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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.
Hunting for Fill Ups
I was at this guy Aidan's house to play music. Johnny said we should keep an eye on him cause he was posting a lot, but I think he was just horny. He talked really serious about making a band. I didn't wanna practice more than once a week though. Yeah his songs were kinda good. But we were always drinking beers and smoking blunts at practice.
By A. S. Lawrencea day ago in Horror
The Alert
The storm outside was violent enough to rattle the windowpanes, but inside, Maya Chen found a strange comfort in the white noise of the rain. It was past two in the morning, and the blue-white glare of her monitor was the only light in the living room. She sipped cold coffee, her eyes burning as she nudged a vector line into place for an overdue client brief.
By Edward Smith2 days ago in Horror
I'm So Happy You're Staying With Us. Top Story - October 2026.
When Roger gets to a hotel, he likes to unpack right away and iron his shirts so that he's ready for his client meetings. Roger was finishing his last shirt, arranging the sleeve on the hotel's ironing board and bringing the iron down with a satisfying hiss, when the hotel phone rang.
By John R. Godwin2 days ago in Horror
Do Not Refresh
I eagerly waited for 7:00 pm to roll around - my favorite time of day. I logged into my PC, pulled up YouTube, and brought up the channel. At precisely this hour, my favorite live stream was coming on. This live stream channel focused solely on urban legends and hauntings many of which I've never heard of which made the show even more exciting. They came on once a week on a Friday at 7 pm and I never missed an episode.
By Jasmine Aguilar2 days ago in Horror
I didn't want this
“Next!” “Next!” “Next!” the technician called. My turn. Okay. Here we go. I’ve never been good with surgical procedures, but I chose this. Sort of. It had its benefits, at least. Everyone was getting one now, and I suppose this was the next step in technology. We had gone from having no phones to carrying smartphones everywhere.
By Aoife’s stories 2 days ago in Horror
File 409-Delta
The basement smelled like wet sandstone, flux core, and ozone. It was 3:17 a.m., the middle-of-nowhere hour when your town goes dormant, and the ground below feels silent. Elias Thorne adjusted the vernier dial on the Zenith Radio under the work light.
By Edward Smith2 days ago in Horror
Sound Quality
I was driving down I-95 toward Michigan, listening to my usual pop and rock playlist on the radio. Suddenly, the music faded and a faint beeping started up. As I got closer to the football stadium, the beeping grew louder. I tried to ignore it and keep going, but then it faded again. When I circled back past the stadium, the sound got louder and more intense. I started worrying I’d be late for work, but it felt like the sound was pulling me in, almost calling my name. It almost felt like I needed to be here.
By Marvin Rashaad | Red Dragon CreationsTm2 days ago in Horror
