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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.
Lampago Part I
In a spartan, yet squalid living room of a spartan, yet squalid apartment, a cat poked its head through a gap in the cardboard-sealed window. It oozed onto the filthy yet barren floor, silently skittered towards a duct-tape upholstered couch, and leaped up onto it. The liquid animal seeped in between duct-taped cushions, and disappeared. Behind that miserable, tape-mummified couch in that miserable living room was a door leading to a miserably small bedroom.
Stanton FinkPublished 6 years ago in HorrorThe Worst Days of My Life
Day One: The Note Once a year on the cool, dark, and early morning of September, Alyssa would stand there listen to the wind whistling in her ear. Today was the anniversary of the death of her parents, it's been six years since she had last seen and spoke to them. Ever since she was ten, she lived with her grandparents. Her grandfather, who fought in the war, and her grandmother, who was a nurse during the war. Over the years she had lived with them, on top of the hill, in the mountains. She learned things like combat moves and how to make medicines and herbs.
Breanna CaldwellPublished 6 years ago in HorrorThe Long Way Home
I turn slowly to look around the tree trunk in the hopes to catch a glimpse of what it is. Also to see where exactly it's looking. In the event I need to make an escape, I know where not to run. My hand starts to shake a bit. My nerves are trying to get the best of me. Trying to, ever so slightly, move as to not give away my position to this thing. Eyes wide open, I finally see the creature making the noise.
Melissa Ann WrightPublished 6 years ago in HorrorThe Highway
The cold was intense. The rain fell with a brutal force against the dark, slick highway that didn’t contain many street lamps. A dark-skinned girl—petite and strong—walked along the highway. Her clothes were soaked with blood and rain, and shredded as if she’d been mauled by something with large claws. The speed that she moved could be compared to that of a snail or turtle. Through the bullets of rain, an old yellow light shone brightly from behind her, making her curvy, shadowy silhouette a moving shadow as it approached fast.
Kris WalkerPublished 6 years ago in HorrorPilgrimage of the Wasteland
A man awoke in a dizzying haze on a hard, chalky, bleached white, ground and saw everything in a bright blur before his vision came back. He felt the hot sun beating down on him which was the only thing he could see that was wholly familiar. Everywhere else he looked was nothing but a vast rolling landscape of white that reflected the brightly burning light of the sun into his eyes.
Elijah TroubaPublished 6 years ago in HorrorGhosts of Christmas Present: 5 Chilling Tales to Keep You Up This Christmas. Pt 1
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house chilling stories I've gathered for you to be rattled but if you rather be startled and scattered with fright, stay tuned and read the next 5 stories Clause are surely ready to give you a frightened delight.
Rain- Screaming for HorrorPublished 6 years ago in HorrorInception
I couldn't take it anymore! The sounds and cries of my sister being tortured in the next room made me die over and over inside.
Sleep
I was woken up by light. I couldn’t see anything. All I could see was this white light around me. I was barely able to keep my eyes open. The light was so bright, it hurt my eyes. I had to keep them shielded.
Go Vegan
As a child I was always given meat. I had no control of what I would eat. My father would always have his steak on a Saturday, Mother would cook it in the frying pan for him and fill up the house with the smell. Years went by meat, meat, meat. Now in my second year of college, I met a girl. She was a Vegan; she hadn’t ever eaten meat or anything that had come from an animal. She loved all creatures, even bugs. What surprised me most was she was a fan of wasps. No one is a fan of wasps. This should have been the first sign that she was odd. She would tell me as we studied how meat was murder and how the smell of cooked meat made her sick to the stomach. Meat had never bothered me. I loved the smell of cooked bacon. The joys of getting a kebab from the take away after a night out from college was the best way to end the night.
Lawrence WaltersPublished 6 years ago in HorrorDreamer Chapter 4
The soldiers normally separate into two smaller teams, Josh, Eve, Max on one team and Nicole, Chris, and Joe on the other. However, this time they stayed as one group and headed onward. They would check out the city itself tomorrow but they wanted to secure and set up the base first.
Rebecca LarecePublished 6 years ago in HorrorBlink...Blink...Blink
Blink...Blink...Blink. It was a warm but almost pitch black night when Oscar saw it; a series of flashes, seeming to come from a single source across from his apartment window. At first he ignored it and just tried to enjoy the silence, but after a long while, the blinking had not ceased. He tried yelling at whoever was flashing him, but got the same blinks of light in response. After another minute or so of inspecting the blinks, he noticed they were appearing in a pattern. After a long series of spaced out flashes of light, there would be a two second pause and the series would repeat. After trying to decipher the code of blinks for about five minutes, he realized what it was. It was morse code! The only problem is that he didn’t speak, or in this context, read morse code. However, his phone did! Pulling the device out of his pocket, he read the time: 3:25 AM. After a quick search, he found a picture of the alphabet in morse. After the blinking once again began to repeat, he started translating. He had to frequently shift his view up and back down, as he hadn’t yet memorized the alphabet or the flashes. The first group of blinks: h, the second group of blinks: e, the third group of blinks: l, the fourth group of blinks: p, the fifth group: m. Before he could translate any further, the blinking stopped. He then heard a scream come from the source of the previously present flashing. Daggers, ripping through the blanket of silence which was previously resting over the street.
Patricia CooperPublished 6 years ago in HorrorKapurnikis
Kapurnikis was a humble and very well-known blacksmith, princes and men from all over Atreia came to buy his magnificent work that he has done day by day. He was the best metal worker in the land of Atreia; everyone wanted his amazing swords, his intricate armors, and his very useful daggers. Not only was he a well-known blacksmith, he was a fantastic hunter. The pelts he made were glorious, the cuts from the animals, always perfect and extremely tender. Kapurnikis was a very brave man, he rarely ever caved to anyone or anything, he was also very humble about his work, never let any ones thoughts mess with him or the work he knew was flawless, but on this day, it took one night of hunting to completely change his way of thinking, in a way, you could say it changed his life completely.
rhianna schumackerPublished 6 years ago in Horror