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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.
Twelve O' Three
Gracie was never the type of girl who found herself admiring the Disney princesses, but she did find herself sympathizing with Bell from “Beauty and the Beast” more than she’d ever admit. Gracie saw how misunderstood Bell was for being the only girl in town who strived to get an education and how powerful her love for books was, and felt as though she could relate to what she was going through since in her own small town of Rogersville Tennessee, she was one of few girls her age with a passion to expand her horizons past getting a day job at Red Dogg on Main. She was captivated by Bell’s ability to become fully immersed in her books. Gracie connected to Bell’s ability to escape her small town, even just for a little while, to the places in which she yearned for.
By Brandi Harden6 years ago in Horror
The Revenant
It was particularly cold the evening Carlyle followed Mooney’s light pitter-patter towards the cemetery to visit his mother. Carlyle gently placed a single peony on her grave as Mooney pawed at a dead leaf. Carlyle watched as Mooney suddenly sat with his ears erect. Then with a little meow raced off in the direction towards the Norfolk woods blending in perfectly with the winter snow. Carlyle followed with a quickness.
By Rachel Moment6 years ago in Horror
The Immortalization of Bad Deeds
Deafening sirens, sharp pangs of pain, and the heavy scent of blood; The first flashes of life as he awoke. The man found himself on the floor of an unfamiliar chamber, unsure of how he had arrived. All he knew for certain was his name; Elijah. He attempted to rise slowly from the ground, and found no strength in his limbs causing him to tumble back onto his bottom. He remained there a moment longer, content with his body’s betrayal. Something within the room demanded his attention however. It tugged at him so deeply that he was left no choice, but to rise in its pursuit.
By Vagabond Writes6 years ago in Horror
The Gift
When my father died, he anointed me with his debts. The man was penniless in life and struggled financially; traits that I wouldn’t wish upon my enemy, were endowed upon me. Anything that required financial responsibility or even capability was better left for those with the blood that could afford such delights. He was, simply, simple. My uncle, however, was very different.
By Xavier Christensen6 years ago in Horror
I Can Help You With That
I Can Help You With That Everyone has a story. Some are more tragic than others. Some are just plain weird. Mine is a mix of both. I am telling you this because my story could have been prevented had I seen the signs. Or just not been so naïve. So a word to the not-so wise. Take caution, because not everything is as it seems.
By Michael Warren 6 years ago in Horror
The Scratchcard
It was the end of another day. A day of simply going through the motions. Roger finds himself waking up, going to work and then off home again. A rinse and repeat type of routine. Excitement was hard to come by or rather afford. Providing for his family gave him little time to himself and as much as Roger loved them, he needed a little alone time before heading home today. He decided to take a detour through town, to take in the sights as it were, despite there not being too much to see. He hoped that something, anything at all interesting would happen, to liven up his day.
By Rory Westerman6 years ago in Horror
Little Black Book
Angie Fischer was a twenty-two-year-old medical assistant that battled day-to-day protocols of dealing with the coronavirus. Today was her first day off in about a month and she was going to go out on her own and enjoy a quiet night in the town, away from all the dying patients and mood swings of the egotistical doctors that she worked for. Living in the Bay Area is very expensive but the one thing you can do is walk around the beautiful sights and clear your mind. The BART station wasn’t far from where she lived, so her thoughts were to throw on some headphones and walk around the shopping outlets and escape the hospital for as long as she could. Angie left from work a little late, around five-thirty in the afternoon, but after a brief period at home, she was determined to make it out. She felt she deserved a day all to herself.
By Raul Rivera6 years ago in Horror
The Void Enigma
Charlie was an introverted and curious kid. He lived in a small town in Nevada where nothing interesting ever happened. People were born, raised and lived their entire lives in this town without ever really venturing out. They worked on farms, or in factories nearby. There were no tourists, or visitors. The town wasn’t even located on some maps. It was a quiet, self-sufficient, uneventful and isolated place.
By Stephen Monsanto6 years ago in Horror
