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Most recently published stories in Horror.

Fractured Lighthouse
All I remember is being surrounded by darkness. Then I was thrust back into the light when the feeling of a thousand small serrated blades raged across the skin covering my face like a cold shower after a rough night. My eyes were welcomed with a barrage of wind and snow like arrows descending upon me from a massive enemy force.
By D.J. Rivera6 years ago in Horror
The Anniversary of Mrs Mable’s Death
Every town has a ghost story that has been passed down from each generation to the next. The small town of Whisper’s Creek was no different. Each Halloween, groups of children would whisper the urban legend to the new kids in town.
By Louise Sly6 years ago in Horror
The New You. Second Place in Spooky Shorts Challenge.
It had been an ordinary Tuesday morning until Timothy found a tiny ear nestled behind his... well, behind his 'normal' ear.
By Christopher Donovan6 years ago in Horror
Skiatook Oklahoma
Oklahoma. The state shaped like a frying pan in the sweltering southern half of The United States is infested with historic landmarks. A large wardrobe stuffed to the brim with skeletons. From the major economic literal desert of The Dust Bowl, to the reapers scythe of the Native American Reservations developed after the 2,200 mile trek, The Trail of Tears. The wind that “sweeps down the plains” the passing of haunting memory. You could say the ground we built upon is a mass grave. The tall buildings of downtown Tulsa the headstones of the casualties of The Tulsa Race Riots that gutted the famous Black Wallstreet. Still today there are movements to reestablish the city to move away from the grotesque past for a brighter future. However, the past never forgets.
By dee6 years ago in Horror
Mr. Owens
Annie was smart. Everyone said it. However, she was prone to crumbling under the weight of peer pressure. Which was why she ended up in the creepy old murder house. Alone. At midnight.
By Ellowyn Beimler6 years ago in Horror
Wayfarer
Josephine liked biking late at night. She lived in the same neighborhood her whole life so she knew every route and secret gems of this town. She would describe it as a neighborhood where everyone knew everyone. White-picket fences and awfully bright green lawns were the norm, it was expected of every neighbor in this town to upkeep that sort of perfection.
By C6 years ago in Horror
The Church
The yellow and red leaves were falling off the trees with every gust of wind that kicked up. This was yet another picture perfect fall day in October, and I and my mom had plans for the day.
By Yvette McDermott6 years ago in Horror
The Final Flicker
“Hello! My name is Robin Shadows, and I hope y’all are doing good. In today’s episode, I will share with you brave souls the truly chilling tale of THE CANDLE JOCKEY.
By Michael Lirag6 years ago in Horror
The protective candle
I awake in a cold sweat in the middle of the night for what feels like the ninth night in a row. Its always the same dream that gets me: Im alone in a dark, cold wooden shed. There is no doors, and the only light aside from the moon came from a candle sitting on the window 🕯. Im in the middle of the floor and i cant move. Any time I try to cry out for help, there's no sound. Now that i think of it, there was virtually no sound other than my losing my mind telling myself "This is only a dream". In the midst of my frantic pleading to myself, the candle blows out and there's a bone rattling chill accompanied by a strange sound i could barely make out. My eyes are drawn to the window, and what ever i see next is what awakens me. My family has a history of mental illness, so i tend to go to therapy to try and grasp why i have these constant dreams and to see if its anything to worry about. "What in your life is going wrong? Is there anyone in your life giving you problems?" Etc. None of which helps, as life is pretty good so far. My friends are cool, plus ive been having these dreams for the past couple weeks and aside from the creeps and the constant feeling of being watched, im usually fine. But today, something felt different. I told my self i wont get scared, that id try and figure this out in the dream. I get home after work and get ready for bed, eager but also terrified of what could have me terrified all day without even knowing what it is. Dream starts the same, this time however im silent. Observing everything. The wood smells damp and decayed. The air smelled stale and it was warm. The candle is lit and for some reason seems to be alive, as if it's been watching me. I can feel something different this time. Id usually be crying like a child by now, but this time im determined to find out what's been tormenting me. The lights been flickering like normal, but something in me makes me scream "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME" which is surprising because before this I was never able to hear anything. The light keeps flickering, but its slower. "What do you keep saying to me?" The flame stops at that moment. I awake, but this time i feel almost normal. I call my sister about it, she's more into spiritual things than i am so she seemed like the best person.
By Josh Marcus6 years ago in Horror
Dear Diary
28th August, 1996 Hi, my name is V! Short for Victoria. I’m 8 years old. I got a new home today and my own room. I now live at 2158 Logan Drive with my mom, my dad, my sister, my dog Perro and my new friends Johnny Way, Elizabeth, Zara, and Keisha, and now you Diary! I’m in the second grade. I love to play with my barbies and play soccer. My favorite color is red. My favorite food is my mom’s spaghetti and meatballs. YUMMY! My mom says it's time for bed. Goodnight Diary! I can’t wait to talk to you again tomorrow.
By Semone James6 years ago in Horror
Mr. Crinkle
On a Halloween afternoon, Mr. Crinkle was shopping at his local corner store. Outside there were strong winds; making the trees brush against the store window. “Damn wind, a storm is coming for sure.” said the Clerk out loud for anyone to hear him. Mr. Crinkle just huffed as he filled his basket with candles and salt. He then approached the register with his basket of items. Suddenly, a group of trick-or- treaters run inside. “Trick or treat!” the children screamed with excitement. “Here, take it you parasites!” said the Clerk as he handed them expired candy. The Clerk smiled in a joking way but the kids’ faces turned from excitement to frightened while in the presence of scary old Mr. Crinkle.
By Jackie Villa6 years ago in Horror
The Quietest House. First Place in Spooky Shorts Challenge.
The greatest horrors happen in the most unassuming homes. That’s what my grandmother told me before she died. When I asked my father what it meant he looked over at mother and a silent exchange occurred. When it was done, he simply told me to forget it. I suppose he just wants to shield me from the bleaker realities of life.
By Arksong6 years ago in Horror