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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.

Trial by Carpet
Sid squeezed the little ball of putty she kept on her office desk; she felt it squish between her fingers and smash between each knuckle. It was good stress relief, but sometimes when she looked at it she would get mad that its original brilliant yellow was faded and smudged with brown fingerprints; it would make her squish harder while the other hand straightened the note pads to be at a perfect ninety degree angle to her stapler.
By Amos Glade5 years ago in Horror
The Lady In Black
It was another cold, gloomy morning when John woke up early on a Monday to work at his nine-to-five job. He hated every single bit of working at this energy-consuming job but, he needed the money. His life was an ongoing cycle of waking up, going to work, and going back to sleep at night. His biggest wish is to get a large sum of money one day and buy whatever he wants. Despite this burden, he remains nonchalant.
By Gamael Jp5 years ago in Horror
The Lady and The Vagabond
It was after a long day of work and with tired feet that the Lady met him. She walked down the street while she listened to the music that played over her headphones, she didn't give much mind to anything at that point. Through the smooth flowing of the melodic notes she heard a voice that called to her.
By Guillermo Jatzek5 years ago in Horror
Shadow of Greed
Kiernan couldn’t say what compelled him to enter the confessional, he just knew he had nowhere else to turn. “Hello?” he asked, speaking to the strange partition between himself and what he hoped was salvation.
By Daniel Lobato5 years ago in Horror
The Tale of the Mysterious Fortune
Some people want fame…... Some want love…... Others want money… I just want to get out of this crappy job and survive this year. It’s the year 2021, we’re in the middle of a pandemic. The world is crumbling, people are crumbling…. I am crumbling. Every day I used to get up get dressed, speak to my nephews on their way to school and go to work. I had a perfect life, perfect writer job, perfect bachelorette pad. Then everything went wrong, and everyone got sick. Black-16 happened. They called it that because once you are infected with it everything starts to turn black everything but your skin that is. Starting with your eyes and lungs. Your eyes slowly go from white to a solid black and as your lungs turn black you cough up a strange odorless black liquid. Next, it spreads to the rest of your organs and this liquid comes spilling out of every orifice including pores. Lastly, you die from drowning in this black liquid. The illness is airborne and can be passed on by touch as well. Everyone in the world was so afraid of this disease that people started losing their jobs including me. Now I’m working this shotty department store job because everyone was scrambling for work and it’s the best thing I can get. I had to give up my house for a dinky hole in the wall because it is the only thing I can afford. I lost many family members, friends, …… the love of my life to this disease. It is a miracle that I have not gotten it yet. I pray every day that I don’t get it.
By Victoria Moore5 years ago in Horror
On Wings of Silver
“[Amelia and I] considered the plane she used as if it were a living creature. It was like a favorite pony. We said goodnight to it and petted its nose and almost fed it apples. The last plane…was the one we were especially attached to…”
By Sylvia Shults5 years ago in Horror
The Karma Book
There wasn't a single soul around young Dominic Carter. His youthful soft brown eyes, yet hardened tanned skin stared at the small stack of two-hundred crisp one-hundred-dollar bills. Flashes of memories from the days prior shook through his head. The strangers he met, the people he helped and hurt; there was a brief pause from his ever-racing mind. When was it his turn to see some type of good fortune? Was this little leather bound black notebook a curse or a blessing? He opened the small book again to the last entry.
By Anthony Diaz5 years ago in Horror
Room 502:
Brady Spelling heard his girlfriend's laughter somewhere in the underground tunnel, but the black of midnight blocked her from sight. He clicked on his flashlight and shivered.
By Heather Buchta5 years ago in Horror
The Song Remains
His name was Johnny Marshall, and he was the scariest guy I'd ever met. Not scary like an ax murderer or Boris Karloff or anything like that. This was more like the feeling you got when you looked at the yearbook pictures of those nurses Richard Speck killed, or a painting of a clown by John Wayne Gacy. It was a feeling of something that wasn't quite right, some lethal undercurrent just below the quiet sparkling surface of the ocean. It was sort of a brooding freakiness, like some low-level electric throbbing you could feel in the fillings of your teeth whenever you were around him. Mixed in with the weirdness was a melancholy resignation, a world-weary knowledge that showed in his eyes. It always seemed to me like he was waiting for something to happen in his life, and he had the sinking feeling that when it did happen, it wouldn't be anything good.
By Sylvia Shults5 years ago in Horror
BOUND.
Flash. There it was again. “One, two...” Flash. It was getting closer. I felt the air around me shift as the storm screamed with urgency above. Staying stiff, I steadied myself as I pushed my body against the tree at my back. The bark biting into my skin. It was a distraction opposing the crippling, burning acidity of fear that was creeping in my throat. With every short, sharp breath I pushed harder. I could hear footsteps nearing, heavily crushing the leaves as they approached. There was nowhere to go, I cried out to the night for the sagging branches of the willow tree to swallow me whole. A few moments passed as my racing heart began to calm. “Pull yourself together god damn it” I whispered to myself.
By Olivia Saffin5 years ago in Horror
Unbidden
February 29th, 2021, The black book in possession was bequeathed to Mary; Last Will and Testament of an estranged great uncle. Days earlier she had been ignorant about any surviving family members, both parents having died before she'd been born. Raised in a rural orphanage, the only real family Mary ever knew was her fiancé, Dimitri. Together, they coasted to a stop in their sedan up the drive of the isolated, seaside mansion.
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Horror
A death omen visits,
Sitting in my office, exhausted from a poor night’s sleep, I struggled to focus on the tasks at hand. Why am I dragging through the day’s business? That cup of coffee was no help at all. Maybe a second cup will get me jump started.
By Brooke Jackson5 years ago in Horror