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Most recently published stories in Horror.

The Revenant
It was particularly cold the evening Carlyle followed Mooney’s light pitter-patter towards the cemetery to visit his mother. Carlyle gently placed a single peony on her grave as Mooney pawed at a dead leaf. Carlyle watched as Mooney suddenly sat with his ears erect. Then with a little meow raced off in the direction towards the Norfolk woods blending in perfectly with the winter snow. Carlyle followed with a quickness.
By Rachel Moment6 years ago in Horror
The Immortalization of Bad Deeds
Deafening sirens, sharp pangs of pain, and the heavy scent of blood; The first flashes of life as he awoke. The man found himself on the floor of an unfamiliar chamber, unsure of how he had arrived. All he knew for certain was his name; Elijah. He attempted to rise slowly from the ground, and found no strength in his limbs causing him to tumble back onto his bottom. He remained there a moment longer, content with his body’s betrayal. Something within the room demanded his attention however. It tugged at him so deeply that he was left no choice, but to rise in its pursuit.
By Vagabond Writes6 years ago in Horror
Groundhog nightmare
It was 1999 in Birmingham England, I was around 8 or 9 at the time and far too forward for my age. Being a young girl, it was natural for my Mother to be concerned about my wellbeing when out and about alone. Especially considering I wasn't from Birmingham and it's safe to say, there are some less than pleasant characters roaming around the streets. Especially at night.
By Kayleigh Taylor6 years ago in Horror
The Gift
When my father died, he anointed me with his debts. The man was penniless in life and struggled financially; traits that I wouldn’t wish upon my enemy, were endowed upon me. Anything that required financial responsibility or even capability was better left for those with the blood that could afford such delights. He was, simply, simple. My uncle, however, was very different.
By Xavier Christensen6 years ago in Horror
Little. Black. Book.
Reasoning at dawn had left behind when dusk had hit their horizon. Cara couldn’t have fathomed how all this could have happened to her. It was an expected evening like any other one that she’d had before this one.
By thomasin x6 years ago in Horror
The Diary’s End
She bought him that black silk tie and silk jacket. He just rolled them into a ball and tossed them into the back seat of her Corolla. As soon as they had her coffin in the ground, he headed for Joe’s Bar on 6th Street.
By Colleen Stewart6 years ago in Horror
I Can Help You With That
I Can Help You With That Everyone has a story. Some are more tragic than others. Some are just plain weird. Mine is a mix of both. I am telling you this because my story could have been prevented had I seen the signs. Or just not been so naïve. So a word to the not-so wise. Take caution, because not everything is as it seems.
By Michael Warren 6 years ago in Horror
Plaything
Easy does it, in and out. Don’t look around too much, don’t let your eyes fall on any of the movements. And, for the love of all that is good, DON’T look up.
By Mercia Dawn6 years ago in Horror
Reap
"Everything I have ever done was for you… All of you. None of you could have ever known, but the things I’ve done. The things I have seen… to get us to where we are now… I am sorry I could not have been exactly the family man you expected of me. You all deserved better, so I am sure you will get that one day. I HOPE that you get that one day… No, there is nothing that any of you could have done, I’ve done some dirty deeds. Made some shaky deals here and there but, you’ve lived comfortably right? Know that I have always loved every single one of you… but I can’t sleep. I can’t eat and as I write this I continue to deteriorate.”
By D6 years ago in Horror
The Scratchcard
It was the end of another day. A day of simply going through the motions. Roger finds himself waking up, going to work and then off home again. A rinse and repeat type of routine. Excitement was hard to come by or rather afford. Providing for his family gave him little time to himself and as much as Roger loved them, he needed a little alone time before heading home today. He decided to take a detour through town, to take in the sights as it were, despite there not being too much to see. He hoped that something, anything at all interesting would happen, to liven up his day.
By Rory Westerman6 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
Angie Fischer was a twenty-two-year-old medical assistant that battled day-to-day protocols of dealing with the coronavirus. Today was her first day off in about a month and she was going to go out on her own and enjoy a quiet night in the town, away from all the dying patients and mood swings of the egotistical doctors that she worked for. Living in the Bay Area is very expensive but the one thing you can do is walk around the beautiful sights and clear your mind. The BART station wasn’t far from where she lived, so her thoughts were to throw on some headphones and walk around the shopping outlets and escape the hospital for as long as she could. Angie left from work a little late, around five-thirty in the afternoon, but after a brief period at home, she was determined to make it out. She felt she deserved a day all to herself.
By Raul Rivera6 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (26)
TOME 31 My lungs were still inundated by phlegm when we started our journey again leave me dependent on my inhaler and coughing with each incline. My throat sore and jagged as the cold air bristled past it, sometimes leaving me gagging. Zach looked like a shell of his former self, not quite recovered. We didn't speak much for the first day back on our feet, but that seemed to be what each of us wanted.
By L.D. Malachite 6 years ago in Horror