Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
Just a slip
So many dishes. Angelica a creative soul, loved cooking; it was her gift you might say. When it came to cooking, she had a thirst for knowledge. She saw food as the life blood of humanity. On this night her themed dinner party creatures of the night was an absolute smash. All the guests wore ghoulish or demonic costumes contributing to the theme. She was the Queen of the damned with her pale skin, rose red lips, matched gothic earrings and low-cut evening dress. Well at least for tonight.
The street light at the corner flickered in its usual pattern. A painfully slow and steady on and off, like a zombie cashier, still ringing that can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle because he has quite figured out he’s no longer on of the living. Apart from that, Ellen’s Street was void of life. In a town like Halesend not much went on after dark. That statement was even more true at 3 am, the witching hour for most people, but for the folks of Halesend, it is more commonly known as Hellen’s Hour. For that was who this very street claimed its name. Ellen Hale, the wife of the town’s founder Arthur Hale, was rather infamous in these parts.
The paranormal hot spot
My name is Gregory Stine and I bought a house not just any house an old plantation house in southern georgia. The house was beautiful I saw it and was suddenly drawn too it. Something about this house just made seemed like the home I needed in my life. I was leaving the city of atlanta to live on the outskirts of Savanah.
The Flying Object
Silvo leans over to kiss her but stops when a shadow blocks the moonlight. He looks above and a flying object passes. “What was that? Did you see it?”
Woody Johnson’s meat (Redux)
“Damned antifa bastards! Make sure he hits the pavement hard!” Woody was furious. Well, furious was probably an understatement. He had almost been killed, or at least very nearly been maimed, and for a man that couldn't even handle the inconvenience of buying his own coffee, the thought that he could have been subjected to a life of disfigurement, death, or the worse outcome: an early retirement, filled him with the kind of rage that he could feel all the way under his fingernails.
Showdown With A Demon
Have you ever felt that you were being watched in the comfort of your own home? Your home should be your fortress that nothing should be able to penetrate, but yet, you still feel that something is watching, waiting, listening to your every move.
The bedroom was blazing yet Vanessa was freezing, attempting to bury her head in her pillow and wrapping herself tighter in her blankets, trying to force herself to return to the blissful nothingness of sleep. She lazily turned her head to look at her alarm clock to see that she overslept again. She lost count on how many times she’s been late, but she doesn’t care. Flashes of the night that changed her life forever keep reeling in her head as she struggles to remove the blanket off of her chest as the reality of leaving her house into the monstrous world made her feel sick to her stomach. She manages to trudge through her filthy room, seemingly on auto-pilot, to her even more unkempt bathroom and stares into her soul through dead eyes. The only thing she sees is someone who should’ve been the one to have suffered the night of the murder. Her friend Michelle was just getting her life started before it all came crashing down around her. A break-in gone wrong. Terribly wrong. Vanessa splashes cold water on her face, feeling numb to cold temperature, she strolls back into her room but stops dead in her tracks. In the far, dark corner of her room, just out of reach from the light of the sun piercing through her curtains, there sat a girl. Vanessa feels her heart in her throat and her blood turn to ice as she stares back at the girl with messy and matted dark hair with shredded black skin made of wet cloth and red eyes filled with hate and rage. Vanessa is a deer caught in headlights, not sure what the hell she’s looking at. The girl slowly moves her arm towards her to point. Her skin, dripping off the claws she’s pointing at Vanessa with, melts against the floor, and the daggers in her mouth peel through her lips in a psychotic, dreadful smile. Vanessa quickly jolts back into the bathroom and slams the door as fast as she could just as the girl leaps at her with malicious intent. Vanessa’s lungs, filled with fear and panic, tighten and release while her mind attempts to comprehend what just happened. She cracks open her eyes, fighting the tears that are already streaming down her face, she tries to enforce her grip but her hands won’t stop trembling and her brain won’t stop pounding against her skull. She strengthens her soul and swings the door open with her fists raised only to see she’s the only person in her hot, dark, and unclean room. She darts her head around, unsure where to have her focus. She finally lets her breath go only to be startled by the sudden ring of her cell phone. She cautiously walks to her nightstand, still looking around and questioning her sanity, and looks at who’s calling. It’s her mom. She sighs and fixes her composure, putting on the happiest voice she can muster. “Hi, mom! Good morning!” “Afternoon.” her mother responds disappointed. She continues “Where were you? The group was hoping you would show this time.”. Vanessa forgot she promised her mother she would show or at least make an attempt. “Yeah, no, mom I’m so sorry, but something came up. I’ll try harder next time.”. Her mother sighs “Oh Vanessa, did you have another nightmare? You know you can talk about this sort of stuff. If not in the group, then at least to me. You know that right?”. Vanessa knows her mother just wants to help, but there’s nothing she can do. No groups she can force Vanessa into, no amount of unanswered calls she can make, there just isn’t anything that can be said to make her forget or move past what happened to her or especially what happened to Michelle. There is no hope for moving on. “Yeah mom…..I know. I just need time to get myself together right now. I still have work, so I just don’t have that much time for group sessions.”. Vanessa’s mother knows when to quit going back and forth with her daughter. “Alright, hon, you get cleaned up for work. I love you, be safe.” “I love you too, mom.”. Vanessa hangs up the phone and plops on the bed. She could either get ready for work or take another day off. The latter, she knows, could lead to her termination. She exits her room, fully dressed for another mundane day at the editor’s office. As she collects her keys she zones out looking at the sink full of dishes. She and Michelle had been cleaning Michelle’s kitchen when they heard a loud crash from the living room. Vanessa was the one to grab the knife. That damned knife could’ve saved them from what was about to happen next. Michelle slowly walked towards the living room until a man wearing all black with a hood and a black ski mask stepped into the kitchen entrance. Michelle runs back and grabs her coffee pot to throw as a weapon.
As night drew nearer and it became cooler Royce took one, long final puff of his cigar. He saved the fat cigar for many months and now it was time for a celebratory smoke to remember his younger brother. The pint of high end liquor he brought with him also remained unopened until this particular day.
Dr. Fannin had called her in for a meeting. She knew what it was all about. She had been visited in her sleep by, Them. It was all a part of the plan to stop her. Since when did dying become a business? Well, ressurection, anyway. She was set to make billions. In this meeting, phase two of their plan would be implemented. Going into The good Dr.'s office she felt as though she could be happy again. Meeting her loved ones again would be total bliss for her. This would be her final time dying.
Henry and the Snoots
The older man in the green Volvo smiles at the woman turning left in the Subaru. It was his smile, he thinks, not for the first time, that finally led to his success in his liberation ministry. He had been unaware that as a young man, he scowled constantly. His face always projected a smug look of condescension; he rubbed people the wrong way, and he had to resort to less than ethical methods to practice his ministry in those days. He remembers his first efforts with shame.
There is an odd story of a man who hung himself after brutally murdering a family consisting of a husband, wife and two kids, one of which was only 2. They say that his rotted corpse, now pecked upon by crows and flies, still swings from the tree where he buried the family, their spirits lurking amongst the house and yard, looking to avenge their untimely death.
Scared of the Dark Yet?
It was dark. Not nighttime dark, which was comforting compared to this. This is the kind of dark where your only flashlight can't even bring light to the corners of the smallest room in your house. It was nighttime, but nowhere near as dark. You can hear your brother yelling in the other room, forced to use his phone as a flashlight, as you were doing as well. You make your way towards him, and go to the living room, where he is most likely complaining about the tv being off. When you shine your light into the room, however, he isn't there. That's weird, You think. The dogs started barking outside, but that's normal. Maybe the neighbor's dog is outside. You walk outside and see your parents sitting at the umbrella table talking. All of a sudden, they stop. You hear a low growling sound, kind of like some kind of truck, that seemed far away. Then silence. It's too silent for your liking. You're thankful when the silence is interrupted by the tell-tale sound of an airplane passing overhead, though something seemed a little off about it. You watch the airplane turn in a wide arc shape and hear gunshots that could only be from the plane. You run to the fence but see nothing. You thought you were just imagining the machine-gun airplane, but out of the corner of your eye you see movement, followed by another growly roar that was so much louder, you have no choice but to cover your ears. In the Blood Moon's light, you see the creature. It's huge, with dark scales covering its entire dog-like body and head. The only thing that was bright on it was its eyes, large as light pole lights, and glowing neon red, which was light enough to see its very small, slit pupils. It opened its mouth, showing very large, very sharp white teeth and bit the plane, tearing it in half as easily as you'd bite into a carrot. The plane fell, part of it crashing on the ground on your shed, which meant the creature was closer than you thought. More noisy airplanes arrived, followed by gunfire and growly roars that ended in the planes being torn apart. You run back inside to warn your brother, but you forgot your flashlight. You go outside again and see the creature is even closer. Four whip-thin tails wave around it like tentacles, uprooting trees, planes and cable towers. The dogs were still barking at the creature, trying to get close enough to nip at it's legs. Sirens started blaring in the distance and the creature stepped forward, its giant clawed paws making deep scratch marks in the ground. On its back were long, thin spines, which a plane was shooting at. One of the spines broke. Too close, you think as the broken spine piece hits the ground next to you, sharp end first so it stuck up out of the ground. You run towards the door, dropping your flashlight as you slam it. Inside, you see a short figure moving slightly. It's your brother. You walk towards him, but then a deep growl comes from his direction. Afraid, you attempt to grab his hand and bring him to the other room, but he won't budge. You pull on his arm, tugging him with you, and you feel him move. You walk with him towards the front of the house, but something isn't right. You look down and see that you're holding a bloody arm. You scream and drop the arm, then quickly cover your mouth. You hear a humming sound and look up, seeing your parents standing and looking at you. They look a bit slacked, and a bit of a rotting smell seems to be coming from somewhere. You know you need to get out of there, but you're cornered. Suddenly, your parents are floating, as if they're being controlled by a puppeteer. You hear a growling sound and see neon red eyes, followed by sharp white teeth. All turns agonizing red as the dark red creatures start eating you alive. You scream as one bites your arm and another bites your leg off, but your cries go unheard. I should have stayed outside, you think. Then everything is black.