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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.
The Final Bet
Chad Seivers sat at the cocktail table clutching his ticket in desperation. Perspiration beaded on his forehead and sweat made his hands clammy. He took a deep breath, trembling with anticipation. It all came down to this. A final bet. A final moment to be rid of all his demons. The announcer on the big screen TV called out the next few minutes as if he were talking directly to Chad.
By Josh Klein5 years ago in Horror
I, Henry Ballinger
To whoever finds this book, I beg of you to get rid of this as soon as possible. This book may seem like a dream come true but beware, everything comes at a price. I didn’t realize this until it was too late. I wrote this to try and warn people. If someone ever gives you anything from Madame Tchokasky’s shop, get rid of it immediately. Tear it, burn it, throw it to sea. However you see fit, just do it. Your future will thank you.
By Rockstar JEM5 years ago in Horror
Sabbatical
Sara and her mother were considering an opportunity. A seat was available at a prestigious seminar, and though it was across the country, it meant her mother could return for a year to her hometown on sabbatical. More importantly, it offered the possibility of peace from recent events in California, which, for their small family, and Sara’s mother in particular, provided a near-constant reminder of one tragedy or another.
By Patricia Choi5 years ago in Horror
WICKED LITTLE TOWN
CHAPTER ONE As I embed my fingertips into the keys on my laptop, I think about the year I encountered in a small, lonely grey dead-end town. My experience with this town was only a year, a year to realize there was only one way and that was turning the hell back.
By April Marie5 years ago in Horror
Paper Dolls
Rose you said to yourself that you needed the money, you can’t back out of this now. For fucks sake we are already in the driveway! My hand grips the letter tighter. I know this letter is my way out. Just do what it says. Spend the night in the house, gather evidence in the book and you will get your money. And you need this money. I grab my bag and walk towards the man that's been watching me hype myself up for the past 20 minutes. No doubt the one to lock me inside.
By Erica Novellino5 years ago in Horror
Some Things Never Rest in Peace
Chad Murray silently hated racial minority groups with all the violence in his being. Especially he loathed his father, a general contractor, for hiring day laborers that stood outside of a weathered home improvement store. Chad often thought to himself, what virtue is there for being such a soft touch such as his father, hiring illegals to work for him, to communicate with them in their foreign language and to live amongst them.
By Adrian Campos5 years ago in Horror
The Stranger and The Visionary
It was precisely five minutes past noon on a regular Wednesday when the stranger slid into the seat opposite her. The library was mostly empty, besides a few students huddled intimately together in one of the dimly lit corners, and she had an entire glorious table to herself. She cursed inwardly, choosing not to look up and encourage any kind of interaction. With so many other chairs available, the stranger had to have chosen hers for a reason, and she was not in the mood. Not after a week of cleaning the streets of bodies. Another category five was on the loose, and it was hungry.
By Emelia MacDonald5 years ago in Horror
Lost in the Foreign Realm
They didn’t want to leave us there, but they’d had to. The locals who took us to the place weren’t evil, nor by any sorts villains, however this circumstance bore no choice for them. Even our parents seemed then to understand, implored at distance from us as the two boats drifted amiss. The black and brown tour guides were humble and commiserative, as well, each of them reaching towards with sorrowful, outstretched arms, weeping and tragic. They mourned our passing there, bid us existential farewell into the exiled land lovingly, knowing something we didn’t know, perhaps why there wasn’t alternative for us to have nor beget.
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Horror
