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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.
MISDIRECTION
PART 1: SUICIDAL SWEATERS A sense of foreboding filled the room. There were no sounds, other than the leaking tap and the shrill sound of the sirens leaving the apartment block. The four remaining members of the Sweater family sat still in the room, along with their local priest and me. While they prayed silently to their god for the soul of Nero Sweater, I read over the words that were painted black along the lounge room wall once more: I felt that if I could only reach higher, I could touch the stars. This same statement painted nine times in each room of the apartment.
By Travis Berketa5 years ago in Horror
Ghosts of days long gone
The crunch of gravel and slamming car doors put Victoria on high alert. 'It should be the second room on the left, Annabelle,' a deep voice boomed. The scuffing of shoes brought her attention to the door, where a young girl ran into the room carrying a large box. Unceremoniously dumping it on the floor, Annabelle looked around and sniffed, displeased with the dated appearance of the room. Victoria gasped as Annabelle viciously pulled a large sheet of wallpaper off the wall, letting it fall in a crumpled pile on the floor, sending up clouds of dust. Victoria glared at the girl, her eyes turning icy… and the temperature of the room plummeted. She had only just arrived, and she was already destroying things… as expected. Annabelle shouted, "Mum fix the thermostat! It's freezing up here!". Rolling her eyes, Victoria turned, and with a swish of her long skirts, strode past the girl towards the hall, slamming the door behind her. She heard a yelp of fright and took pleasure at the thought of the girl's horrified face when the door appeared to shut of its own accord.
By Ciara McGregor5 years ago in Horror
Don't trust the shadows
There had been over two dozen sightings by late April. A tall, dark figure, just outside the corner of one's eye. The mere presence of a shadow. Reporters had mocked. The police had laughed. Those who claim they saw someone- something- were ridiculed and shunned. But everyone began to believe after the first body showed up.
By Ciara McGregor5 years ago in Horror
A Very Simple Man
A Very Simple Man By: Shawna Bennett Jack could feel his lungs begin to burn and his calf muscles were already cramping. He had gone out last night and stayed out a little to late. He blamed the sexy blonde who had captured his attention. He was a young stockbroker and prided himself on appearances. He wore well-tailored suits and kept his physical appearance well-toned. He didn’t jog every morning for pleasure, but because it was a requirement of the image he wanted to maintain. The blonde had been a pleasant distraction last night, but he regretted it this morning.
By Shawna McCord Bennett5 years ago in Horror
The clicking in the mirrors
From the beginning, they had warned her. In one of her earlier trips to the town, she had introduced herself, and shared her plans for the renovation of the mansion. The townsfolk had muttered to each other, shooting her worried looks. She had laughed, brushing away their concerns, summing it up to resisting change. she was not laughing now.
By Ciara McGregor5 years ago in Horror
Slender
Today I wake up in the middle of the night, sweat beading down my forehead, my body shaking. I was unable to recall what happened inside my dreams, but it wasn't pleasant. Slowly, I get up off the couch where I had fallen asleep and move into the quaint apartment kitchen. I pour a bowl of corn flakes and eat it dry, washing the last of it down with milk straight from the jug. I make my way to my room and change my clothes into ones that weren't damp with sweat, then, I go back to the couch and get comfortable again. Suddenly, my phone rings and I jump about five feet in the air and carefully pick up my ringing phone, then slide and wait for the familiar voice to come over the receiver. The voice I used to hear clearly everyday, but it doesn't come. It will never come again because she was gone. A heavy breathing comes through instead and then words muffled through hissing.
By Emma Stefanick5 years ago in Horror
Sato: Tragic Beginnings, Tragic Endings
Sato leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands around the back of his head while watching the number on the screen. His greatest success had been the genesis of an online currency wholly outside the reach of government’s grabby hands. For his efforts, he’d been rewarded handsomely. He rested easy this morning, mentally scratching his name into a personal ledger next to the number thirty-six billion. With a contented sigh, Sato took a sip of steaming coffee and closed his eyes. He could do anything now. Go anywhere with anyone he wanted. Like his creation, he was free from the restrictions of a overseer. He was rich and he was invisible. Twelve years working out the details of Bitcoin had finally clicked them into place. He had cracked it and delivered Bitcoin to the world. After years of mining the system, he finally had his prize.A ghost with the wallet of king.
By Benny Shlesinger5 years ago in Horror
Property of the Shadow Reaper
Monday, 7:00 a.m.: The University Campus The cool of the morning chills me to my bones as I step out the door of my flat. My breath turns into crystalized clouds. I clench my coat tight to my breast and head off to class. The sun is just barely starting to rise, peeking its head over the tip of the tree line, not yet kissing the snowy campus below. A thin fog lingers at my feet. It's not unusual for mornings to feel uneasy, but today feels particularly disconcerting.
By Emma Stefanick5 years ago in Horror
Sato: Tragic Beginnings, Tragic Endings
Sato leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands around the back of his head while watching the number on the screen. His greatest success had been the genesis of an online currency wholly outside the reach of the government's grabby hands. For his efforts, he’d been rewarded handsomely. He rested easy this morning, mentally scratching his name into a personal ledger next to the number thirty-six billion. With a contented sigh, Sato took a sip of steaming coffee and closed his eyes. He could do anything now. Go anywhere with anyone he wanted. Like his creation, he was free from the restrictions of an overseer. He was rich and he was invisible. Twelve years of working out the details of Bitcoin had finally clicked them into place. He had cracked it and delivered Bitcoin to the world. After years of mining the system, he finally had his prize. A ghost with the wallet of a king.
By Benny Shlesinger5 years ago in Horror
The woman and the book
Eric was out with his Friends partying one night as he had just gotten his dream job, working in the NYPD. His mate Jackson was hitting on lady’s like always “bro are you always gonna hit on girls” Eric asked “bro are you ever going to hit on a girl” Jackson asked they both laughed then Jackson’s phone started to ring “I’ll be back it’s your sister” he said as he walked away Eric yelled out “why is my sister calling you?” He was getting a drink when he saw her long legs black heels a red dress that showed her curves long chocolate brown hair down to her narrow hips her boobs were outlined by dress green eyes that lit up by the lights a smile that could stop time it was like she was the only one there.
By Krystal Hilda5 years ago in Horror
Running Toward Healing
A silhouette floated through Elise’s bedroom door, stopped above her bed, and hovered there. One of the silhouette’s hands pressed a knife against her chest. The blade’s tip tickled that perfect place – just to the left of the sternum and in between the fourth and fifth ribs. From here, the blade could ease itself – like a warm knife through butter – straight through her heart.
By Mark Bolanowski5 years ago in Horror
Into The Woods
My arms are weak. I'm in excruciating pain. I lift my hands off my lap to my face and touch something warm running down my left temple into my hair, dripping into my ear. The pain in my arms is more than I can bear, and I drop them back onto my lap. I've done my best to prop myself up on the armrest of the truck door. As I glance down at my fingers, the viscous fluid spreads across my skin, swollen and numb from the zip tie, making it difficult to escape. My sparkling white-gold wedding ring is no longer bright with life, but dull and red. My thumb rolls into the crimson blood, leaving a stain. The blood is mine.
By C.A. Conklin5 years ago in Horror
