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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 Forgotten Schoolhouse
Nestled deep in the countryside, surrounded by rolling hills and whispering trees, lay the forgotten schoolhouse of Willow Creek. Once a bustling hub of learning and laughter, it now stood silent and abandoned, its weathered walls bearing witness to the passage of time.
By Abegail Reyes3 years ago in Horror
The Forgotten Playground
Nestled at the edge of town, surrounded by overgrown trees and tangled underbrush, lay an abandoned playground. Once a bustling hub of laughter and joy, it now stood silent and forgotten, its swings creaking in the breeze and its merry-go-round rusted with age.
By Abegail Reyes3 years ago in Horror
The Shadowed Stage
In the heart of a small town stood the historic Grand Theater, its grandeur faded with time but still retaining an air of mystery and allure. Despite its once vibrant past, the theater had fallen into disrepair, its stage silent and its seats empty.
By Abegail Reyes3 years ago in Horror
The Haunted Art Room
At the heart of Franklin High School lay a room steeped in mystery and dread—the old art room. Decades ago, a tragic incident had occurred within its walls, leaving behind a legacy of whispers and ghostly sightings that continued to haunt the school to this day.
By Abegail Reyes3 years ago in Horror
The Whispering Choir
In the heart of a bustling city stood an imposing structure, St. Agnes Cathedral, its gothic architecture casting long shadows over the surrounding streets. Within its hallowed halls, the sound of hymns and prayers echoed through the ages, but beneath the surface lay a darkness that few dared to confront.
By Abegail Reyes3 years ago in Horror
The Forgotten Basement. Content Warning.
In the heart of an old town stood an abandoned school building, its once vibrant halls now engulfed in darkness and decay. Among the students, whispers circulated about the school's forgotten basement, rumored to be haunted by the restless spirits of its past inhabitants.
By Abegail Reyes3 years ago in Horror
The Shadow in the Library
In the heart of a small town stood an old, ivy-covered library, its towering shelves lined with forgotten tomes and ancient manuscripts. For years, the townsfolk had whispered tales of strange happenings within its walls, but none dared to venture inside after dark.
By Abegail Reyes3 years ago in Horror
Fade. Content Warning.
The sun beat down upon me while I crossed the threshold on this final leg of my journey. I was nearly there. One more road to cross and I, whom carried this burden, would at last be free of it. I remember it well, the day of my receipt, the day of my taking, the day I left, the burden that has become my life. At sixteen, I was made the Lord of my father’s manners, he and my mother had passed away in a small carriage accident. I remember the crawling feeling that burrowed deep into my bones, it was as if I was to suffer alone and alone is where I would always belong. The lights went out inside my mind on that day, and I had not once cared what would happen to me, as all that I knew was now gone, lost, carried away by some specter that frightened the horse and made the plummet into the gorge that lined the manner. My parents were not far from home when the scream of the fall echoed through the now vacant and void walls, their lasting cries now all I hear. It would be but a week before one could get to them and upon the burial, I was at once made Lord.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Horror
Little Bear Lost
I woke to the oddest sensation. I lifted my head and looked around, I was laying on something dark and wet but all around me was veiled in a fog. It was raining and I was soaked through. Upon closer inspection, I was on blacktop, a road in a small cul de sac and there was a rain grate between the road and the sidewalk to my right.
By Alicia Anspaugh3 years ago in Horror
