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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.

Orla the Owl
In the small town of Durrow, fixed three in a huddle were little owls, Paige, Orla and Puddle . Paige and Puddle were in quite a muddle, for mother hadn’t returned with so much as an earthworm. Through the cold blue winter, they called and cooed, wailed and wooed: But to nae, nae reciprocal, nae reply.
By Lorenzo P5 years ago in Horror
The End Code
It was all a blur at this point, her grandmother’s death, the funeral, the mourners going in and out of her childhood home and now the lawyer sitting across from her on the sofa, his words rambling together. “Your grandmother left everything to you.” He said his voice reassuring her that this is a good thing. Still in her heart she just wanted her grandmother back, everything else was just stuff. He continued: “The home, cars, savings and all of the belongings are yours, you will not have to worry about money for the rest of your life, that’s what your grandmother wanted.” His tone changed to a slight annoyance at her blank stare when he added… “I know it won’t bring her back but at least she made sure your days on earth would be spent in comfort.” It was obvious he was just doing his job and her mental breakdown would have to wait until the papers were signed. With that she snapped out of her grief trance and put her name on all the papers with the highlighted yellow marks. And thus, she was now the proud owner of her grandmother's hopes and dreams, her hard work, her earthly toil, her future interests, and her past investments. It was all signed over in an instant. Taking on a seeming life of it as its previous caretakers’ candle had been blown out by the winds of change.
By The Write of Passage 5 years ago in Horror
Spend It Wisely
Spend It Wisely “How would you like $20,000?” The homeless man threw his head back and laughed. “Sure thing buddy.”
By Devon Flynn5 years ago in Horror
That day
The sound of a bag being dropped doesn’t seem like something that should be burnt into a persons mind. Maybe if she knew the sound of the bag being dropped would haunt her for the rest of her life, then she would have thrown it into the cupboard with other old bags, or donated it, or left it at home. It only contained a few items, a bus pass, a small black notebook and a phone charger, enough items to make enough of a sound that would stick in her mind, like a super glue that reached all the edges of her brain.
By Katie Warden5 years ago in Horror
Odd’s Record
Two weeks ago I had the strangest dream and as my alarm beckoned me awake, I saw a cat’s paw swinging slow, then faster, and faster, until it pinned a mouse. It was unsettling and the irony is that I didn’t know it then, but that was the day my outlook on life would begin it’s at first slow turning until reaching terminal velocity today when I suddenly find myself with an unbelievably different perspective. But back to THAT morning… another mercilessly cold day in a city I’d grown to despise. I could already envision my breath wafting away in frozen plumes. I grudgingly arose to the same rut I had been trudging through for years.
By Samantha Lefebvre5 years ago in Horror
Greed
It was rumored that those that came into contact with the little black notebook obtained money in a mysterious manner. The amounts were at random, some received $1,000 and others received up to $10,000. It was impossible to predict the amount an individual would get and only five people in total were known to have found the book. Some thought the book was cursed. The last person who had found the book, fisherman George Stokes, had received $5,000 inside of a fish that had been caught in his fishing net. That same night he disappeared and was never found. While I was in need of money because I had lost my job two days ago and was now behind on my rent, I wasn’t desperate enough to put my life on the line to get an amount of money that could end up being only $10.
By Priscilla Villanueva5 years ago in Horror
Half-Past Three or Four O'clock
A small journal with sinuous covers carved from an ancient ebony tree remains my father’s final gift to me. The book is marvelous, the purest black I have ever seen. A gorgeous spiral snakes through both covers, like a suture, binding it together. Beneath them are layers of gold-leafed paper which, like brittle Winter leaves, crinkle when touched. They feel like old skin, and calluses. He gave me this nearly two decades ago when, after being missing for weeks, he appeared in a strange manner at my bedside. Nobody knew where he went and, truthfully, I did not miss him. Yet, there he was, middle of the night, unbidden and lingering in my bedroom doorway. He smelled awful. I remember his bag, a raggedy old thing, and how he reached into its mouth to remove a book whose appearance was antithetical to his own. He asked me to write in it.
By Suzumiya5 years ago in Horror
Family Legacy
“Your mother had a stroke.” Those words changed my life, maybe not for the better, but they changed quite a bit. Instead of finishing the semester and getting my degree, I went home to take care of my mother. The stroke left her unable to walk, to talk, and so I had to help her do everything. I was willing to do it at first, we never had the best relationship, but she was my mother so I owed it to her.
By Corie 5 years ago in Horror
The Ledger
Thomas stared at the menacing blade in his hand. It ran with long streams of blood that dripped onto the floor and drummed a tale of what he had just done. He hadn't intended it to go as it did, but he imagined that many killers started this way; semi-accidentally. The victim hadn't seen it coming, and honestly, neither had he. The corpse on the floor was going to happen eventually, he just didn't plan on it being today.
By Luke Hansen5 years ago in Horror
Drainage Problems
Jane Lowell first fell in love with the wraparound porch that could have been teleported out of a magazine for house hunters. Her husband George was less impressed, but he squeezed her shoulder encouragingly, quiet in all things—except for the eventual price tag. But Jane fought for her four-bedroom dream with its idyllic suburban glow and the promising school district that mothers everywhere would have said was a must.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Horror
Apocalypso
“a curse is a curious thing.” //apotheosis// Once upon a lightless morning, an anubis rolls from slumber in a forest far from the land it calls home. Almost a thousand years of dreaming have allowed once fresh battle wounds to heal into scars. The beast stretches its muscles and pricks up his daggered ears. At full height the age-old predator would loom between three and four meters tall. Before sensing the present danger, a farmer’s scythe severs the god’s head from its ziggy. All this happened; all the names have been changed.
By 雷5 years ago in Horror
LUCIFERCO.
There was 20,000 dollars in the account. His nose wrinkled in confusion at the sight of the tiny, life changing pixels on the screen, mouth dropping wide open as he counted the numbers again, two, three, four times.
By J. Sgnt5 years ago in Horror