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Most recently published stories in Horror.

Where Darkness Sleeps
The Little Black Book... An immersion of darkness hovers in a room, engulfing all except the gold encrusted lettering on a small black book on a table. The room expands to allow the moonlight to trickle its way into the room. The room slowly fades back to lighten the darkness to a mere gray illuminating a grisly scene.
By Joey C Smith6 years ago in Horror
The Golden Ticket
She couldn’t believe it. She had spent the last of her paycheck on enough bread, meat and cheese for the week and had $2 remaining. She was feeling lucky, or maybe desperate, so she scanned the store for the lottery machine. The green machine sparkled with hundreds of tiny lights, attracting its prey to take a chance on winning a jackpot. She stopped on one of the five options, the one promising a “$20,000 Golden Ticket” to one lucky winner. The ticket was gold and shiny, it was calling her name. Without a second thought, she pushed the button and grabbed her ticket. She grabbed her stuff and walked the 10 blocks back to her apartment.
By Justine Ruff6 years ago in Horror
Dinner Is At Five
Martha grew up in a very small town. Most people would think they knew but would never really understand how small it really was. Mason, Alabama, was so small that its name wasn’t even known to the other towns around. It had been lost in the growth of the state, from a mostly rural area to a more urban one. The town still had a sign announcing where it started and where it ended, but for the most part, no one knew it even existed. It was just presumed to be a small backroad area of Montgomery.
By Josh Mallernee6 years ago in Horror
Childs' Play
"Bang." Winnifred Daemon Hoode, sixteen years old, aimed her pointer finger at the birds sitting in the nearby tree. "Bang... Bang!" She shouted, spooking the birds into flying away. She sighed. The birds were boring. The woods were boring, her life was boring. She walked down the crumbling stone path, aligning the rubber of her boots with the edge of the stones. She balanced herself so that her steps hung halfway off the path, causing the grass to bend over slightly. No doubt by this point her mother was looking for her. Red never understood why. Ever since she was a child she had wandered through these woods. Her mother had given up trying to stop her around two years ago, so long as Red promised to stay on the path. And she had followed that rule ever since, but today was different. Today her mother had forbidden her from visiting her friend Goldie.
By Lauren Solomon6 years ago in Horror
The Devil's Playground
It was a chilly, bright, moonlit night. I did not want to be out tonight, but when Gloria, the girl you have secretly loved for years, begs you to come, you could not say no. We trekked through the woods on the same beaten path that we have always used. Although we have been through this trail a million times, there was something eerie about it tonight. A fog started to settle in, and even though the night was bright, the darkness felt darker beyond what you can see.
By LaChic-Joy6 years ago in Horror
The Book of Slender Man
Ten year old Jaxon and best friend Tanner ripped down the trail on their bicycles through the woods behind their neighborhood. The boys vaulted over jumps, slid around corners, zipped down narrow paths and raced across shortcuts they knew by heart. They were on their way to the convenience store on the far side of the wooded acres.
By Joshua David McVey6 years ago in Horror
The Bus
“Plop, plop!” each raindrop made, as it dropped into sidewalk cracks and empty cups littering the ground. It had been raining all day, falling down in buckets and filling the streets with water. The air was warm and swollen, for a fall day. It was closing time for the workforce and the streets had become hectic. The city went from an enjoyable hum to a monotony of noise engaged with life. Cab horns were blaring, street vendors selling overpriced hot dogs, important people huddled under umbrellas looking for valets, and the sounds of tired feet rushing home to dinner filled the collective surroundings.
By Araina Danielle6 years ago in Horror
Unfamiliar
Waking up covered in flower petals sounds like you had a pretty romantic evening, right? Unless it’s on the concrete in the middle of the street. “How did I get here?” I ask the man wearing the bicycle helmet.
By Cat Moore6 years ago in Horror
Chicken Wing
Ruby’s beady black eyes followed Heidi’s every move as she gingerly patted the dusty shelf overhead. Goosebumps tickled her neck as the sticky cobwebs clung to her fingers. Resisting the urge to run out of the musty chicken coop she tiptoed to reach higher. She took a quick peek at the hen on the perch, unnerved at the hen’s statue-like stillness. Heidi shuffled a little farther into the dimness as the glittery eyes followed her. She needed to find that little black book! The hen silently watched. Heidi knew it was irrational, but she was afraid to turn her back on the old biddy. Swallowing down her anxiety she again hastily patted the shelf. Metal clanged as her fingers painfully rammed a metal box. Ruby’s wings fluttered behind her which spurred her to snatch the box and sprint out the door with squeal.
By Amy Payton6 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
It seemed as though whenever there was a funeral it was rainy outside, weather to match everyone's mood. Not today though. The sun beat down on her black outfit making the sun seem ten times hotter than it already was. Lacey stood next to my mother and my mom’s sister who was moaning pitifully over their lost sister Adele. The fabulous Dell. Her favorite auntie. Lacey still had not shed a tear. She was holding herself strong so that her mother she always found so meek would not fall apart. Her no-good father was in the back looking like he had been on another bender last night. Nothing new for her. Lacey's father had been a career drunk her whole life. Sweet as pie when he had no liquor in him but once he got a little in him he was meaner than a skunk. Several times she remembered the bar calling to the house and if her mother was gone, which was often, the dutiful only child had to get up and walk the six blocks to the local tavern to pick her drunk father up and pay the tab with her modest McDonald’s job. She would have to leave his car keys with Telly the bar owner who looked at her with pity as she picked her cussing father up and put him under her arms before walking him out of the bar and put him to bed after cleaning up his throw up. It was no wonder that when her mother would finally make it home from the second shift job that she would take over for Lacey without a word of protest. But in the small time frame that he was still awake, he would berate her with crazy words. Her father John would tell her how she ruined her mother and his relationship. She was not supposed to be born and her mother hated her for coming into their lives. She knew they were just the words of a lost drunken man but it cut her to the core no less. Lacey could never understand why her mother took the abuse. She never fussed back, she never complained, she just took it and took it. Her mother had been a beautiful woman. All the Sweeney’s were. They all had fair skin, long sweeping curly hair, and were a mix of Italian and black. When her mother had married an Irish man my grandmother and grandfather about turned their back on her for good. But it was her auntie Adele who made them see the light. She had always been the black sheep in her family. Loud and beautiful and ready to conquer the world by storm. Before she passed she had wanted Lacey to come out and see her but she never made it, to catch up in her own bull to be there for her aunt. She remembered her dad always saying “Why can’t she get a respectable job, how am I going to be able to tell anyone what my daughter does for a living. Aunt Adele was a dancer at a fancy strip club and every man wanted to be with her. Wanted to see her shake what her momma gave her. As unappealing as it was to everyone else Adele couldn’t have cared less who didn’t like it. She could have been anything in the world but she wanted to dance and bring a little bit of joy to the lonely men of Downers Grove. The procession line began to move and Lacey stared at her aunt laying there in the casket pissed that they had not followed her directions to be cremated. She knew that Adele would be rolling in her grave if she knew people were gawking over her in a long turtle neck dress at that to cover the ugly scarring around her neck from the hands of whoever had strangled her to death. The preacher was saying something and her mother was leaning on her so hard that Lacey had to switch positions and actually try and lean her in the other direction. The first dirt clumps that hit the casket set the lump further up in her throat. The rest of the funeral flew by her without her knowing what was really going on. She dutifully thanked the people who had came and walked with the pallbearers. The only words that hit Lacey’s ears were her mother whispering to God that she should have forgiven her sister while she was still alive. But forgive her for what? Lacey had no idea.
By Becca Boo6 years ago in Horror
Peer Pressure
“Jenny, where are you taking us?” I’m not hiding the irritation in my voice anymore. I’ve been following Jenny through tent cities and dark alleys for blocks. Eventually, we’re going to stumble across the wrong person and she’s going to get us mugged with her shiny rings and flashy purse.
By Courtney Wing6 years ago in Horror
I Am Alive.
The hunter left his old, battered truck on the outskirts of the forest. Years of work and toil on the farmland betrayed the flayed paintwork and creeping rust. He did take liberties with how close he drove to his target's den, but the strong winds and mist would help stealth his approach. He crouched to inspect the frozen ground, noting how fast the tracks were disappearing under the next barrage of snow.
By Jordan Norton6 years ago in Horror