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Most recently published stories in Horror.
Secrets In The Rafters
Cole stepped out into the cool evening air, having just laid the kids in bed. He lit a cigarette and let out a long sigh, followed by an even longer drag on another nail in the coffin. Looking out at the stars, Cole felt a moment of peace, followed by the insignificance that had hung around him like a cloak all his life. When nothing but the cotton filter and a small glowing cherry was left, he tossed it into the snow and grabbed the mail out of the box. Walking inside, where the light was better, he sat at the kitchen table next to his laptop that displayed the beginnings of a story he would never finish.
By shane foshee6 years ago in Horror
Déjà Vu
It’s 3am—and here I am, stuck in the same dream as the night prior. I never asked to be in this place but my mind, whenever restless, casts me into the pit of this nightmare. An evening that grows into a deep indigo that stains the sky. The howls of a strong wind roaring behind me. Lush Western Hemlocks rustle in perfect synchronization around me and at the foot of these gigantic trees—there I stand.
By teva jenkins6 years ago in Horror
The Win
She always wrote her thoughts and wishes to her little black book. She didn't trust computers as if broken the part of her stories would be lost. She preferred the book as nowadays noone would read the books, so she was sure her ideas are safe and hidden and a little black book can be hidden anywhere from bookshelves to old storage room.
By Yernar Uryspayev6 years ago in Horror
Stories From the Subway
Richard leaned back against the trunk of the big Pine tree, he had been coming to this forest outside of Portland Oregon since he was a boy. Even though this place had soothed him in the past, today it brought him no solace. He had come here to make the biggest decision of his life. Slowly and deliberately, he removed the revolver he was carrying from its holster and laid it on the ground.
By D.G. Baning6 years ago in Horror
THE OUTSTRETCHED HAND
There is hardly anything alive left. Except insects. Their proliferation is actually quite staggering. The vegetation grew exponentially lush in the past few years. Sometimes I can see glimpses of a few birds flying by, but since I don't have any control over my head movements, I can’t really look at them properly.
By Francis Ouellette6 years ago in Horror
'Annie's Book' by Hannah Gemmell.
Fresh rays of sun shines through the cracks in my blind, crossing paths with my eyes- its morning. I live alone with my golden retriever, Holly. It is a friendly neighbourhood. The highest forms of crimes we have is the occasional theft or drug use in an isolated house. Stereotypically, everyone knows everyone, at least at a superficial level. Most people like everyone. One of the few ostracised members of this society is my quiet neighbour Annie. I am not aware of her last name. She has lived next door since I moved in 5 years ago. She is older, enjoys her own company, friendly but people see her as odd. Her appearance is typically dishevelled, she is covered in loose, dated clothing. Her style is strongly practical, dull-toned items. Her overall aura is earthy. I do not see anyone visit her. Apart from the subtle friendship we have managed to develop over the years, over the top of the sectioning garden fence, others have taken her perceived abnormal low interest in her image and her preference for her own sole time, as painting her with a ‘weird old lady on the corner’ palette. Predictably, this eventually hindered potential friendships outside of ours, to be built. Even our friendship- comparing it to others, the quality of it is a fraction of the connection I have in comparison of other friends. Our friendship is crafted with minor conversations with petite detail- like I said, I do not even know her last name. The way she is, identifies that she is a very private (arguably, secretive) person, who seems to not help, on her end of the friendship- building process.
By Hannah Louise Gemmell6 years ago in Horror
Will I find Haley in Australia?
I’ve been working in this town for a long time. Not the job I wanted, but it was good enough. Building my way to the top. I ask no questions, keep my head down and eyes on the prize. Where they make the magic happen. It was wine night. The sky was turning dark purple and I was waiting for Haley, my new “work friend” to come over and talk over drinks. She is always the life of the party, a star. She got here and I put out some paperwork. We sat down in the dining room. She was nervous when she looked at me and said “Hey so I just met Tom C-” When she said the name Tom, I didn’t have to wait for her to say the full name. I immediately knew what she was going to say next. Her life was over. My eyes swelled up. Asked why I am sad, I had to say I was happy for her. I wasn’t. If I told her what she does not know yet, they will not have her. The people I work for. They would cut my supply off. Who am I without the supply? I had to tell her I have to run to the bathroom because I’m starting to get sinus pain. We hugged and departed, for the very last time. In the bathroom, I didn’t bother to lock the door, let alone completely shutting it. Looking at myself in the mirror, I think of this job and how hard it is, but there is a reason why I signed up for this job. I muttered, I said “Great job, you have brought another one off the cliff” As soon I said that, I heard a loud boom. I walked out of the bathroom startled, walked to the dining room, Haley had already left. Of course. I was walking to the front deck but I felt something crunch under my foot. It was a broken nail, and something else- skin?? What the hell is going on? I can’t think straight. Haley is always using cheap nail glue but not anymore. She will be having people doing her nails with some fancy nail glu-- “LORENZO!!” I heard Haley, she must be out front. She has never said my real name before. We all swore to Him not to ever say our birth name to another. But she did. She broke the oath. Now she will suffer. Something bad, a punishment. The front door was smashed open. I ran outside, my eyes touched Haley's eyes but then I didn’t see her anymore. She disappeared, fast. Only thing left of her was her shoes. I can’t identify or recognize what kind of fucking dissolution it was. It was like she burned into a speck of nothing. I see a gray duffel bag, with a little black book on top. A note attached to the book, I opened it. It reads “Step one completed. Our team is sending you good vibes. Please buy a ticket en route to Melbourne, VIC- now. Do not read the next page until you arrive at VIC” I am so confused, what happened to Haley? How the hell am I going to tell someone? Who the hell am I to even tell someone, let alone report an abduction. Or maybe it was a murder. I can’t even tell any cop about it. They fucking parties with the big cops. I do not know who to turn to. I just wanna open a bottle of wine. Scared and bewildered, I took out a cigarette to smoke but I found myself opening the black notebook again, turning to the next page. “Before you call Laura Hinney at this number, run over someone with a rental car” What? Then what? What the fuck? I dropped the notebook, and looked into the duffel bag. It was a heavy bag of $20,000.
By Chris Sandlin6 years ago in Horror
Black Book, Bad Penny
Water pooled unevenly amongst the patched and scabby tarmac of the single track lane, treacherous in the darkness under tall trees. Big houses sat well back from the road, behind high hedges and expensive gates. A security light pinged into wakefulness as Jack picked his way between the potholes, sour yellow of halogen ruining his night vision. He tilted the peak of his cap against the glare and shrugged his jacket tighter, trying not to look like a prowler, kept half an ear tuned for the shush of approaching tyres – be easy to get mown down by some Chelsea tractor on an unlit stretch like this. Behind, the light went out. He trudged, picking up his feet in the fresh dark.
By Jake Evans6 years ago in Horror
The Lost One
They lived on the corner, facing the road which led onto the freeway. It was, in my opinion, the most perfectly placed house in the neighborhood; the ice cream truck would only stop in front of their mailbox, forcing the rest of the kids to scramble breathlessly from their own porches to reach it. Behind the house was exposed and bare; the earth grew soft and boggy the farther you ventured, until it sloped down to marshland and the brown, bubbling Elmswere Creek. The thick redwood trees thrusting up from the ground on one side constantly shrouded it in darkness, their impenetrable leaves forming a canopy over the roof.
By Alexandra Chapman6 years ago in Horror
"Your turn"
Walking out of the coffee shop, still hazy and half-asleep. He had drunk too much over time for the caffeine to have any real effect, but the flavor was enough of a boost for him to at least open his eyes more fully. The man running towards him only half registering before his coffee was covering his chest.
By Alex Jones6 years ago in Horror
