Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Horror.
Shadow Creature
Gloomy and boring as a Monday morning is, I decided not to go to school. i was already at my stop waiting for the bus when I decided to walk back home instead. Why? Just didn’t feel like it. As i sit in my room,I started to drift off to sleep and next thing i knew i hear a loud bang on my door i laid there in silence And too frightened to even breathe i hear the loud bang on my door again, the person behind the door screamed, “ LAYLA!,OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR OR ELSE!,” I was so scared I couldn’t even speak, the person behind the door was my abusive Father. I didn’t know what to do, I looked around my room to hide somewhere just as he was about to break down my door i hid underneath my bed. He was stomping around my room, looking for me and as he was looking for me, he was trashing my room I don’t know what he was gonna do if he found me. I saw him throw my dresser across my room, and trash my closet, every piece of clothing I owned was all over my bedroom floor and just as he was about to give up he was standing right next to my bed, tired and breathing heavy I closed my eyes hoped and pray he would just leave and he did, for a split moment i let out breathe of relief just as i was about to get up from underneath my bed i feel something grab me from my ankles, it was my father! He pulled me out from underneath my bed. While he grabbed me, he pinned me to my bed, started screaming in my face asking, “ why aren’t you in school huh?!,” I answered back,” because I didn’t feel like going,” he looked at me with such disgust he got close to my face and whispered, “ you know what happens when you don’t do as you’re told, he paused waiting for an answer, i was still so frightened I couldn’t give a response he glared at me and said,”Fine.” He then pinned me down on my bed and started to beat me and before I knew it I blacked out
By Kalee Smith5 years ago in Horror
My Shin-jury
“Hold still, you big baby, or I’ll spray it with alcohol,” Tammy says to me as she outlines my open wound with a sharpie marker. Her thinking, such that it is, is she can gauge if the infection is getting worse if it crosses the black line she’s drawing at the precise edge of my wound as it is now, Tuesday night. She has a deep maternal instinct, and I appreciate her efforts at keeping me from losing my foot. But I wonder if they aren’t overusing the ‘staff infection!’ cries. I feel shamed. To me, the wound appears to be doing fine! I got a thousand scabs growing up. This injury looks the same as those did. The difference, I guess, is I’m no longer growing up. I’m no longer on my upward climb to the midpoint of my life. I’ve peaked, and I’m already descending into that good night.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Homewrecker
She was in the car, watching the trees blur outside the window, when the thought struck her. Her husband had been acting odd as of late. Taking extra shifts at work, keeping him away from home for hours at a time and leaving her there alone. He was always tired when he got home and wasn’t in the mood recently no matter what she did. The last time the two of them were together intimately, he spent the entire time demanding that she “be quiet” and “lie still”. Nowadays it always seemed like he didn’t want it to be her that was underneath him.
By Anna Miller5 years ago in Horror
The Strain
We attended my dad's retirement ceremony a week later. I would be lying if I told you that I wasn't glad that he was back home from Bosnia. His Army career spanned for 30 long years seeing the world in a way hardly anyone would ever know. The majority of those years were spent in the National Gaurd to be more specific. There was a time in his career when he was active duty during the Vietnam war when he was drafted. Dad never talked about any of his service (not that I was expecting him to), but all the metals on his chest tended to do the talking. His Gaurd unit awarded him a plaque for all his years of service. Mom and I stood beside him in front of his battalion as he was ready to give his final remarks to his unit before changing command. I think I saw a tear in my dad's eye when he said his final goodbyes to the Army.
By BlackInkSociety5 years ago in Horror
We saw a Real Ghost and we are not joking.
It was back in 2012, and I was staying in a flat temporarily while I finished some work I was doing for myself. I had never come face to face with a ghost up to that point, and like many, I didn't believe they existed. I had been working all morning, and I was tired, so I took myself off to bed around ten p.m. which was unusual for me, as I usually stay up pretty late. I had a bath, watched television and went to bed. I would have slept well, except there was a very faint blue shimmer in my room by my dressing table, and I couldn't work out what it was. There was a high attic window in my room, so I assumed it was just light shining through that as I didn't have curtains. That night I went to sleep, but I was woken around 11.3o p.m. by a bright light around my bed. I froze startled! I could just make out the silhouette of a young woman wearing black, who appeared to hold a white scroll or notebook in her hand. She came right to the side of my bed and leaned over me holding the scroll or notebook in front of me. I put it down to a bad dream, but I was unable to move or speak for ten minutes. In a cold sweat and shaking, I waited for it to pass, then I turned the light on and made a drink before going back to bed. This time, I didn't sleep for a while, and the same thing happened again! the same silhouette with the scroll or notebook was right by my bed!
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Horror
Host of Shadow
The woods were dark that night - so dark I later wondered if they had turned their backs on the horrors that lie within. I never should have run. It would have been better for me to be arrested for petty theft, but I was naive, stupid, and drunk with pride.
By Persephone Stylet5 years ago in Horror
It Was Coming for Us
"It's been three days! Are you sure he knows where he's going?" Katrina continued to anxiously pace back and forth on the deck. It has been the same five paces on this very deck for the past three days. I started to wonder if she left a groove on the floor. She continues her rant about how our dear captain has no idea how to get to our destination let alone get all of us to safety. I initially thought that was the point of taking a cruise, you know you relax and completely immerse yourself into the vacation. But when our ship seemed to have malfunctioned or whatever has happened to it, relaxation slowly started to morph into a preverbal challenge. Katrina continued to rant on and on about the trip, after a while I couldn’t understand any of it. We found one of those travel deals online for a cruise to the Bahamas for 5 days. The price seemed reasonable, and the reviews looked refutable, so to be in this middle of the ocean with a broken vessel is not exactly what I had in mind.
By Whitney Monyo5 years ago in Horror
Dear Marionette
I first off want to apologize to you my love for taking so long in getting back to you. I'm frankly aware that the duration between now and my last letter has been several months. I deeply regret this span of time but you must realize that my "work" keeps me very busy. Some days I am so occupied with my tasks that I scarcely have time to sit down and eat, let alone commit my thoughts to pen and paper. Nevertheless, my feelings for you can never change, nor can any testament of time serve to diminish their intensity. My darling...there are times when I've cried like a child realizing that you no longer share this warm bed beside me. I still can smell the sweetness of your hair and taste the soft nectar of your wet cherry lips. If it were at all possible I would reach up and snatch a handful of the very stars themselves, only to see the smile on your face as I hand them to you as a gift.
By jamie kene5 years ago in Horror
What's in a Name? (Pt 6)
Alex was too busy wondering what she might find in the hidden room to get much sleep. As it turned out, convincing Vanessa to let her have the key back wasn’t much of a challenge. Since Trevor returned the next day with a crew to begin the process of cleaning and clearing out the basement, he had assured them that it was quite safe.
By J.C. Winter5 years ago in Horror
