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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.
Dream Eater
Michelle huffed angrily as she noticed that her dream catcher had fallen off the ceiling again. She checked under the bed, behind the nightstand, and even in the bathroom in case it had rolled inside. Nothing. No dream catcher and no sign of where it had gone. It wasn't as if it was uncommon or anything. Michelle had been replacing dream catchers for most of her life, but the older she got, the more annoying it became.
Joshua CampbellPublished 2 years ago in HorrorGame Gone Wrong
This is the third instalment of a Halloween collaboration series for our group Saloon For Writers. Please read the first part by Angela Derscha here (& check out her profile!).
Angela NolanPublished 2 years ago in HorrorThe Devil's Den
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The only light to ever live in these woods, unknown to all, shining like a lonely star in deep space.
CotardDelusionzPublished 2 years ago in HorrorThe Seedling Session
Louis Ommins was throwing a Halloween party. Not just your average Halloween party, though. Instead, it was a game that led your mind through a maze. It was a game he made up called The Seedlings Session. It's where you ask questions while carving pumpkins, and each time you refuse to answer the question, you have to eat a handful of pumpkin seeds. It was cruel to an extent, aside from the fact that pumpkin seeds are edible, and probably no one will refuse a question once they know the consequence.
Carnival: Carol of The Bells
A young man named Alex was bored on a bus taking him to his childhood home. The snow was light but the bus was silent. His older sister, Mary, was supposed to get on at the next stop. Though it had been five years, it felt longer. Yet, he was somewhat excited to see her and their dad. He remembered that his last Christmas with his family was also the last time he saw his mother alive.
Christopher ShaversPublished 2 years ago in HorrorGoblin Bites: Scary Stories 10
When Carl and Philip moved into their new home, they were filled with hope. The house used to belong to Carl's grandmother, who had bequeathed her home to them in her will. They had been wanting to move out of the city and back into the suburbs ever since their daughter, Lucy, was born, but could never afford to move out of their small apartment until now.
Natalie GrayPublished 2 years ago in HorrorGoblin Bites: Scary Stories 9
Many eons ago, there was a small village. Life in the village was peaceful, until a horrific plague began sweeping througout the land. The villages and towns of that day and age were no stranger to plague, but this one - dubbed the Blood Plague - was the worse any had ever seen. In the span of a single day, the Blood Plague had been said to wipe out every member of a village completely; it wouldn't spare any soul, slaying the newborn and the ancient alike in its path of destruction.
Natalie GrayPublished 2 years ago in HorrorSomeone Has Died
Someone has died. Of this, I am certain. I know it because I always know it. As I lie here alone in this big, empty bed and listen to the rain, I remember it as it returns to me, this feeling, this dread, skittering up and down my throat with a thousand little legs. It settles in my stomach like a great stone, a solid, sickening weight. It is rancid in its heaviness and unmistakable in its familiarity. Someone has died. I do not know who.
Yaziri HamisiPublished 2 years ago in HorrorGoblin Bites: Scary Stories 8
Ben absolutely hated carnivals. Everything from the rattletrap rides that were one loose bolt away from collapsing, the greasy, disgusting food that was literally Salmonella in a paper boat, and those annoying, terrible midway games. The midway games to him were the worst: every single one was totally rigged, so you always wound up spending three months allowance on trying to win a stupid, threadbare little plush toy you could buy at any discount toy store. On top of that there was always a crowd at the carnival, meaning hours upon hours of pushing and shoving to even get anywhere while trying not to get trampled by snot-nosed little kids and their often obese, negligent mothers.
Natalie GrayPublished 2 years ago in Horror- Top Story - October 2022
The Orchard Boy
It was packed full of people at the Hutcherson farm on October 20th, 2013. It was a Sunday, meaning each family had their children out and picked apples for the day. The line to get in wasn't that long, having due to a traffic guard right in the middle to guide each of us. Once parked, everyone would leave their vehicles and head straight toward the orchard.
The Move
A flash of lightning suddenly lights up the dark and lifeless room. It’s quickly followed by the sound of thunder, which vibrates throughout the mundane walls. The solitary window seems impenetrable yet shutters at the gusts of wind which come with the brewing storm. A thin shy girl looks around the four plain walls in despair, wiping away a solitary tear as her long dark hair blows across her face. As if moving through cement she drags her feet closer to the slightly opened window and peers outside. The floor below seems thousands of feet away and she becomes mesmerized by the distance.
Marty MedranoPublished 2 years ago in HorrorCarnival: Children's Toys
Charlie was a small boy, no more than 5. Charlie’s favorite thing was cookies and stuffed animals. In that order. One day, Charlie was playing in his dad’s backyard. He had come to like being there with all his toys. He didn’t mind all the yelling anymore. If it got bad, he would close his eyes and imagine playing with the toys. He knew he could always be happy in his imagination with his toys. Something always interrupted though. Like when his father pulled him from the backyard, through his mom’s house, past his mom holding her fancy clear cup, past his dad, into the car, and headed to his father’s house. This is how Charlie understood weekends.
Christopher ShaversPublished 2 years ago in Horror