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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 Weekend
“Thank goodness it’s Friday!” yelled Albert. His celebration was cut short when the words, “reset your password”, appeared on his computer screen. “I could have sworn I just changed it.” Albert crossed his arms and spun around in his office chair. “Got it!” He quickly entered his new password and shut down his workstation. He waltzed his way to the elevators, leaving behind his cluttered cubicle until Monday. “Any plans for the weekend’? Albert’s coworker, Shawn, never failed to ask the same mundane question every Friday. “No, just spending a quiet weekend at home.” The awkwardness in the elevator was so thick, you could slice it with a knife. “Ding!” The elevator doors opened slowly. “Have a good weekend, Albert!” “Yeah, you too, Shawn.” Albert couldn’t get to his car quick enough. He zipped through the parking garage right into rush hour traffic. Horns were blaring, cars were at a standstill, but Albert didn’t mind one bit. He was ready to enjoy the next two days doing absolutely nothing.
By Imeisha Williams4 years ago in Horror
The Forgotten Village
Deep in the heart of a dense forest, there lies a small village that has been long forgotten by the outside world. The village, named Ravenswood, was once a thriving community, with a bustling market, a school, and a church. But something happened, something terrible, that caused the villagers to abandon their homes and flee into the surrounding woods, never to be seen again.
By Adria_X_Rae4 years ago in Horror
Reset Your Password
Reset your password Aaron had been working overtime at the office. Everyone else had already left for the day, excited for their Friday night adventures. Aaron didn’t have a social life, however. He pushed everyone away who tried to get too close, a defense that he deemed necessary his entire life.
By Kristin Sevin4 years ago in Horror
Prison for the Mind
Leon distinctly remembered the day the court has sentenced him to life in prison. The smell of the wooden benches, the judge’s gavel banging after the jury finished announcing their verdict. He knew it was coming and honestly didn’t care. He’d killed that man, plain and simple. No amount of lawyer speak would have prevented the verdict. The best he would get is that they didn’t keep him locked in solitary confinement for the rest of his miserable life.
By Michael Barker4 years ago in Horror






