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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.
Appalachian Grandpa Tales: The Little People of Kepchki
I sighed as I took in the destruction in the shed. It had been like this all week and I was getting a little tired of it. Something had been breaking into our sheds and chicken pen, and I was at a loss to determine what it was. It was big, but it was also smart, and neither doors nor windows seemed to bother it much. It ate meat, as the four new chickens we had just bought could attest, and grains, as our ripped open sack of fish feed and chicken feed could attest. I had wondered if it might be a young bear cub, but Grandpa thought it might be a fox, given its craftyness.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Trapped in the Booth
I hadn’t wanted to go to Applebees, but my friends insisted. I’m not opposed to going out to have a meal, but I hate going to the Applebees in our town. It’s a gathering place for every half drunk Chad and happy hour drunk who doesn’t have enough money to drink at the yacht club but too much class for the Tilted Stool. We aren’t big drinkers. I mean, we like to tie a few on sometimes, but these guys get downright sloppy. We get the booth as far from the bar as we can, but it’s still so damn noisy in there! By the end of the night, we’re all yelling at each other just to be heard over the jukebox and the drunks. I spend the rest of the night with my eardrums pounding and my head ready to crack open.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Little Aventure of Life
Momin was an ordinary boy who lived in a small town. He spent most of his days exploring the nearby woods with his pets, and he was content with his simple life. But one day, everything changed when he met a stranger old man named Mr. Qaiser.
By Tabassum Fatima3 years ago in Horror
The Bad Harvest
In the small city of Ravenwood, the afterlife crop was the most important event of the time. It was a time for growers to reap the fruits of their labor and to celebrate their hard work with their families and musketeers. But this time, commodity was different. The fields were barren, and the crops were withered and rotting on the vine. It was as if the earth itself had turned against them.
By AshDream_Story3 years ago in Horror
The Witching Hour
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled deep in the woods, there lived a young girl named Lily. She was a bright and lively child, always eager to explore and learn new things. However, Lily had a secret fear that she kept hidden from everyone around her. Every night at midnight, a witch appeared in her room, tormenting her with nightmares and threatening to steal her soul.
By Peter williams3 years ago in Horror







