fiction

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.

  • Alyssa Ramos
    Published about 3 hours ago
    Chapter 3 - Michelle

    Chapter 3 - Michelle

    TW: References to domestic violence
  • Clayton Nault
    Published about 8 hours ago
    Help Me, Father

    Help Me, Father

    “Father Byron, She’s ready.” she may have been ready but I was not.
  • Nicholas Efstathiou
    Published about 9 hours ago
    Sister and Wolf

    Sister and Wolf

    Any day can go from bad to good, and good to bad. Today, today was the latter.
  • Nicholas Efstathiou
    Published a day ago
    Corpses on the Field

    Corpses on the Field

    The bodies were sprawled across the ground and stacked upon one another, the closer we drew to the entrance of the dugout.
  • SUPER AFFILIATES NETWORK ORGANIZATION
    Published a day ago
    Tales From Hell
  • Overlook
    Published 2 days ago
    I Dare Not Rest My Tired Eyes

    I Dare Not Rest My Tired Eyes

    I don’t know what further time I still have ahead of this moment before he makes his return to drag me back to the dark place with him. I can already feel his tug on the line of consciousness that keeps me tethered to this waking world. His torrid touch coils around my wrist like a serpent silently strangling fresh prey. He is ready to bring me away with him, to a place beyond the walls of time and sleep, where I fear I will never be allowed to wake again. I await now his return in solemn silence, writing this for any other who may know the weight cast down by the oppression of the fear that he causes. If these passages speak to you, then know that you are not alone in this, that you are not the first to look upon his face, and you will not be the last.
  • ROAR x
    Published 2 days ago
    Charlot Emery Cole

    Charlot Emery Cole

    Full name: Charlot Emery Cole
  • Nicholas Efstathiou
    Published 2 days ago
    Skulls in the Hollow

    Skulls in the Hollow

    We trudged through the snow toward an outpost Isaiah had established on the western edge of the village. It was from there, I learned that most trouble arrived and was thus the most dangerous position. There were always three villagers stationed at the outpost. If need be, I was informed, two could fight, and the third would either call or go for help.
  • It's Ranting Bob!
    Published 2 days ago
    A Culpable Love!
  • Brian Pomphrey
    Published 3 days ago
    Red Moon

    Red Moon

    The moon. Illuminating itself like a stranger glaring into nineteen year old Red’s kitchen window. Fair skin, flowing red hair and a petite frame, she retrieves cookies from the oven, only to burn her hand causing them to fall on the tiled floor and shatter. She tosses them away and sighs. Grandma will have to deal with store bought.
  • Nataliya Voco
    Published 3 days ago
    Marilyn & Boy

    Marilyn & Boy

    View over dessert. Strange. CLAUSTROPHOBIC. It’s NIGHT. There are HILLS OBSCURING view of farther desert. The grass is dead. Eerie light maybe because of dusk. or white night. The whine of the WIND can be heard and distorted noise of rams and the BELLS that hang around their necks.
  • Brian Pomphrey
    Published 3 days ago
    Savior of the Earth

    Savior of the Earth

    We dock at the station twenty minutes before detonation. The world is counting on us. My name is Nick. John, Mary, and I have been on this mission for two weeks. Our world has been in suspense as a large asteroid the size of Europe headed in our direction. That was until I, along with my colleagues, came into the picture. Now victory is within our grasp.