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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.
Loop
Hey sir! Are you okay? Sir? I bent down to shake him, hoping he was just asleep. There was no movement. I check for a pulse and finding none. Oh shit he’s dead! I stand up and take two steps back tripping over something heavy and falling to the ground.
By Antonease Poindexter6 years ago in Horror
Chosen by Chance
It was a rare winter morning in the town of Glasserton, Oregon where the sun was shining and not a trace of moisture was to be found in the air. Being mid-February, the weather was known to rarely fluctuate from anything but cold, wet, and dreary; then again, today was different. Today was something special.
By Veronica Smeltzer6 years ago in Horror
The power of eyes
You know, when you have a child it is supposed to be one of the most joyous moments in life. A tiny person who will carry on your traditions and your legacy long after you have been gone. I could not wait to be one of those children, to go out into the world and make my parents proud, all of us here on Akrale could not wait. I am thankful that I was born with purple eyes and not red.
By Joshua Weathers6 years ago in Horror
Darkhouse
The mess was overwhelming. Gwen stood in the center of the dusted room, contemplating how to sort through the scrappy furniture and array of items. Gwen Kingston and her husband Felix had just purchased the small cottage connected to an old lighthouse. They planned to renovate the musty homestead that smelled of rotting fish and sandy seaweed.
By Madeline Smith6 years ago in Horror
The Order of the Crimson Collar
I never bought into the old adage that everything happens for a reason or that things are meant to be or not meant to be. I’ve always thought that was conciliatory verbiage peddled to those who needed some form of validation or comfort to atone for their mistakes or misfortunes.
By Michael Peregolise6 years ago in Horror
The Take Back
According to the estate sale’s brochure, the now-deceased Susan Delorme had built the house in 1973, inspired by the romantic French Provincial style. Grace studied the home’s rich but chipped night-blue brick, which outlined the home’s symmetrical round-topped windows with sunburst detailing. The house must have been beautiful at one time, she imagined, but now the sun only illuminated its wear.
By Rebecca Henderson6 years ago in Horror
Bag Boy
Umf! Watch where you’re going dammit. And of course, I drop the vase. It falls into the valley of space being pierced at light speed by my eyes, my hands incapable of stopping the inevitable as the Waterford crystal impacts and then disintegrates into a brilliant star, gone supernova at its inception.
By Yar Sheets6 years ago in Horror
Finding Ever After
"Lani." *Silence* "Lani." I turned over as I began to recognize that I was indeed hearing my name. It was my girlfriend. I peeked my eyes open and then saw on our nightstand the clock had 2 AM sprawled across. Slowly my eyes began to adjust to the darkness with nothing but the moonlight from the night sky gleaming through the window, and I could see she was looking at me with her big brown eyes filled with dismay and frustration.
By Chloe Jenkins6 years ago in Horror
