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Most recently published stories in Horror.
The Mysterious Black Book
Sarah’s big rottweiler, Jake, tugged at the leash. The air was crisp and smelled of the fresh snow that had just fallen last night. Her feet crunched in the snow and the light from her vest bobbed and illuminated the dark sidewalk in front of her.
By CeCe Thurston6 years ago in Horror
Sabrina Gets Her Witch On
It seemed to stare at her, fixated, with unblinking eye. It is inanimate, inorganic – a thing. But there it is on the table. A small black book. The kind for keeping contact information. The kind for random scribbling. College ruled pages neatly ordered between the black moleskin covers. A red silk bookmark tip protrudes from the end. A world of unlimited possibilities awaits.
By James Ziesel6 years ago in Horror
Don't Touch The Book
“Don’t touch the book.” These words wrung through my skull over and over as I sat in the aftermath of what it had done. Let me start at the beginning. My husband and I had spent six years of our lives, scrimping and saving every penny we could to save up for a home outside of the humdrum, lifelessness of the city. Now, the city is not so bad a place, but the city was not preferable for backwoods type kids.
By Rachael Hugghins6 years ago in Horror
Blood and Dew
No matter how hard I try, I cannot stop looking at it... I turn away but I can still see it, on the walls, on the floor by my feet, behind my eyelids. It’s everywhere. I haven’t slept in days, I lie awake clutching onto it as if it was a part of me. My stomach growled in hunger, I can’t even hear it roaring like thunder anymore. My ears are trained on the black book, I cannot speak....
By Hannah Wright6 years ago in Horror
The Contest
The Contest I should have never entered that contest. I should have walked past the entry table and pretended never to have seen it. It ruined my life. I have lost everything. The love of my life. My family. My best friend........everything that mattered. All because of random guess in a random contest at my local bank.
By Leslie Moore6 years ago in Horror
Along the Sandy Banks
Quinn stabbed the heavy iron handle of the ornate scythe into the pond’s muddy embankment She let out a long, haughty sigh, letting the wide brim of the black hat on her head fall in front of her face as she closed her eyes with a pensive wince. Without hesitation she let her bloody muddy ankles enter water.
By Calla Ritchie6 years ago in Horror
September 13th
After a long few days out of town and finally closing a few deals, it felt so good to be back in the city again. My city. Breathing in that polluted air. Yep, that was New York for you on any given day in the year, but on this crisp day in September, it felt different somehow. The energy felt different- not so hostile during rush hour.
By Ashanti Mckenzie6 years ago in Horror
Embracing Death
She smiled through the pain, said her goodbyes, and turned off the camera. Another day of assignments...another day of staring at the same four walls. It had been like this for months, her phone and laptop the only ties to the outside world. Things as she knew them to be had ceased to exist and being as lonely as she was, depression hit like a tidal wave. She stopped watching the news after a while, the death toll steadily rising was too much for her. She could practically feel all the death that swept through the nation. She glances at the same four walls of her tiny apartment with a bit of resentment. She’s a prisoner in her own home.
By Life of Kye6 years ago in Horror
Testing Predictions on an Abandoned Village
Haley Riot pulled on the purple musical note attached to the retractable band around her neck. The networker designed to look like two beamed eighth notes brought life a three-dimensional map of their position in the woods. Beside the map were a few postings and news clippings about the Babylon Sisters Village. Some of the posts talked of treasure, murder, and ghosts but offered no evidence other than stories of people going missing who explored the area.
By Dennis Spielman6 years ago in Horror
The Book of Lesath
Like most young women living in metropolitan areas, whose city lights rival the sky’s constellations, Capella found herself sitting across from a spiritual medium during one of her darkest hours. She paid the woman to read her future with tarot cards. The medium told her in a voice flattened by repetition, “The door to the future is the heart. I just look through the keyhole.”
By Melissa McElhose6 years ago in Horror
