Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Horror.
The Broken Music Box
Their are all gone their energy pulled away from me, abandoning me in my own sadness and regret. I can feel that I'm alone, a punishment in may way with a silence that's deafening to me, I'm so used to their energy so used to them around me.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Horror
Keeper of the corn
There is a farm hidden deep within the darkest depths of a forest, that is locked in a time that's almost forgotten. A forest which is made up of pines with needles so sharp the can cut the flesh of any who pay no attention to their step, for all most remain alone that path that curls its way to a clearly at the heart of this forgotten forest.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Horror
The New Owner
The new owner pulled into the long driveway. She had not come to see the hose before she bought it. The word of the old house owner was good enough for her. On both sides of the driveway were two large stained boulders. The boulders were half red on the top. The bottom of the boulders was half black and half purple. The boulders on the right side were just outside the fence that surrounded a very big yard. As the new owner made her way up to the gate latch to open the door to the gate, she decided to take a better look at one of the boulders. Looking at the boulder to the left of the gate door, she could see a figure hidden inside the boulder. It was a young woman with her hands reached up like she was trying to get out. Her face from the shapes it was making looked as though she was crying. She placed her hand on the stone to see what it felt like because the person looked so real. The surface of the stone boulder was smooth like a plastic bottle. The owner moved her hand back away still staring at the boulder. As she turned back toward the gate, she thought she saw the eyes of the person on the boulder open. She quickly turned back to the boulder to see that the eyes were still closed. The owner shook the thought and the image out of her head. The other boulder she decided on the right side of the gate looked the same. The only difference with the boulder on the right is that it was a male figure etched into the stone. The owner continued with opening the gate to the yard. The old house owner was true to his word about the house from what she could see.
By Shelly Bartley6 years ago in Horror
Sinister - A Movie Review
Be on the lookout for creepy ghost kids in the hallway. Sinister was released to theaters in 2012. A writer and his family move into a new home. Ellison finds a box of super 8 home movies in the attic. Witnessing the murderous stories of each film, the true-crime writer realizes the actual terrors that have happened in the house.
By Marielle Sabbag6 years ago in Horror
The Old Woman and the Burning Candle in the Window
I am a ca re giver. The old woman I sit with, Diane, has dementia and Alzheimer's, so she can't remember much at any given time, and that's ok, I've known her my entire life and is a dear friend. Her house is a 5 minute drive from mine and we live in the backwoods. However, her house, is now a home for a demonic spirit. How do I know you ask? Well, sit tight, and enjoy my days of terror.
By FindingYourFlowers6 years ago in Horror
The Black Moon Of Lilith
Thunder rumbled in the distance, as huge raindrops pelted the muddy ground. Alex stuffed his hands in his jean pockets to keep warm. It was only 5:00 pm, but the overcast winter sky was almost as dark as night. Shivering as he paced down the sidewalk, he scanned the street for any kind of awning or overhang. He craved a cigarette, but smoking was impossible in this weather.
By Cheryl Lynn6 years ago in Horror
the Christmas candle
Christmas was not molly's favourite time of year, to many bad memories from childhood and beyond meant she paid it little heed. Now single and living miles from her nearest neighbours she could pretty much pretend it didn't happen. She had no tree, no twinkling lights and the only decoration of any kind was the candle in the window.
By ASHLEY SMITH6 years ago in Horror
In the Night Woods
When I started the hike into the woods, I should have realized I was going to get hopelessly lost. Bill and I had yet another explosive fight this morning. It was the stupidest thing; we couldn’t agree what to do on Halloween. He wanted to go to a huge costume party, I just wanted to drive around the neighborhood and watch the kids trick-or-treating.
By Anne Sewell6 years ago in Horror
