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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 Carpathians
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Just a shadow of a long-forgotten past. The hounds pierced the night's silence. Breaking away from the mirror, I hurried to the window and saw a dark cloud of ravens escape into the moonlight. Dread coiled itself around me.
By T. J. Davey3 years ago in Horror
How to Survive a Zombie Apocalypse
While it may seem like something out of a horror movie, a zombie apocalypse is not as far-fetched as you might think. In fact, with the recent rise in popularity of zombie-related media, it's not uncommon for people to wonder what they would do in the event of a zombie outbreak. In this article, we will provide a guide for the unprepared on how to survive a zombie apocalypse.
By Shahzaib Iqbal3 years ago in Horror
Lies And Tricks
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. We were standing inside the entryway to the mysterious haunted house. I told Lucy this wasn’t a good idea, as I was staring at a figure in the full-length mirror that resembled me, but not exactly. I looked older; it didn’t make any sense and it was creepy.
By Shannon Burger3 years ago in Horror
Curse of the Dark Mansion
There was a mansion, deep in the woods, where no bird dared to chirp, no leaf dared to rustle, and no footsteps dared to approach. This was a place that was abandoned and cursed. Legend had it that it was once a place of great wealth and beauty, but a curse had been placed upon it, and since then, no one had dared to go inside, until one brave young man named Jack decided to investigate.
By Mussa Imran3 years ago in Horror
The Haunted Village: A Nightmarish Encounter
Deep in the countryside, nestled between rolling hills and thick forests, there was a small village that seemed frozen in time. It was a quaint little place with cobblestone streets, thatched roofs, and old stone buildings. But there was something eerie about the village that couldn't be ignored.
By Abdullah Sajid3 years ago in Horror
Haunted by the Slaughterhouse
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. At first, I thought I must be extremely drowsy from the cough medicine, but then it kept happening even after the cough went away. The mirror was an antique we found in the attic when my spouse and I first bought this house. We had left it up there for the first two years until our bathroom mirror broke. It was random, now that I think about it, as if our mirror just hopped off metal studs in the wall and plummeted to it's death. I had asked Archer if they had a mental breakdown and needed to blow off some steam, but they said they didn't do it. As unbelievable as the mirror falling on it's own was, I knew Archer was telling the truth because they've never been the aggressive type. We brushed the mirror aside and took the antique mirror out from it's cozy nook. Archer and I spent the weekend fixing it up. We did stuff like that often. Both of us grew up in rough homes. When we got married, we promised to create a life of softness together. So we crafted and worked with our hands almost every day together. We keep our life simple and small; it gives us more freedom than any career our parents tried shoving down our throats. My dad was a pig farmer, and Archer's father was the best hunter known in the United States. He even had books written about him, "Jimmy Nelson's Greatest Adventures Outdoors." What they really meant by "Outdoors" was Jimmy spent hours hiding in places meant for bears, moose, and any large nonhuman animal and shot them and their families. Not the outdoors that Archer and I participate in. And for what? Just to hang another skin on the wall to tell all their friends their losers for not being able to sneak up on animals as well as he can. He can barely look at his own child because they're queer, but he can accept himself when he kills things that don't need killing. It's pathetic really; and scary. Now to explain my father. Well, you know how owners start looking their pets? He started resembling the pigs years ago. I spent my life hearing the tortured squeals and screams echoing from the barn. I still need noise at night to fall asleep or all I will hear are those death cries. Needless to say, Archer and I have devoted our lives to being the opposite of what our fathers are. And we have done really well at it. Until we accepted that mirror into our home.
By Stephanie Bojanek 3 years ago in Horror
