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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 Doll's Curse
In a quaint little town nestled deep within the woods, there stood an old abandoned mansion, shrouded in mystery and whispers of the past. For decades, the mansion had remained untouched, its darkened windows and crumbling walls serving as a haunting reminder of the secrets it held within.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ2 years ago in Horror
The Cursed Gift
In a quaint little town nestled deep in the countryside, there lived a young girl named Emily. It was her 10th birthday, and her parents had prepared a special surprise for her. As Emily unwrapped the beautifully adorned box, she couldn't contain her excitement.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ2 years ago in Horror
The Haunted Room
In the sleepy town of Ravenswood, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering forests, there stood an old mansion with a dark secret. The mansion was said to be haunted, its halls echoing with the whispers of restless spirits and its rooms hiding untold horrors.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ2 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Mathews Manor: A Tale of Terror
Nestled among the rolling hills of the English countryside, Mathews Manor stood as a grand testament to a bygone era. With its towering spires, ivy-clad walls, and sprawling grounds, it was a place of both beauty and mystery. But behind its stately façade lay a dark secret, one that would haunt the manor and its inhabitants for generations to come.
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Horror
Beyond the Snow Wall: A Terrifying Encounter with Otherworldly Creatures
The small town of Frostwood nestled deep within the icy embrace of the northern wilderness was known for its picturesque landscapes and serene tranquility. Yet, beneath the pristine blanket of snow that blanketed the town, lay a chilling secret that few dared to whisper about. It was a tale woven with whispers of ancient legends and eerie folklore, a story of creatures that lurked beyond the snow wall, waiting to unleash terror upon the unsuspecting inhabitants.
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Horror
Small Town Murder
The events of this story are entirely fictional, any resemblance to real life events or people is coincidental. Small Towns are usually nice places to live. The population is sparse and people are much nicer than the city folk, who are so busy and stressed they don't have time to say hello, they find anyone who does to be strange. For example; London is infamous for having an unfriendly and rude population, but I can't even blame them. I hate cities to be frank. Sure, the many different shops are exciting to visit and the nightlife is excellent. I've had so many friends who went to university in the big British cities, like Liverpool and Manchester (I'm from the north of England). They made so many friends it was unreal, they honestly had the time of their lives meeting so many different and unique characters. So it's not all bad living in the city, but I personally find it stressful, and that's putting it lightly! When you're crammed into a tiny train, tram or bus like tuna fish, with the most obnoxious, drunk and aggressive people, it is a nightmare. You get so washed up in all this madness, you end up going insane a little bit too. Along with all this frustration, of rushing around trying to get from point A to B, alongside being overwhelmed by crowds of people, it's no wonder so many city boys go crazy and are so loud. Crime is rampant in the city, the many crime thrillers set in New York or Chicago aren't entirely fictional, it's all based on real terror. That's why when a murder happens in a metropolis, it's never talked about (unless it's particularly horrific) because it is in these concrete jungles where the scum tends to hide.
By Joseph Roy Wright2 years ago in Horror
Dreams of Darkness
In the quiet town of Willowbrook, nestled among ancient forests and shadowed hills, there was a house that stood apart from the rest. It was a place whispered about in hushed tones, its dark history woven into the fabric of local legend. This was the house of the dreamer, where nightmares were born.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ2 years ago in Horror
The Haunted Highway
It was a dark and stormy night when Sarah found herself driving alone on a deserted highway. The rain poured down in torrents, and thunder rumbled ominously in the distance. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white with fear.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ2 years ago in Horror
Nightmares Come True
Ever have a nightmare? Not a weird one. A nightmare so vivid, it is almost mistaken for reality. Almost like a premonition of sorts, a vision of the future that may just come true. We also have good dreams, of fame, fortune and good luck. Funny how these fantasies never come true though, isn't it? As a writer, I dream my books have sold millions overnight, only to realise I haven't made a single penny. Reality is often disappointing. So when you dream; a episode of misery, it is more likely to come true. As depressing as it may sound, our brains can work out the math and show us an impending disaster before it truly happens. Now it may not turn out exactly like our dreams depicted, but somehow they can grasp the general fate of a bad situation before it occurs. Maybe it's from a series of past bad experiences, where your memory kicks in and shows you a possible outcome of the horror that awaits. The following is a tale of a woman named Faye, who ignored her nightmares and walked straight into mortal danger. What a silly girl she is! Every night, Faye dreamt about drowning. The first nightmare was when her car crashed into a nearby river, on her way to work, she was locked inside and couldn't escape the sinking vehicle. Another time she was walking across the bridge to work, it began to crack and fall apart, she'd run away fleeing, only to fall into the water below and awake. Another time she was looking through the eyes of a construction worker, who was tightening the huge rusty bolts, with a wrench, the bolt snaps because it's fragile and so the whole bridge falls, crushing her into the water below. Her dreams were about that horrible bridge she always hated, it vibrated wildly and rocked during harsh winds. It was a pale blue relic, that was more rust than paint, this bridge was busy but the council had been too lazy to repair or replace it. Somehow she knew this old bridge was unstable and dangerous, but she was too shy of taking a different route to work and ignored her gut instincts as simply childish fears. Yet every time she drove over the crooked old thing, her dreams would come back to her, so clearly she often found herself waking up in bed again, as her nightmares seemed to blur between sleep and reality. It was a surreal and terrifying experience, every time felt so real, it slowly became more and more indistinguishable from real life. Her mind was warning her about the dangers of this old relic, yet she continued to drive over it, Again and again, as it was the quickest route to work. The anxiety was getting ridiculous, but she just refused to drive another way around. This pattern continued for months, until one day, her nightmares came true. The bridge to work made a sudden jolt one morning, and she was right in the middle of it. Driving 60 miles per hour, had caused her to crash the car into another vehicle. The impact stung like hell, but things were about to get far worse for poor young Faye, and the hundreds of others who were on this bridge. She knew for certain this was no dream, as the pain she felt was far too intense to be an illusion of the mind. People screamed as the steel ropes connecting the bridge began to snap and ping, almost at random, as the bridge swayed left and right. Ping, ping, ping! The steel ropes broke at terrifying speeds, then she heard a loud roar. It was the sound of metal beams bending, finally crumbling down due to decades of wear and tear. The road slanted, suddenly, winding down towards the strong water below. The sight made her feel sick, the height was frightening. Vertigo took over her entirely, she closed her eyes and tried to wake up, but this was no nightmare this time. It was really happening! Her car began to slide down, so she brakes harshly and climbed out, the vehicle raced down into the water below her. A big splash joined the other fifty cars, that were bombing the river. The sounds of screams, metal breaking and cars smashing were torturous to hear. The reality was far more terrifying, than any of her nightmares ever were. They were just warnings, the real deal was downright nauseating to live through. She felt dizzy and sick, on the verge of blacking out. Without her consent, she fell unconscious and hoped she'd awake in her bed. She didn't. Instead, Faye's body went limp and joined the many cars and people in the pool party below. She awoke the moment her body hit the water, this time Faye wasn't in bed, she was swimming. All around her people were dying, some drowning, others were crushed under debris and a few of them were burning. Oil from a tanker had set the water ablaze, so she swam away from its fire. The heat was burning her, so she dived under the water, which was boiling hot. The woman squirmed and fought, but she was simultaneously cooked and drowned, eventually dying along with the rest of them. If Faye had just respected her nightmares, obeyed their warnings and took another route to work; she would've lost those nightmares and avoided her early death. Instead, she thought they were nonsense and walked towards her own doom. Maybe you, yes you, the reader, will pay attention to your nightmares. Otherwise you might just end up dead!
By Joseph Roy Wright2 years ago in Horror
A Bad Work Day
Fictional tale of a man who has the worst work day imaginable! They say, all it takes is one bad day, a single 24 hour period of misfortune and bad luck, to turn the most sane man insane. Now work is a chore, it is something most of us have no choice but to do. Whether or not you love working for a living, it is pretty much a given if you want to survive. For many it becomes routine, they make work friends and travelling isn't too frustrating. Yet, for Kieran Smith, his work life was hell. He didn't have a nice job in a clean office or cosy book shop. No, he worked in a grey, old, ugly and rusty warehouse. Kieran hated what he had to do, it was often cold and dark inside the building too. His job consisted of taking stock from one side of the warehouse, to the other and tidying the mountains of stock, that the regular staff were too lazy or depressed to keep clean. You see, he was a manager of this warehouse and the responsibilities he had were often too much for anyone to handle. He had to cover for everyone who called in sick (which was a lot) and be responsible for those who frankly, couldn't give any effort at all, even if it meant losing their job. He was the one who picked up the pieces every time and typically only got grief from the business owners, since things never went smoothly. The whole six years he'd been manager, there wasn't a single day where things didn't go horribly, horribly wrong. However, he always pushed through it, growing more and more bitter and frustrated by the day. The years of torture was building on him though, not just mentally, but physically too. The workload was heavy and agonising, lifting big heavy loads of office supplies all day would destroy anyone's back. He honestly thought he could manage it all though, that was until the unimaginable happened. It was on a particularly busy Monday night when it happened. The incident that led to absolute horror and blood shed. Kieran was super busy, working a 20 hour shift, he had spent the last five hours clearing an area, that a new member of staff named Andy, let collapse out of sheer carelessness. Don't worry, he gave the little rat a good scathing, but it was up to Kieran to clean this mess, while still having to do regular management duties on top of this. So far, the night had been a disaster, but he was somehow managing, although barely. Now perhaps he had gone a little too easy on Andy, for he presumed this was just a fluke, a one off work accident that would never happen again, at least not during the same shift. He was wrong. Just as Kieran was mere minutes away from finishing the job, so he could finally go home and be with his wife and kids again; Andy crashed his forklift into the mountains of stock and it all fell over, crushing both of them. The crash was epic, as metal, plastic and concrete stock smashed all over the hard floor. Everyone stopped and stared, the impact sounded like an explosion. Somehow, miraculously, both Kieran and Andy survived this, but only one of them would leave that warehouse alive that night. For Kieran had lost his mind, it was the agony and fear of that massive scaffolding crushing him and the realisation he'd have to clear it all up again and that it was mostly broken, including some of his bones. This enraged the stressed manager, and he knew he'd get the blame for not firing Andy for making the first accident. Andy cried in pain, the forklift did little to protect him, he was bloody and injured, but would've survived with proper medical care or attention. Unfortunately for him, Kieran wasn't so caring. "He- help me... Please." Young Andy begged, crying hysterically. "He- help... You?" Kieran laughed strangely, "help you?!" "Please..." Andy cried. "Help. You?!" Kieran repeated, standing up, looking like some bloody zombie, full of cuts and limping from his many broken bones, "help you?!" He laughed maniacally. Andy just stared, so afraid his pain almost ceased. Kieran forced his hands around Andy's throat. "Wha- what are you doing?!" Andy choked. Kieran added pressure, tightening his grip around Andy's neck. "Pl- pl- please... St- stop!" Andy struggled. "Help you?!" Kieran laughed, strangling the poor man. "Get off of him!" A warehouse employee cried, racing over to the scene. Somehow, despite his injuries, Kieran punched the heroic employee so hard, he fell backwards, knocked his head and fell unconscious. Several more members of staff raced to Andy's rescue but it was already too late. Kieran had strangled Andy to death. The news spread like wildfire. Headlines such as, "World's Worst Boss kills employee", "My Boss Killed me!" and "A job so awful it might just kill you" were just some of them. As for Kieran, police raided the warehouse and arrested the lunatic who was still screaming "help you?!" Like one of those annoying toys you'd give your grandchildren. He was soon to be considered mentally unstable and was put into care, he now resides in a care home for the criminally insane. Apparently all he does is sit in a chair, rocking back and forth chanting the same words "Help you?!" barely ever breaking out of this trance. As for the warehouse, it was shut down the same night, everyone was made redundant, but after witnessing a murder like that, most of them never wanted to work again anyway. The business owners were investigated and were sued for improper treatment of their staff, the judge concluded that the work conditions here were too demanding and inhumane which inevitably led to Keiran's insanity. The business has not reopened since.
By Joseph Roy Wright2 years ago in Horror
