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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.
The Sphere of Darkness
Chapter One: Cyn Mithra 1 A wind, pendulous and cold swept across the Fields of Present World. Cyn Mithra, her crimson eyes gazing out from the high balcony felt a stirring in her heart. A sense of ill pervading the world.
Marten HoylePublished about 4 hours ago in Horror
Open Mind: Chapter Twelve
“That sounds made up,” Adrianna scoffed. It was the first thing she had said to me all week, and it wasn’t even a conversation that she had been included in. I was speaking to Lily -- one of the girls who had taken a fondness to me since I landed myself in the Comfort Room. “I’ve known a lot of girls here, and not one of them said anything about no Open Mind treatment.”
The Hate
“You’re becoming more and more the spitting image of your mother every day,” Uncle Henry said. It was 1946. Lillith scoffed.
DJ RobbinsPublished about 8 hours ago in Horror
Karma
The grass waved as the gentle breeze ran through it. There was a young man standing in the middle of the field dressed solely in dark clothing. He was practicing his own form of mediation yoga. His black hair fell over his face briefly as he fell forward on the ground. A girl had appeared behind him dressed exactly like him. “Tommy!” she pushed him to ground when she hugged him. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
Stephy DoePublished about 9 hours ago in HorrorThe Rockhounds
Russ squatted over a hole in the ground deep in the backwoods of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. It was the morning of the Fourth of July, the sun was shining, and life was good. Russ had been spending his Independence Days like this his whole life. As a child, his Summers were spent camping outside with his Dad from the first of June to the end of August. In the Fall, it was deer camp with all the men on his Dad’s side of the family. They’d go up to Escanaba and roll out two big army tents, one for the “barracks” and one for the “mess”. Now, as a grown man in his thirties, he had his dream job, which was building mountain bike trails all across the country. His company had him traveling to remote locales all over the U.S., camping out in the rolling hills of some wooded outpost with a crew, a battalion of earth movers, and literally, blazing new trails in the wilderness. He’d grown quite accustomed to hearing the yipping of coyotes at night, the tickling of mosquitoes in his ears, and even shitting in the woods like a damn bear. He finished up his business with the hole and filled it in with the dirt he’d taken out with his trusty shovel.
Stephen PellPublished about 11 hours ago in HorrorMy yard has been invaded
I know, it simply seems like a local trick or something, that is additionally what I advised myself from the outset as well, some little snot singling out the elderly person down the road since the individual feels like they can. However, these probably lifeless trespassers of my modest property are doing unexplainable things; I'm not an eccentric man, but rather I can't start to envision the coordinations that would need to be included if this was all some sort of stunt.
The Demon of Rose Hill Cemetery
"Ugh… come on 9:30! Hurry up!" Alice whined staring at the clock above the desk in their room. "You not going to make it sooner? I don't even know why I'm going with you," Ben kicked at the blanket on his bed. They still looked a lot alike. Alice's hair was curly, and Ben's was straighter with a much shorter cut.
Stephy DoePublished about 13 hours ago in Horror
Wasp
MONDAY: I have to use the camera on my phone to see inside the bathroom vent. The disconcerting buzzing sound had been a nuisance for weeks now, and I was finally ready to investigate the source of the noise more closely.
Shawn IngramPublished about 13 hours ago in Horror
Timmy
Chapter 1 “Bye, Timmy,” giggled Amy in a high pitched voice. “I'll see you tomorrow. Don't forget to work on your music homework. “
Anton Mathias HeftPublished a day ago in Horror
Infinity Wheel: Chapter One
It was a few minutes before three p.m. on a hot, weedy August day. The yellow xoysia grass baked its alien shapes into the retreating green fescue. Gnats swarmed around the damp dresses on Miss Miriam’s clothesline. The sun put out a hard radiance that slowed down everyone and everything. Even the fat, mottled spider in Miss Miriam’s porch lattice just sat there with legs still.
Hollye B. GreenPublished a day ago in Horror
Through Her Eyes
Rain blasts against the broken window pane, but I just keep staring out, wondering when it will shatter fully… when the whole house will crumble down around me. The storm is raging, but no one else seems worried by it.
Mycheille NorvellPublished a day ago in HorrorHaunted
A DEAFENING SHRILL PIERCED THE CALM OF THE NIGHT like a sword through the ears. I fumbled from my deep sleep and successfully battled to turn on the lightshade beside my bed. A couple more female wails fluttered the entire air so loudly that they could rouse the dead. I had not enough time to even squint; terrific emergencies have a way of zeroing the average time it takes to adjust human vision against abrupt light.
Victor YatorPublished 2 days ago in Horror
