror
