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Most recently published stories in Horror.

The Protagonist
Gordon watched in horror from outside of the car as the dead tore a hunk of flesh from his wife, Junie’s, face, frozen in fear as she begged him to shoot her. Selfishly, he kept the last bullet to himself and just before she died, he witnessed pure hatred animating from her eyes. Backing slowly away from the car, he ran, her hateful gaze burned forever into his brain..
By Riss Ryker6 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (19)
TOME 20 Lilly seemed reluctant to take my hand as I stood on the first landing outside the window she had found. "It's okay, you can always get off at the very next floor if this is to much for you" I plead, wanting nothing more than to keep her safe at my side. She had the ebb of a fairy in old media, back when we could get to it easily.
By L.D. Malachite 6 years ago in Horror
Barracuda
Doctor Mirabelle Sharkey is not a real doctor. Doctor Mirabelle Sharkey is not a real human being. Doctor Mirabelle Sharkey can take off her skin like a coat and walk the world in fishform, breathing air like water and water like air. There is not one of us here that Doctor Mirabelle Sharkey would not like to eat, but she wants to eat my best friend Rita the most.
By Ria Hill6 years ago in Horror
Scary Fred
To her, he was Scary Fred, and not without reason, the man looked terrifying. She wouldn’t have sat next to him, but she was wearing new shoes and even now they were beginning to rub. By lunchtime, she expected to be crippled.
By Suzsi Mandeville6 years ago in Horror
The Canary Speaks
The old writer, Mr. Kelly, sat hunkered down in his study at his desk, staring through the window at the rain. The harsh rain fell in battering sheets, flooding the yard and pounding the windows and roof. The sound was deafening, invading his exhausted ears as he tried to work--searching aimlessly for the words in his overworked brain to add to his latest short story. Staring at the paper with bloodshot eyes, he was neither awake nor asleep, and he tugged at his grey chin-whiskers, wide-eyed, in a deep trance. His long, ghost-like hair draped like straw down to his shoulders, and the halls of his cabin sat deathly quiet, aside from the ticking grandfather clock in the hall. During the times of his occasional insomnia, Mr. Kelly needed silence--he required peace.
By T.A. Burt6 years ago in Horror
Eating my experiences (18)
TOME 19 We ran down the hallway dodging people as though they were memories, absent mindedly with twinge of fear. We were lucky there was no staff outfit, as long as we could remain away from conversation, we may just make it. We wove in and out of supposed reality as paranoia set in. I could see Aurora from the corners of my eyes, as my breath halted in my lungs.
By L.D. Malachite 6 years ago in Horror
Hunter's Moon
Tobias Smith emerged from the inky depths of the root cellar tunnel, kicked the trap door shut and ran as swiftly as his six-year-old legs could carry him for the safety of the forest. In the distance, he could hear the hoots and screams of the savages as they finished destroying his home. Heart pounding furiously, he scrambled up the small embankment, his small, bare feet slipping precariously on the rocks and loose slate. Tears left trails through the grime on his cheeks, his thick, dark lashes clumping in spikes. Only when he was within the safety of the trees did he chance looking back. Flames licked high above the willows as the front of his house was ablaze. The bodies of his father and big sister, Sarah, lay bloody and mutilated on the front porch, scalps torn free from their heads to hang on the waists of two of three Mohawk warriors. Toby thought of his mother shoving him down the steps of the tunnel his father had dug for emergencies just like this.
By Riss Ryker6 years ago in Horror
Eating my Experiences (17)
TOME 18 As reality set in, burrowing into my bones, I could see how imperative it would be to get out of here. "Z...Zach, we're on the fourth floor right?" I ask, looking for any possibility of freedom from this hell scape of my friends blood. My voice comes out weak and pleading.
By L.D. Malachite 6 years ago in Horror
Non-Player
He woke up in a dimly lit room. He could hear people speaking before he opened his eyes, and when he did he saw four other people in the room: two men and two women. All were wearing the same grey clothing. Uniforms, maybe. Looking down at himself he noticed he, too, was similarly attired.
By Jim Parker6 years ago in Horror
Conviction
It was a beautiful day to go out on the locally crafted boat with someone you cherish to celebrate the closing of THEE biggest deal of your careers. After several rounds of margaritas the boat made of a strong wood and heart pine, manned by a bronze man with strong arms seemed like a great idea. It was a great idea until about 15 minutes in. In retrospect he stopped making jokes around then and looked down at his hands, not just the awkward silence filler but he was checking his watch as he seemingly looked at his fingernails.A large tour boat barreled in our direction and suddenly turned sharply as it neared the us. The water which was moments ago just gently rocking the boat now turned violently overturning our little handcrafted island delicacy. Shell shocked we squealed like school girls, frantically splashing as we searched for our bags before the great sea took possession of them. We had not noticed the speed boat lowered into the water as soon as it saw that we were overturned. It barreled quickly towards us as our guide swam towards it.Our attention had not returned to our guide until we heard the engine of the speedboat, now at a distance we couldn’t ignore ,which was damn near on top of us. Now our Island Adventure guide, whose name never mattered was onboard ,his face was expressionless as he threw a life preserver out to us.
By Mia Bowen6 years ago in Horror
A Light in the Attic
Many years ago when I was in my teens, my family moved to Meriden, Connecticut, from New Hampshire. We moved into a house and lived on the second floor, where I could get an excellent view of a huge mansion sitting on a hill further up the street. I remember looking out of my bedroom window one night just before going to bed and noticed a light coming from the attic of the mansion. I never really paid much attention to what was across the street until that one night when I saw that light.
By Anthony Dezenzio6 years ago in Horror
The Little Black book
It was a extremely dark and it was raining that night, I felt a bit chilly as the wind whipped at my raincoat. I pulled my coat closer to stay warm and also to shield myself from the strange man that just walked by, I shuddered and turned and looked back at the creepy man with dark thin hair and dark coat, and then I quickly looked away to avoid his gaze. But just for that split second, I had saw from the corner of my eye that he dropped something. But I could not really make out what it was.
By Johan Salcedo6 years ago in Horror