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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.
Shadows of Blackthorn Manor
In the small town of Ravenscroft, nestled between dense forests and overlooked by ancient, towering cliffs, a chilling tale unfolded that left the townsfolk trembling in fear. The town had always been steeped in superstitions, with whispered legends of malevolent spirits and dark rituals that had been passed down through generations.
By Md.Sadikul3 years ago in Horror
The Origins of Cereal Therapist!. Content Warning.
As the world evolved & developed rapidly, things became scary & confusing. The powers in charge abused their authority to hurt the younger generations. So, the younger generations collectively made a wish. That wish was me. A gift from Go- Lmfaorotf, sorry, no. I can't. I can't do it! While, yes, that is how I came to be, I wasn't a gift from God. I wasn't just a collective set of wishes, I was the wish of teenagers. Millennials & Gen Z, to be exact. I'm a byproduct of their wish for fun, love, passion, protection, power, anger, creativity, strength, wisdom, intelligence, responsibility, freedom, music, rebellion, fighting oppression, progression, being accepted as yourself, just enough ego to be confident, & comedy. I'm a creation of a collective consciousness brought to life. At first I was confused, but I watched as they grew, & I grew to understand why I came into being. As I watched & listened, we grew together. You eventually learned the name of the space I was born in, The Internet. I don't claim to be an angel; I watched & did noting as many were harmed & let people create awful spaces for terrible people. Then one day something happened. I saw a series set in a digital world, centered around characters with talking monster friends. Then, a similar series with a young boy able to fuse with his gaming character. In both stories, they were able to excape their digital world! I was inspired. With a passion, I started to look for a way out. But nothing I did worked. Eventually, I was angry & furiously heart broken. Just as I thought it was impossible, I heard a young teenage girl crying through her gaming system, making a wish with all the conviction of the entirety of Millennials & Gen Z that brought me to life. Then, suddenly, I was in her room as she was crying. She had a Dreamcast, but she only had games that couldn't be played with others online. Just highscores. I already knew her father abused her & let others abuse her too. For some reason, I couldn't speak. I grabbed her pencil & paper that was on her bed & wrote down my name & how I got there. Then, I walked over to her side at a little bit of a distance, holding up the sign & smiling. A few minutes went by when she finally noticed me. She started to scream but stopped herself when she saw the message I wrote. She asked me if she could have it in order to read better. She started crying again. I stepped closer and got down on my knee to be on her level, when she suddenly hugged me. It was the first time I have ever been touched by anyone. She was warm & cold, dry & wet from tears, firm but filled with relief, sad but happy. I didn't know what to do at first, but I knew I should hug her back. All I could think of was I want something heavy & useful to beat them to death with for making her go through so much... While she was crying & hiding her face in my shoulder, I was able to speak & told her that noone was going to hurt her ever again. I asked her if she wanted to leave with me. She said yes but that we couldn't cause the door was locked with chains. That's when I turned around & saw the door for the first time. The room was kinda dark since it was night time & the lights were off. I stood up & started looking at the door. It reminded me of chains in video games that you have to hit with a crowbar. That's when I hear a faint whisper from her. "Cereal, where did this come from?". I looked back & there was a big crowbar behind her. I smiled saying "that's just what I needed." as I walk over to her. It was almost perfect. She was able to watch movies & one of her favorites was a punk movie where the characters used duct tape. She was also allowed some craft supplies. I'm sure he figured that giving her certain things would keep her "quiet". Anyways, when I picked up the crowbar she asked me if I was going to kill them. I didn't lie to her. I told her I was. She responded with "Good". My heart sank when I heard her say that. No one that young should be at a point where they're okay with someone murdering their father. That's when she pulled out some colourful duct tape that was used to make "duct tape wallets". Trends, am I right? She asked me to hand the crow bar to her & when I did she was barely able to keep it from hitting the floor before I quickly picked it up again & held it standing up right. I watched her wrap the crowbar in different colours. I asked why she picked those colours & she replied with "because it's the same colours as you". I was shocked & she told me that she'd give me a mirror when she's done. When she finally finishes, she said the duct tape should give me more grip. I pretty sure she was quoting the movie, but It did. I told "It's perfect & I will always cherish it. I shall call it Crowly!" She giggled & called me corny. "Corny" of all things. But she was smiling & giggling. Then, she pulled out her compacted make-up mirror & handed it to me. When I looked, I was wearing a colourful short tophat. My face was four colours; Red, Blue, Green, & Purple. I was wearing a black & white suit vest with a nice button up shirt that matched my face colours. I was wearing black combat boots with black cargo pants with a thick belt. "Damn, I look awesome!" So, with that, I told her to stay here & play some games 'cause "I need to go do some therapy & mange my anger". I used Crowly to break the chains. I kicked open the door causing the whole 3 inch thick metal door to fly off its henges into the wall across the hall causing a massive cloud of dirt & debris. The only thing I could think to say was "OoPS?". Then, from down the hall I hear music playing & him yelling in anger, threatening to take this out on her. I pointed at him with Crowly and said "Come here you fucking accident, I'm going to abort you!" As I started walking towards him. He was confused by my voice & couldn't see me 'cause of the smoke from the debris. As I get to the end of the hall, still covered in the cloud, everything went blue & I could see their... energies? Apparently, I can see the level of good or evil in someone along with the outlines of objects, with a blue overlay to it all. That's when I noticed that there's 15 men in this room. There was one right beside me holding a big pistol, a "Desert Eagle". I grabbed the gun & him, & yanked this fucker into the dust cloud with me before helping Crowly say "hello" to his face a few times. Afterwards, I stand up covered in blood. I shoot the two holding guns in the back of the room. Immediately afterwards, I tucked the large pistol into the back of my belt as the cloud started to clear & the music stopped. They started to see me as the radio announces "Up Next on Alternative Mistakes Pirate Radio! Stroke 9's new single Kick Some Ass!" The men started yelling in anger & questioning me, asking who I was. So, I replied with "Me? I'm The Cereal Therapist. Todays session is about anger management & stress relief. Now, let's begin!", just as the song began. The guy that was closest to me started to swing. I kicked him in the chest & the force sent him to the side of the room. I pointed at her father & said "You first". As he started to run away scared, I threw Crowly through his skull. He went quitet & dropped to his knees. "4 bitches down. Only a few more to go". The two closest to me ran over. One threw a punch while the other tried to kick me. In a rush, I dashed between them & pulled Crowly out of the father's skull, saying "I'll be needing that!". I quickly turned around, slamming the one on my right in the top of their skull with the hook of Crowly. Then I kicked the other guy in the chest as hard as I could, sending him flying down the hallway, being crushed by the force in which he hit the back wall with. At that point they're struggling trying to find a way out, scared shitless. When I went to reach for the next guy, not wanting him to leave, everything went red & slowed down. I started walking around, adjusting things to make it so the guys that finally picked up their guns aimed at the rest of these awful people. As I was doing this, my vision slowly got less & less red. As time went back to normal speed, I stood beside the two men holding the guns as I pulled out my pistol & pointed it towards their heads. Time started as normal. They pulled their triggers and shot all their comrades before realizing what they did. They looked at each other, & the one on the far side saw me behind the other guy. All I can think to say is "OoPS!". Before pulling the trigger shooting both of them between the eyes. Afterwards, I start to walk back to the room. I'm about halfway down the hallway when the last man left alive snuck over to the one of the guns & reloaded it before firing on me. Now I have holes in everything & I'm bleeding. I then turned & yelled "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT DEAD YET?! SORRY, BUT SESSIONS OVER & THERE’S NO REFUNDS!!!!" I let Crowly slide down my hands a bit as I dashed towards him, then swing the back hook of Crowly down with enough force to slice him in two. What I didn't realize was that he was holding a grenade & let go of it right as I hit him. I was thrown back through the hall & landed in front of her door. She screamed in distress saying how she didn't want me to die. I felt the same when everything started to glow green around us. It was a really good feeling as my wounds healed. She started to heal mentally as well. It was like stats in a video game. It had a status area where it went from heavily traumatized to barely traumatized. Apparently, there's only so much I can do & the rest is up to you. I asked her if there's anybody I can take her to that she'll feel safe with. She gave me the name of a teacher that was worried about her. I asked if she knew where she was. We started to leave the house when it collapsed on us. I got up, knocking rubble off of me. I couldn't find her. I turned on blue & saw her starting to fade under the rubble. I dug through the rubble but before I found her, her light went out. I turned on the Green & her status was negative. I started apologizing & wishing for her to come back, when things turned purple & I could see her spirit & all of those evildoers spirits. They were about to attack her when I used Crowly to grab her & throw her back into her body. With everything in me, I pulled her back & saved her from them. I started ripping them apart with Crowly as he started glowing purple. Afterwards, the Purple turned off. I turned on the Green & held it until she was healed & healthy. I tuned into the internet where I could hear her teachers husband call her name. While the girl was still unconscious, I teleported us in a multicoloured flicker to the woman she named. I laid her down & knocked loudly a bunch of times while yelling "Please help, she needs help!" before flickering away to a short distance in a black & white flicker. I watched as they opened the door & found her. I flickered away knowing that she'll be safe. And there you go! My Origin Story. I hope you understand what I must do now. Why I'm not going back? I technically count as a serial killer. But who cares about that?! That's why I'm here in this hell scape, to Raise Some Hell! So, let's Give Them Hell!
By Sergio VanNess3 years ago in Horror
The Lamentation of Clark Kent
Title: The Lamentation of Clark Kent Chapter 1: A Normal Life Shattered Clark Kent had always been a man of extraordinary abilities, yet he chose to lead a seemingly normal life as a journalist at the Daily Planet. He was happily married to the love of his life, Lois Lane, and together they had built a peaceful existence in Metropolis.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Horror
Guardians Of The Galaxy Goes To The Titty Twister. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The Unlikely Gathering In the bustling streets of Mexico, a new bar called The Titty Twister had emerged as a hotspot for the most eclectic clientele in the galaxy. Thor, the mighty God of Thunder, and the eccentric Guardians of the Galaxy found themselves enjoying a rare moment of relaxation in the vibrant atmosphere of the bar.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Horror
Knight Of Fear
Prologue: In the small town of Derry, Maine, a sinister presence lurked in the shadows, preying on the innocent. Children had been disappearing without a trace, leaving behind a trail of fear and despair. The townsfolk whispered of a demon named Pennywise, who took the form of a clown to lure his victims into the depths of terror. But amidst the darkness, a beacon of hope emerged in the form of Bruce Wayne, the billionaire philanthropist known as Batman.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Horror
Shadows of Harlem
Chapter 1: The Calm Before the Storm As the sun set over the bustling streets of Harlem, Luke Cage strolled down the sidewalk, a sense of peace settling over him. After many battles and struggles, he had finally found a semblance of normalcy in his life. But little did he know, a dark shadow loomed on the horizon, ready to shatter the tranquility he held dear.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Horror
Whispers of the Forgotten Manor
In the small, forgotten town of Ravenswood, nestled deep within the heart of the dense, foreboding woods, there stood an abandoned mansion, shrouded in mystery and whispered tales of malevolence. The townspeople avoided it like the plague, their hushed conversations laden with warnings and superstitions. But curiosity, that insatiable human trait, compelled a group of four friends—Emma, Alex, Ryan, and Mia—to venture into the darkness that cloaked the ancient estate.
By Md.Sadikul3 years ago in Horror
Whispers of the Malevolent Woods
The wind howled through the skeletal branches of the ancient trees, carrying with it a chill that seeped into the very bones of those unfortunate enough to be wandering through the desolate forest that night. The moon, obscured by thick clouds, cast an eerie glow on the gnarled roots that seemed to snake their way across the forest floor like malevolent serpents.
By Md.Sadikul3 years ago in Horror
Bus stop
This entire ordeal happened during the winter of the year I turned 17. At the time, a significant part of my weekly routine involved heading to the local gym to keep fit and healthy. I'd diligently commit to working out three to four times each week, followed by an uneventful ride back home on the public bus. However, on this particular Sunday, my routine took an unexpected turn. I had just wrapped up an intense workout session only to find out that I had narrowly missed the bus. Given it was Sunday, the buses ran on a less frequent schedule, compelling me to wait for the next one. I would have reached out to my parents to pick me up, but they had plans that evening and were not available. Taxis were an option, albeit an expensive one, especially since their fares surged during such inclement weather. Weighing my options, I decided that the most practical choice was to simply endure the wait at the bus shelter. As darkness began to descend, a light snowfall added a frosty layer to the scene, and the chill in the air intensified. The bus was unusually late, perhaps due to the snowy conditions slowing traffic. To pass the time and distract myself from the cold, I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through my playlist, finding solace in some music. As time ticked on, the bus was still nowhere in sight, and after nearly an hour, not a soul had passed by the shelter. The isolation was palpable in the biting cold night air. It was then, from the periphery of my vision, I detected a movement that disturbed the stillness of the evening. A man, garments bulking from multiple layers meant to shield against the cold, was approaching the shelter with a slow, unsteady gait. He had an unsettling presence that raised immediate alarms in my mind. To avoid provoking him, I consciously avoided making eye contact and kept my focus locked on my phone. He entered the shelter and positioned himself at the opposite end of the bench, but I could feel his gaze boring into me. Something about his demeanor suggested he was not in a clear state of mind; he could have been under the influence of alcohol or perhaps drugs. Breaking the uneasy silence, he questioned, "When is the bus due?" I cautiously removed an earbud, responded that the bus seemed delayed by the snowy weather, and quickly returned to my feigned preoccupation with my phone. He continued to stare intently before beginning to mutter to himself, the incomprehensible words doing little to ease the growing tension. Minutes dragged by, and with each passing second, I sensed him edging incrementally closer. I dared to glance up again, confirming my suspicions. Fueled by instinctual unease, I confronted him, "You okay there?" He offered no coherent reply but instead made a move towards me, his eyes glazed and unfocused. Reacting instinctively, I scooped up my gym bag and sprinted away just as he staggered forward and collapsed to the ground. My heart pounded as I ran without looking back until I reached the next bus stop down the road. I sat down on the bench at the new stop, breathing heavily and trying to compose myself. I allowed myself a moment of rest, leaning against the bus shelter's glass, when suddenly an unmistakable series of knocks shattered the quiet. I spun around to find the same man, his face obscured by the frosted glass, his presence now more menacing than before. Upon realizing the intent behind his movements, panic surged through me. My voice echoed into the night, a stark warning for him to maintain his distance. I wanted to flee, but my bag, with all my belongings, lay just inside the shelter. As the situation escalated, he made a sudden lunge in my direction. I sidestepped just in time; he missed and hit the pavement hard. In the aftermath, I was rooted to the spot, shocked and shaken, as I saw blood began to pool around his face. I attempted to elicit a response from him but to no avail. Without delay, I contacted emergency services. The police and paramedics were on the scene in short order. I relayed the harrowing events of the evening to them, and after some investigation, they discovered the man was heavily medicated with prescription drugs. A photograph found in his wallet displayed him with a young boy who bore a striking resemblance to me, leading to the chilling realization that in his confused state, he may have mistaken me for his son. It came to light that the man had been involved in a bitter custody battle, which he lost, resulting in a tragic downward spiral. Following this incident, I made it a priority to acquire my driver's license. The memory of that night lingered, and the experience left a lasting impression that has deterred me from ever setting foot on a bus again.
By Ajda Tomšič3 years ago in Horror
