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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 Woods
The Woods: Diana was a woman of means. Of course that translated to the fact that her late husband had been of means. Naturally the money he had went to his heir, but since young Nathan wouldn't be of age to enjoy his inheritance for sometime it fell to Diana to look after it.
By Christopher Westmoreland5 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Notebook
There is no escaping fate. It crept behind the living and consumed their every moment before it killed them. The mood was somber as we stood under umbrellas with rain battering against the black shields. The mournful cries of the family resounded in his ears but they were drowned out by the ringing in his ears. Donavan stood closest to the closed casket but he felt the furthest away. The priest had finished his speech what felt like ages ago and now stood silent with his eyes lingering on the casket. Donavan knew the priest had been close to his grandmother and cursed his parents for forcing the grieving man to say goodbye with the words of a god neither of them believed in.
By Savannah Bennett5 years ago in Horror
Hell Money
This was a complete waste of time! This guy is a total asshole! LOL. Crissy texts her best friend, Jennifer. Crissy, a plain looking, 28 year old blonde wearing a casual white dress, puts her phone back into her pocketbook. As her date, Matt, a 34 year old chiseled man, comes walking back to the table. He has a semi-muscular build and thick-styled beard. He’s covered in tattoos strategically obfuscated with a designer brand sweater and skinny jeans contrasting his bad boy demeanor
By Allan Sconza Jr.5 years ago in Horror
The Flower
The Flower By Mark J. Wilcoxen As Fallar desperately clung to the crumbling masonry he watched helplessly as his last remaining companion, his trusty pack mule Dall, fell back to the earth far below. With her loss he wasn't just alone, but severely under equipped, as the majority of his supplies descended down with the beast of burden. Fallar spared another moment watching Dall frantically kick and bray on her downward trip. He hoped her end was quick, the thought of her suffering due to his obsession caused a strong sense of guilt to flood him. Many of his own peers thought him mad for his quest. Not for the first time he considered them correct.
By Mark J. Wilcoxen 5 years ago in Horror
The Perilous Guide
I sat in my car watching the clock as it turned to 10:55 am. I took a deep breath and approached the old olive-green Victorian home that was recently restored into a bookstore. This was my first job after isolating myself for a few years. I lost all hope for my future and purpose, so I basically became a hermit to try and find myself again. I am different than most people. I struggle with social anxiety, know what others are thinking and feeling before ever speaking, and I like being alone. I pushed my long dark hair out of my face and headed up the stairs. I was nervous to say the least and could feel my heart pounding with every step. The familiar smell of books and coffee helped relax my nerves. I could hear my new boss, Emily, approaching as her heels clicked along the vintage hardwood floors. “Good morning, Raven!” She excitedly called out as she was making her way to me. “Good morning, Emily.” I repeated back to her. Her stunning silver dyed hair and green eyes would make her stand out in any crowd she was in. She showed me around the store and familiarized me with my day-to-day tasks. Make coffees for customers, dust the bookshelves, put books back in order, ring customers up, water the plants, and anything else I felt needed attention.
By Shadna Devine5 years ago in Horror
Papered Flames
Beads of sweat line my upper lip as I struggle to hang on to the cardboard box filled with plenty of well read novels I'd harbored over the years. I study my moms curvy handwriting along the top as I brace my arm against the old wooden door frame in an attempt to balance it on my knee. I could hear her voice now.
By Bailey Bush5 years ago in Horror
Elimination Game
“It’s finally over.” I think. My hands shaking involuntarily as the bloody knife falls from my grasp, the tip digging into the linoleum before clattering to the floor. I collapse to my knees, a mixture of relief and disgust washing over me. The shaking spreads out from my hands, engulfing my entire body. A laugh, sharp and crazed, rips its way from my chest. I run my hand through my hair, the blood matting my it to my scalp.
By Kevin Barkman5 years ago in Horror
Llegando
She’s gonna be late. She knew it. Even though she got up and out of the apartment thirty minutes earlier than normal, she still wasn't going to make it into the lecture hall before Dr. Watson finished his post-chapter review. She's been warned already this semester that tardiness would not be tolerated in this course. Yet here she was, getting ready to rack up her third such tardy in as many weeks. If only she had a few bucks, she'd stop and pick Dr. Watson up a doughnut. She was already late, so what harm could it have done? Oh well, she thought. The joys of being a poor college student.
By Maria Morales5 years ago in Horror
