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Most recently published stories in Horror.
Some Things Never Rest in Peace
Chad Murray silently hated racial minority groups with all the violence in his being. Especially he loathed his father, a general contractor, for hiring day laborers that stood outside of a weathered home improvement store. Chad often thought to himself, what virtue is there for being such a soft touch such as his father, hiring illegals to work for him, to communicate with them in their foreign language and to live amongst them.
By Adrian Campos6 years ago in Horror
The Stranger and The Visionary
It was precisely five minutes past noon on a regular Wednesday when the stranger slid into the seat opposite her. The library was mostly empty, besides a few students huddled intimately together in one of the dimly lit corners, and she had an entire glorious table to herself. She cursed inwardly, choosing not to look up and encourage any kind of interaction. With so many other chairs available, the stranger had to have chosen hers for a reason, and she was not in the mood. Not after a week of cleaning the streets of bodies. Another category five was on the loose, and it was hungry.
By Emelia MacDonald6 years ago in Horror
Lost in the Foreign Realm
They didn’t want to leave us there, but they’d had to. The locals who took us to the place weren’t evil, nor by any sorts villains, however this circumstance bore no choice for them. Even our parents seemed then to understand, implored at distance from us as the two boats drifted amiss. The black and brown tour guides were humble and commiserative, as well, each of them reaching towards with sorrowful, outstretched arms, weeping and tragic. They mourned our passing there, bid us existential farewell into the exiled land lovingly, knowing something we didn’t know, perhaps why there wasn’t alternative for us to have nor beget.
By James B. William R. Lawrence6 years ago in Horror
The Package
Chrissy immediately regretted going for her morning jog. The sky was clear allowing the sun to bare down its full intensity onto her skin. What little breeze there was stung her lungs with an uncomfortable warmness. Each breath was suffocating. It didn't take long before she decided she was done with this excruciating mess and made her way back home.
By E.M. Seward6 years ago in Horror
Jack's Windfall 2
Jack stared at the check on his table. $20,000 are now his thanks to a scratch off. He lived lightly, only caring about his rent and car payments. This was too much. Normally, he would get relative chump change. He hasn’t even cashed it yet, afraid of what would happen.
By Pedro Rivera6 years ago in Horror
The Devil’s Checkbook
I ran my hands through my hair, releasing a heavy sigh, scattered documents laid before me on my bed. ‘Bill Past Due.’ There is a tenseness in my muscles accompanied with a violent whirl of stress that plagued my brain, the in-organization of my life making chaos in my mind. I had bills to pay up the ass and with my hours at work getting cut back, it was going to be even harder to maintain my subpar lifestyle.
By shadai alexander6 years ago in Horror
Shadow Man At Shumway Park
The Pacific Northwest may not be famous as a hot spot for the paranormal, however, I can tell you that the Northwest is far more haunted than many people realize. I am happy to share my own experiences, and those I am aware of from others.
By Kevin J.N. Hughes6 years ago in Horror
Kuriosum
It was Tuesday evening and Roger sat on a subway bench by 47-50 Rockefeller Center transfixed by his right arm. It was nearly six o’clock, his entire right arm was now a solid piece of stone, and he found forming the next thought to be increasingly difficult. The subway was relatively quiet, especially for this time of night when the rush should be on. People walked with their faces buried in their phones, entering and exiting the trains, all the while seemingly oblivious to the speakers above announcing the coming and going of the next trains, and even of each other.
By Scott Perreault6 years ago in Horror
The Unfolding Adventures of the little black book.
Today is the day, I, Holly Greensburg, will change for the better. It's been weeks since I've found a job and living on unemployment seems to do less and less to get me anywhere in life. At least anywhere but here.
By Caramella Stevie6 years ago in Horror
