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.
*trigger warning: references to mental illness* . . It had been quiet for too long. Melody ran her fingers through her shoulder-length chocolate brown curls. She paused, as her thumb ring had gotten caught in her hair. "Why do I do this to myself," she mutters as she pulls her hair out of her ring and attempts to smooth it back into place. It's still silent in the apartment. It was the type of quiet that unnerves you, that silence you can 'cut with a knife'.
We are drifting somewhere outside of the Andromeda System. When I say we I mean those of us left on the SS Phobos. I remember once looking out in awe at the wonders of space. It was the first time I sat on the bridge of our ship with Clark and we were alone.
Max felt the warm, humid summer air in the open windows as he cruised along in his old pickup, and Sweet Home, Alabama played over the radio. He was driving on a narrow two-lane county road deep in the Arkansas Ozarks to a fishing spot his cousin Earl had told him of. Trees rushed by, hugging the road tightly, as the amber lighting bugs flashed slowly in the still summer air. The waxing moon, now at three quarters hung high in the sky.
All in my head Part 2 Startled, I sit up. I reach into the darkness, scrambling for the lamp string, sending all the items from the night table crashing to the floor. I finally find what I am looking for and pull. Yellow light illuminates the room, as I look around frantically reassuring myself that the old man is gone. That I was only dreaming, and it’s all in my head. I let out a heavy breath, I can feel the panic leaving my body as I breath deeply, exhaling the pain away.
There was so much blood. Red waves pulsed onto the leaf-scattered ground. Seeping into the softly packed dirt. Nothing could survive such loss.
All in my head Pt. 1 I wake to the sound of the creaky door. The pungent stench of cigarettes wafts through the air. His shadow creates a stretched out long black void as he stands in the doorway blocking the light. He clears his throat loudly, then turns his back to me and walks slowly out of the door.
Mermaid Sushi By: Christopher Thompson Photo Credit: Yemaya Naja Courtesy of Najaestic Entertainment It was the neon sign that first attracted me to the place. Almost no one uses neon anymore. At least, not in the classic style. Bright pink letters in English flashed to Japanese and were overlaid atop the blue and green silhouette of a mermaid.
Just 30 mintues outside of a pretty busy city was a small town. A small town with a great big tale to tell, or was it a tale at all? Perhaps it was a true tale? I'll let you be the judge.
There's a beautiful young woman hovering 20 feet in the air on a broomstick while sobbing quietly out in the driveway; hurling clothing, toiletries, and personal objects out the window of a suburban home and onto the lawn below with telekinesis.
“Bet you I can hit it on my first try.” “No you can’t.” Ben was wide eye as he looked on in anticipation for me to fire. He had never seen a gun up close so I had to show off a little. I took aimed and fired the shot with out thinking much at what it had been I was so willing to kill. The animal hit the floor as it’s body did a twitch that seem to stem from a reflex that reacted to late.
Hi’iaka. Hi’iaka. Hi’iaka. The faint chant of her name whispered with the wind as it blew through the leaves of the surrounding trees. Dark clouds rolled in and the sky thundered as rain began to pour in a heavy downfall. The pueo lay dead before the boys on the pavement. Bloody and motionless. La’akea shuffled away from it, but Kai’s bare feet were planted in place. His fist still tightly gripped the metal rod he used against the barn owl.
Emma hopped out of her silver suburban and stared at the sparkling lake ahead of her. She could not believe they were able to find an off-road path to the old boat launch point. The main road had a rusted gate that read, “CLOSED, DO NOT ENTER”. It had been years since the location was all over the news, so Emma and Cora figured it’d be the perfect, secluded camping adventure. “I could use a little help here, Emma!” Cora huffed as she struggled to hoist the canoe off the car. Emma shook her gaze from the lake and ran over to the car. “Oh, hold on Cora I’m coming!” Emma said apologetically. Emma and Cora lifted the canoe above their heads and carried it down to the launch, putting it down and adjusting the boat so it was halfway in the water and halfway on the gravel. Both caught their breaths and high fived. “I’m so excited we’re doing this!” Exclaimed Emma. Cora nodded, “Same here! Now, we need to load up the canoe with our gear. Then, we have two lakes to cross to get to the original site. There is a dam thirty minutes into the first lake that we need to carry our canoe and gear up. There is a nice spot where we can put our canoe into the second lake at the top. After that, we have just thirty more minutes of rowing before we hit land and we can hike into the forest there.” Emma took a minute to process just how much work they had to do before they finally reached the mysterious camping grounds. Emma said, “Oh man, OK, well let’s get started before we run out of daylight!”