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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 Dogman Ch.1
Frost layered itself on the windows with a thin sheet of ice, making it impossible to see outside. The smell of cinnamon filled the house. My eyes shot open as I heard the sound of an ax chopping wood. I threw off my heavy comforter and jumped out of bed. Running to my closet and grabbed my winter coat and snow boots. With my coat on my back, I stumbled my way down the staircase, putting on one boot at a time, fortunately not falling flat on my face.
Ghosts in My Mind Part 2
Ghosts In My Mind: Part II Review: At this point, the main character and her family have moved to the property with the mansion. Her mother is still missing.
Sarah MillerPublished 7 years ago in HorrorThe Gaze
Fear. It comes to all things as naturally as air. It is with our first breaths that we know fear; we know it before joy, before sorrow, we are born screaming and scared. To learn to survive is to know fear, we know when to run, to fight, and to give in, all for the sake of fear. The most primal, and natural instinct we possess. Most people live their lives knowing a healthy amount of fear; some of us though, have drowned in fear, and succumbed to its ever piercing talons nearly swallowed by the weight... Fear is my ghost, and it haunts me till this day.
Lilith Van HagenPublished 7 years ago in HorrorMonster Under the Bed
I am a monster. High in the ranks. The one that assigns the monsters to hide under the beds of kids. There’s a system to how this works: a kid is assigned a young, new monster when they first come home. As they grow up, a new monster is assigned to them. That way, they get a new scare after every stage of life, and the previous monsters can gain new experience by scaring new kids. However, there’s been a changeup in plans and assignments. There’s this one girl who I’ve sent out all of my monsters to, and they keep coming back, crying. I’m the only monster left to try and scare this child.
Kalista BrownPublished 7 years ago in HorrorThe REAL Origin of Medusa
I grew up on an island with my sisters, Sthenno and Euryale. Our parents were minor Gods, so we were immortal. We were also completely alone. The island we'd been left on was deserted, though there were buildings that were plainly marked. It was as though our parents had cleared out all of the people before they left us alone. I remember running through the deserted streets as a child, trying to find just one person that I didn't know. I just wanted a friend.
Jasmine YinglingPublished 7 years ago in HorrorStory 1: The Blade
In this world, there will always be things that seen way too... supernatural. For example, the Loch Ness monster, lost city of Atlantis, Hope Diamond, etc.—what I am about to tell you is one of my many adventures and first one of all about how I obtained a forbidden power, and now I'm serving the light from the dark. Here's the deal: I was on the sidewalk when some armored vehicle crashed into a nearby pole. The front of the vehicle exploded and some shrapnel almost hit me. There were about 3 people heavily armored and armed that came crashing out from the back. One of them had a large long case with him. They all looked worried and scared. Also, there was some weird swooshing sound coming from everywhere. It finally came to a stop when a guy came out of nowhere, facing the three scared soldiers. In that ominous-looking guy's hand was a large saber-like thing. His face was covered with a hood and mask. He looked at me with his red eyes. I backed up against a wall, thinking he was about to kill me. But he looked back at the three and made a weird stance. I blinked and he was gone, but so were the heads of two of the soldiers. The other one with the case wasn't moving at first but then he looked at his fallen comrades. He made an angry face and started aiming at the saber-equipped guy. There was big shockwave and I saw the soldier's right arm flying to the side, the saber man's weapon streaked with blood. The soldier fell on his knees, gripping his right shoulder. He looked at me with a determined yet unsure expression. He threw the case at me and told me to run for it, but before he can finish his sentence, he was decapitated. His head landed a few feet away from me, the expression imprinted on it was a sad one. I looked at the man standing there with his bloodied weapon. I don't know why but I was very angry. So angry that I gave out a loud roar, and then the case bursted open with a purple-black aura that surrounded me. I looked around and saw nothing until some sort of sword appeared in front of me. It asked, "Do you want power?" I stared at it, saying nothing. "I am a cursed blade forged by many and used by many. I carried the souls of those who utilized me and those that I slain. I possess forbidden power, power that you can use against the one before you. Now, choose!" the sword boomed. I looked down, contemplating the decision hard.
Paul ZhengPublished 7 years ago in HorrorRed Hooded Cloak
There was once a little girl, who is not so little now, except maybe in her family’s eye’s. Her name was Helena. She graduated high school and decided that she wouldn’t go into university or college. At least, not yet. Instead, she was going to stay at home and help in any way that she could.
Kalista BrownPublished 7 years ago in HorrorGhost in My Mind: Part 1
All I could do was run. Run down this dark, foreboding hallway. The carpet was thick and heavy with dust. Wherever this was, it had not been cleaned in a while. I sprinted past eerie portraits of people that I did not know. Their pale, sallow faces seemed to turn and follow me, their dark eyes piercing my backside as I ran and ran. There were doors slamming all around me as I tried to find a way to escape. Doors that lead to other long hallways, some lead to windowless rooms. The darkness pressed in around me and made it difficult to breathe. But I had to keep running. That's all I understood. But what was I running from? I could hear my mom’s voice ahead of me, “Help! Help!” I kept running, screaming, “Mom! I’m here! Mom?” Her voice seemed to move farther away the closer I got. All the while, I could hear footsteps behind me, getting closer and closer. The same heavy, thudding footsteps. Whoever or whatever was chasing me must have been enormous!
Sarah MillerPublished 7 years ago in HorrorThe Stuffed Knight
Little Percy slept soundly in his bed, cuddled up with his old teddy bear, Flash. The boy called him that because there was a bright and sparkly lightning bolt across the bear’s tummy; that bolt of lightning reminded Percy of his favorite superhero. Flash was about six years old and Percy was seven; they were inseparable, especially when it came to sleeping because Percy was afraid of the dark.
Jasmine ClaytonPublished 7 years ago in HorrorMeeting With a Princess
I used to think that vampires were just blood-sucking demons, in stories and fairytales, but they are far, far more. My story begins with my family, we were an influential family, in both a socialite, and underworld sense. We thought we were untouchable, we were, after all, at the pinnacle of power, respected, and feared. However, we met far more than our match in one "business venture." Our very last.
Kylah Rayne de' Medici McAdenPublished 7 years ago in HorrorCase
Presswick train station was old, far removed from the ones you'd see in the big cities today. The white paintwork on the platform walls was chipped and cracked, whilst the damp stench of the local sewer works lingered in the air. The station inhabited a town that looked like a lot of other small towns, though if you dug deep enough you would find a wealth of dark stories buried beneath. Stories of an evil surrounding the old cotton mill and the faces of the dead at the bottom of the local swimming baths. These are the tales that were passed down from parents to their children without hard evidence and truth. You'd be forgiven for thinking the worse of the town that it inhabited. After all, this was a place that had seen better and busier times, before the days of industry and holiday makers disappeared and people discovered more exciting climates. You'd find no designer clothes shops or coffee houses here. This was a place that people used in order to vacate the town for work and brighter places. No-one came to this place unless it was absolutely necessary and in spite of social media and all those town summer campaigns, it had been a long time since anyone had made the decision to holiday in a place such as this.
Adam BlaizePublished 7 years ago in HorrorThe House on 24 Street
Midnight. Thick dusky moonlight bleached the strictly white cracked dirtied walls. George stood there, his yellow trench coat, a mucky darkened colour, hung from his small arms like a man who had committed suicide, but hadn't struggled to fight against it. He was tired at this point; tired of running. The very thing its self seemed to be something he craved the most. Tired... A single drip could be heard in the far distance, however George seemed to feel it was a faint voice laughing at him, playing with him. Drip... His eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room, George softly hummed a song his Mother used to sing when he couldn't sleep as a kid. It was a song he couldn't remember the first time he heard it, had just always been there, always resting in his mind. Always...
Horror Shorts By William SkeetPublished 7 years ago in Horror