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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.
Nothing Happens In Canada. Content Warning.
"Demon" "Demon!" I wobbled, lifting my head up to two of the same blurry women screaming and pointing their fingers at me. I clawed at my ears as if it was the only way to keep my brain secure. I didn't feel sick, but I felt light, that couldn't be a good sign either. My double vision cleared revealing one woman standing in front of me. I reached towards her trying to speak, but only a scratching growl escaped my throat. She screamed again as I tripped and fell to my knees. I lazily re-opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I noticed water droplets falling heavily from the sky. I was in a storm, in a forest with mud splattered up my forearms and thighs. I felt... Incorrect. As if my body wasn't my own. I was dirty, pale, and I couldn't feel the cold air or the darts of water cutting into my skin. I had to find a doctor. While I tried to ground myself, I caught a glimpse of city lights shining through the rain. I pushed myself to my feet, ignored the women, and started my hike through the forest. "AHHHHH!" My arms were stiff and hard to move but I couldn't stand her screeching. Why won't she stop? What did she say before? Was it... Demon?
By Amber Fierceabout a year ago in Horror
The Exorcist
The Exorcist is the greatest film of all time. That’s just my unwavering personal opinion. You may not share it. That’s okay. Nobody’s perfect. If everyone could enjoy the perfect casting, superior direction, suspenseful writing, and chilling cinematography, we would never try anything new. Just look at how many times others have tried (and failed) to duplicate The Exorcist over time! I won’t even soil this review by mentioning the garbage Blumhouse put out. (But can you “believe” they want to make two sequels to that pile of cow dung? Wish I had that kind of money to burn!)
By E.J. V'Kantyabout a year ago in Horror
The Babysitter Who Came at Midnight: True or Not?
I was eleven the night I first met her. Or thought I did. My mom had a shift at the hospital, overnight and Dad was still in that unpredictable stage of his grief where he’d disappear for “a drive” and not come back until dawn. So I was alone, officially, even though Mom swore someone would “drop in to check” around midnight. I didn’t know then that what came to the house that night wasn’t someone. It wasn’t... normal.
By Ava Writes Truthabout a year ago in Horror
My Brother's Imaginary Friend Never Went Away
My Brother’s Imaginary Friend Never Went Away By ZIA ULLAH KHAN We used to laugh about it. Back when we were little and life was still tinted in soft yellows and safe routines, my brother Charlie had an imaginary friend named Benji. Not Benny, not Ben. Benji. A name too cartoonish to take seriously.
By ZIA ULLAH KHANabout a year ago in Horror
Beneath The Silence
Chapter One: The town of Hollow Pines wasn’t much—one main street, two stop signs, and enough pines to block out the sun. Most people stayed because they feared change more than the dark. But when children started disappearing, the darkness didn’t feel metaphorical anymore.
By Aria Writesabout a year ago in Horror
The Baby Monitor That Heard My Dead Sister's Voice
I was never the kind to believe in ghosts. Growing up, my sister Emily was the one who stayed up reading horror novels under the covers, watching ghost hunting shows with wide eyes, and insisting the attic door sometimes opened on its own. I was the older, grounded one. Practical. Skeptical. The kind who turned off the lights and said, "There’s no such thing," while she begged to keep the hallway light on.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Horror
