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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.
The Closet. Content Warning.
“There was only one rule: don't open the door.” Mommy told me. No matter what you hear, do not open the door. But this is a hard rule to follow because he's hurting mommy and I want to help her. She doesn't know it but I'm really tough. For a moment I imagine I'm Spiderman and I lasso Harold in my web and fling him off the side of our one story house. Harold is like a balloon and I pictured him disappearing further and further into the sky until he is gone. 6 loud knocks outside, “YOU STUPID CUNT!” I pull at the bottom of my powder blue dinosaur pj's. I have a wedgie and I'm kind of thirsty. Mommy woke me up and made me get in here. I wonder how long it will be this time. I don't like being here, it smells funny in the closet. It smells like Harold’s black socks when he takes them off when he gets home. “Harold please.” I'm standing on shoes, I'm standing on one of Harold's nice shiny black shoes, the tops are kind of hard so I move my feat around till I'm standing on my mom's sneakers, they are much softer. I'm getting tired of standing and I crouch down. The coats and clothes in plastic bags are soft. I push them around so I can lean back against them, but they don't end up being a good pillow. I sigh in frustration from not being able to get comfortable. I wonder how much time has passed. My head bangs on the back of the closet…it was really loud. “What was that?” I hear a chair slide, a dull rasp as it moves against the grain of the hardwood floor in the kitchen. “What the fuck was that?” Loud thuds across the floor closer and closer to me. I feel warm pee soaking through the cotton of my pj's and run down my legs cold. “Harold no!” Mommy is screaming, I hear the clumsy steps and shuffles as mommy follows Harold to the closet. My stomach makes a gurling sound as I stare at the door knob, watching it slowly turn at first .. and then. The knob twists violently and the light shining into the closet is bright after being in the closet so long. I squint and wince in pain as Harold grabs and pinches my collar bone, my entire little shoulder fitting into the palm of his hand, his fingers dig into my flesh. He throws me a few feet across the room and it feels like lightning when my butt hits the floor, the back of my head feels cold where it cracked against the coffee table. I stare into the clouds of popcorn ceiling as the warm blood pools around my shoulders, my mother is crying and I am gone. ***If you or someone you know has been a victim of domestic violence help is available. Call 1-800-799-7233 to speak with a crisis representative.
By L.K. Rolan2 years ago in Horror
Reparative Pal Program four
It wasn’t long before the needle was pressed into my skin. Injecting me with that sedative he had in his pocket. Which makes me wonder how many times he’s done this before. And with how many other people like me. When he pulls the needle from my arm, he tosses it into a nearby trashcan. Something that I guess the janitors aren’t going to question at all. And I briefly consider screaming when his hand moved from my throat to my mouth. That asshole dropping to the mat and pulling me close with his other hand. Wrapping around me to keep me still. Obviously, it was to keep me from screaming or trying to fight him. Tears ran down my cheeks as John held me close. My head pressed into his chest while I slowly started getting too tired to struggle. After a few minutes or so, I was feeling loopy from whatever he injected into my arm, and I gave up struggling.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Horror
Deadly Destinations
Our world is a treasure trove of breath-taking landscapes, mysterious wonders, and awe-inspiring beauty. But some places hide behind a more dangerous surface, possibly turning the vacation of a lifetime into a nightmare. So let's take a virtual tour of the deadliest places on Earth-accompanied by their peril, which differentiates them from most intense places on the planet.
By News style2 years ago in Horror
The Plague of the Deep
The Erebus, a massive cargo vessel, had been navigating the vast and desolate waters of the Southern Ocean for weeks. The crew, a hardened group of twenty, had grown used to the monotonous rhythm of the waves and the constant hum of the ship's engines. The isolation was routine, the cold biting, but nothing they hadn’t faced before. That was until the day they discovered the ancient artifact.
By V-Ink Stories2 years ago in Horror
The Abyss Beyond
Edward Carrington had always been a man of science. An astronomer by profession, his life was dedicated to the study of the stars, the planets, and the infinite cosmos that stretched beyond human comprehension. His fascination with the universe had been a source of wonder and joy for years, but that joy began to curdle into something darker when he stumbled upon an old, weathered book at a second-hand bookstore on the outskirts of town.
By V-Ink Stories2 years ago in Horror
The Devourer of Memories
The small town of Ashford was a place of whispers. Nestled deep in the forest, its streets were lined with old, creaking houses and fog that seemed to cling to the ground like a shroud. The town had seen better days, but it was the sudden rise in cases of amnesia that truly frightened the residents. People were forgetting things—small details at first, but soon entire chunks of their lives would vanish, leaving behind only blank spaces in their minds.
By V-Ink Stories2 years ago in Horror
The Sinking City
The city of Arcanum was a place of mystery. Nestled on the coast where the sea met the cliffs, it was a bustling metropolis built atop the ruins of an ancient civilization whose name had long been forgotten. The old stones, weathered and worn, had been incorporated into the modern architecture, giving the city an eerie charm. Arcanum was a city of scholars, artists, and dreamers, drawn to its enigmatic past and the whispers of secrets hidden beneath its streets.
By V-Ink Stories2 years ago in Horror
The Three Bling Mice
The air in the ward was thick with the scent of disinfectant and fear. The padded walls, stained with the evidence of countless struggles, echoed the muffled sobs of the patients. In the corner, huddled together like frightened birds, sat three men – Jasper, the eldest, his eyes clouded with the vacant stare of perpetual madness, Edmund, his youthful face etched with a permanent frown, and Bartholomew, the youngest, his gaze flitting nervously around the room, his fingers constantly twisting and untwisting a frayed piece of rope.
By V-Ink Stories2 years ago in Horror
Last Christmas
Stavely Hall had been empty since the early 2000s, it had most recently, years before that, endured a protracted renovation. There had been ambitious plans to create a luxury spa, but the works were bedevilled by accidents and contractors folding, to the point it was simply abandoned. This glorious home of 300 years was neglectfully left to collapse while TikTok ghost-hunters and urban explorers gloated at its sorry decline. Denny-Z was no exception. He needed Christmas content, and Stavely’s tragic tale of the wronged housemaid was perfect.
By Simon Curtis2 years ago in Horror
