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Most recently published stories in Horror.
A silent return
Darkness had sheathed the sky, turning the very air of the city. Things of the dark, sinners and creatures alike would soon emerge from the city’s underbelly, eagerly crawling forth after having waited an eternity for the sun to set. In an unknown alley, deep within the bowels of the concrete beast, a girl stood in the dark, waiting for her next employer. They called her Alexa, because she would do anything asked of her, for the right price of course. She didn’t care what she was called, she only cared that people with money knew where to look for her. The girl sighed, hanging her head in thought, wondering how long she’d been doing this.
By Jullia Loyard6 years ago in Horror
Trouble Follows Her Like Smoke
Evie was staying in her third motel this month, and it was only February 10th. Her money was found to be counterfeit at the first, the second had bed bugs suddenly appear in half of their rooms and had to be closed for extermination, and the third—well, she was waiting for that shoe to drop to the concrete. So far, though, nothing had made her senses for these things perk. After being as unlucky as she had become, Evie was getting pretty good at anticipating the storm before the forecast.
By Jillian Spiridon6 years ago in Horror
Keepsake
The movers had finally gotten the last of the cardboard boxes removed from the bowels of the semi-trailer and into the house. They looked tired but determined—scurrying about in that way one does when one gets paid by the job and not by the hour. They hurried from room to room, leaving boxes stacked high and irregular, like half finished games of Jenga. The boxes were all stamped with the moving company logo—the big smiling faces of three corporate-looking hipster dudes who looked like they had just dropped a tab of PCP. Their busts were underscored with the caption, 3 MEN AND A TRUCK. WE MOVE SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO!
By R. Tilden Smith6 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book
Marisol couldn’t believe her luck. She pushed open the front door of her new home and swatted at cobwebs. Velvet curtains hung precariously from rods bending with the weight, and blocked what little light dappled through the live oaks surrounding the cottage. The tiny one-bedroom abode sat in the forgotten back corner of the LeBlanc estate. ‘LeBlanc’ a suitable name for the woman who’d just hired her, as she resembled an old white witch.
By Camille Cavanagh6 years ago in Horror
Smells like teen spirit
The first time I heard Smells like teen spirit we were having dinner and my father was beating the shit out of my mother. The TV was on, and some talking head was expressing his solemn contempt for the “senseless anthem of an apathetic generation.” On the screen, pon pon girls with hairy armpits bounced up and down, while Kurt Cobain’s scream grew louder and more desperate: a denial, a denial, a denial…
By Serafina Spedetti6 years ago in Horror
Ouroboros
Katherine! Kate stared in puzzlement at the little black notebook she'd pulled from her bag. The hard cover was plastered with stickers; some so worn that they were nothing more than white, misshapen blobs, while others seemed to have come from some sort of vintage store. They were all layered over one another, carelessly arranged as if a child had done it. She flipped the book open to the first page, astounded to find the calculated and deliberate strokes of someone who was most certainly not a child.
By Diana Morales6 years ago in Horror
