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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 Wishing Ledger
In the still of the night a person can sometimes find the greatest reflection. Choices of the past can creep back into your conscious. Forcing you to mull over the thought that maybe your life would have been different if only you did this, instead of that. Or how can I get rich so I don’t have to go to work tomorrow. All of these thoughts and more are rushing through my head as I walk quickly through the rain to get home.
By Vince Comegys-Davis5 years ago in Horror
Balancing the Book
Woodsville was the last place that James Smith imagined that he would make his home. One year ago, James lived in the city with his wife, Carol. He was a successful writer in a happy marriage. This happiness wasn't to last as a messy divorce turned his life upside down. James found himself alone and decided to move away from the big city for a quieter life in small town America.
By John Raybould5 years ago in Horror
Stained
A tough shift at work, too hot a day to enjoy, and not enough money in the bank. A normal day. But what wasn’t normal was this aching feeling in Danny’s belly. As he steps out of the grocery store’s front entrance, change of clothes in his bag, something gnaws at the lining of his stomach. He figures it’s just the heat getting to him, radiating off the asphalt and metal of the city’s bones and veins.
By Delgado Corcoran5 years ago in Horror
The Shadow Man
She sat upright in her hospital bed, avoiding death once again, Alice attempted to take her own life that night with a handful of pills and a bottle of rum, she decided it was not her time and told her mother what she had done and was rushed to the hospital that night. The man of the shadows stood at the end of her bed; he has no face, but she could feel his cold empty stare upon her. Alice rang for the nurse but by the time she arrived, the man in the shadows was gone. The nurse annoyed for being taken away from her task tapped her foot at Alice's bedside checking her vitals and told her to go back to sleep. Alice laid her head back down determined it was effect from what she had done earlier that day, but deep down she know that was a lie.
By Nicole Brooker 5 years ago in Horror
The Red Eyed Favor
The sodden paper sack holding her pathetic excuse for groceries almost fell from her slackening grip. Almost. She had eggs in there. Sure, she also had a bag of brown rice underneath the eggs, but she was so sick of rice. Beans had more protein, but rice was cheaper.
By Bria Chaffin5 years ago in Horror
Predator
Jonah watched her as she played one the playground transfixed by her and her beauty. He knew he had to have her and would do whatever he could to make it happen. He sat on the bench transfixed and fantasizing. His thoughts turning to past victims. He loved the hunt and the thrill of catching them and making them his. He loved it when they screamed and loved it even more when he took their dolls and put them in his trophy room.
By D. L. Scott5 years ago in Horror
Decatur Psalm
It’s a gothic, grotesque, ghastly thing, its exoskeleton the bright burgundy of a nosebleed, bleached, broken, bandaged with boards, barely standing on those spider-leg stilts stuck in the swamp, a storm of sandflies swirling around the structure. Benedetta and Patricia Andre open its door, hoping to find their missing sister, Jaslena, inside.
By Andrew Truong5 years ago in Horror
Easily Parted
You stare in horror at the scene in front of you. The screams from the old lady are a distant echo in your ears. It isn’t your fault. You know that. It isn’t your fault the man took one look at you and started screaming about how you were after him. It also isn’t your fault that he tripped on the little old lady’s yard equipment and impaled himself on the gardening hoe. You know that. You know that.
By Mariah Brinkworth5 years ago in Horror
Gauntlet
It seemed so simple, I thought as I waited. After I got laid off, I needed a quick infusion of money to keep the roof over my head. Unfortunately, the neighborhood was poor; there weren't any job openings. That seemed weird to me since the news had been reporting a lot of unexplained deaths frequently in the area. Surely, that must've opened some jobs, right?
By Adam Wallace5 years ago in Horror
The Dead of Night
I walked around for a bit trying to find some sort of sign to which way they could have possibly went. There were footprints everywhere in every direction. I sighed and thought to myself, “there has got to be something, somewhere”. Moments later, there was rustling coming from the bushes about eight feet from where I was standing. I quickly tucked myself behind the trunk of a tree. There was that uneasy, familiar feeling of something watching your every move, and it was just on the other side of that tree. I was too scared to peek just in case that might be the last thing I do. "You can do this... he could be looking for you", I whispered to myself as I took a deep breath. I tried building up the courage to see what it was, but my anxiety was way too high. The slow shuffling footsteps got closer, as leaves and twigs crunched underfoot. My heart was in my throat, it was getting hard to swallow. Finally, after a brief moment, I decided that it is either now or never. I grabbed the only thing I could find at the base of the tree and took another deep breath. With a rock in hand, I raised my arm and stepped out from behind the tree trunk. I instantly froze. stunned with what was standing in front of me. It was a lonely deer that was passing by. I slowly lowered my arm, hoping I would not scare it off. It stared at me so intensively and ready to bolt back into the bushes. Maybe it was trying to figure out if I was going to try and eat him like the rest of the 'humans' it came across. Taking one steady step to the side, my foot slipped off a root that was sticking out of the ground. The deer got spooked and took off farther into the woods. With a sigh of relief, I dropped the rock and continued to search the area for any clues on where or better yet, what happened to Damien and the rest of them. About an hour or so later, the heat from the sun was extraordinarily unbearable. I walked as far as I could until I felt a little dizzy from heat exhaustion. I had to stop and rest.
By Melissa Miskie5 years ago in Horror
