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Most recently published stories in Horror.

Running Toward Healing
Running Toward Healing The words sledgehammered the inside of her skull. I’m going to die. A silhouette had floated through Elise’s bedroom door, stopped above her bed, and hovered there.
By Mark Bolanowski6 years ago in Horror
Of Books and Friendships
So living in Atlanta,GA are three best friends Emory,Indayah,and Mack/Mckenzie in their world friendship is the most important thing to them they make sure it's built on loyalty and trust until one day Emory's mom keep pestering her about cleaning the basement, so she finally gets the courage to do so with the help of her two best friends while their cleaning the basement they all discover something, a black book at that and what it holds leaves them shocked. That's when they all start to notice over this huge thing their friendships are starting to distance and trust is being questioned. In this friendship only one will be left standing, the one who trades on her best friends will end up in jail, and one will experience death maybe but it's all up to the best friends to get it together.
By Zyneshia Holder6 years ago in Horror
Bus to Eden
The number 142 bus from the North London suburb of Stanmore quickly finds itself racing past rolling fields in the Hertfordshire countryside. The bus passes the occasional hamlet and country pub along the way, and the fresh air rushes through the open windows, creating a feeling of freedom as its passengers leave the bustling city behind them. As one might imagine, the route is best enjoyed on a lazy and sunny English summer day.
By G Moran6 years ago in Horror
Gamblers hat
The year was 1874 and I sat kicked back in the chair, my feet propped up on the railing with my hat, which apparently was called a "Gambler's hat" by the locals, pulled down over my face. The sounds of the paddlewheel moving water was all that could be heard, outside of the occasional muffled conversation as people would walk by. A full moon graced the sky, dimmed only slightly by the lights from the paddle wheeler.
By Gemma Fry6 years ago in Horror
Names
Michael went to the fridge, and no surprise, it was empty. Staring into its depths, wondering, what he could make with the random opened jars and to-go containers of smelly, nearly outdated food. He switched to the freezer, even worse. He grabbed a bottle of water and sat in his worn, crumb and dog hair encrusted recliner. Opening up the water and taking a swig, he thought, this place is such a dump. Stains on the carpet, dried food and spills on the linoleum made his feet stick with every step. How was he going to get out of here? Damn, the rent was due Monday. He turned on the tv. Flipped through the crap of channels that he could get with the antenna. Which was like eight! Looked around frustrated and disappointed. Turned the tv off and just tossed the remote away randomly to the floor. The place smelled like dog crap. He kind of wished he didn’t kick the dog out to fend for itself, then he would at least have someone to talk to, but there wasn’t any food to give it anyways. He slid out of his two-day old boxer briefs and got in the shower. Soap was empty. “DAMN IT!” He filled the bottle with a little water and got the remaining suds out and onto his face, just enough to get that ick off. “Man! What a crappy day! What a crappy week!” He yelled throwing open the shower curtain, which fell and nearly tripped him. He fumbled with it and then slammed it to the wet floor stomping out he slipped a little bit but caught himself, “Gawd!” He wrapped a dinghy towel around his waist that he yanked up from the floor and then flung himself onto the bed. Dripping wet the sheet stuck to him like an old band aid that had been there for a week and was about to fall off. He stared at the ceiling in a daze, the fans’ slow rotation drew him deeper into thought like being hypnotized. He let out a painful scream tensing every muscle in his body. “AAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Then slinking back into silence, a single tear rolled down his face and into his ear.
By Ronald Roberts6 years ago in Horror
Inside the Lychgate
Envy? Was that what he felt? Maybe. If you were petty enough to envy someone because of the weather at their funeral. And Garret definitely was.
By Brian Lazenby6 years ago in Horror
Ravaged by Wild Beasts Underground
I held my flashlight in one hand, and in my other, a small satchel. It was pretty dark, and sneaking into the cemetery at night was not what I wanted to be doing on a Friday night. My father was the caretaker of the place. So, now I have to go down to one of these crypts and get the tools he left there earlier.
By Jezebel Rose6 years ago in Horror
The Last Diary of Dorian Page
A cool September wind blew across the lake from the north, stirring the autumnal leaves and sending them cascading to the ground. The disordered tides of orange and red, danced across the moonlit yard, meeting in mockery of the many brooks that could be found draining back into the dark waters that flanked the property on three sides. Alexander watched them idly for a moment, as they seethed across the yard. He looked on as they met in eddies before the wind changed direction again, disturbing the momentary harmony, and inspiring yet another configuration. The current breeze was merely the vanguard of the harsh polar winds that would fall upon the landscape in the weeks to come, and the moonlight dance of the leaves would soon come to an end. Buried beneath snow drifts that would linger for 5 months or more, in this northern part of the country.
By Shyler6 years ago in Horror
Fortune
“So you mean I just tell you my wishes and you make it happen?” I asked. “Not quite,” he replied with a voice smooth as silk and as sticky as honey.
By Kahli K6 years ago in Horror
To Have Read and Bled
“Darling,” he says. It is the word that tethers me to this strange place. Darling. It quickens my pulse and hitches my breath. Darling he had called me across glasses of white wine and white tablecloth. Darling he called me when he produced the ring, the joint bank account, and the twenty-thousand-dollar weekly allowance. People talked—he had many previous wives after all. I didn’t care. They didn’t see the iridescent sparkle from their own left hand, couldn’t fathom the idea of their bank account expanding overnight, didn’t hear the timbre of his voice when he called me, Darling.
By Claudia Neaves6 years ago in Horror
Who's Playing Who?
It was a cold rainy day, but Sam’s dog wanted to take a walk like she always did. Sam jogged alongside Biscuit hoping she would get tired of the cold and rain quickly so they could go home. As they hit the edge of the park where the dense trees started, Biscuit started to slow down giving Sam some hope of returning to the warm dry car not too far off.
By Amanda Castelli6 years ago in Horror
Black Hope
It's beautiful. In a world so dark, it was strangely beautiful. Each night he would read to me. I could sense his passion for this Book, the beauty behind the word he would speak and its emotional connection to him. This book seemed like it was passed on by someone he loved very much.
By Bogdan Gheorghita6 years ago in Horror