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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 Cabin in the Woods
The Cabin in the Woods The Arrival Vicky, Simi, and Durai arrived at the remote cabin in the woods that they had rented for the weekend. They were excited to get away from the city and spend some time in nature. As they unpacked their bags and settled in, they couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right about the place.
By HSE Insider4 years ago in Horror
White Knight
It seemed like every year, Kyle looked forward to snow. Living in North Georgia, he usually found his front yard full of the stuff sometime after Thanksgiving. Kyle fondly remembered the year a blizzard blew in days before Halloween, and they had to Trick or Treat in the snow. Kyle's Batman costume quickly got upgraded with a puffy jacket and some ski boots with snowshoes as he became some obscure snow Batman that his mom had found on one of those little toy check sheets Kyle had pinned on his wall. Kyle loved the snow and would spend hours playing outside, making forts, and having snowball fights with his friends. He only really came in if his parents made him, and only then until he warmed up enough to go back out.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
Sheltered
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She was never expressly forbidden from looking through that window, but her father had warned her all her life: "Rosita, I don't wish to hide the truth but it is terrible. You may look out my window, but you will not like what you see."
By Sam Spinelli4 years ago in Horror
The Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The room was dry, dark, and oddly drafty. It held artifacts and antiques of shapes and sizes that hinted at a past of artisans and historians. The smooth, intricate patterns were marvelous to behold, but she dared not show them to anyone besides her husband. They would be punished severely if anyone in their community found out they had even a small collection of antiques, let alone one this size.
By Caitlyn Ramberg4 years ago in Horror
Purgatory
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had not a clue how long she had been here, her crumpled body propped in the corner like a puppet. She hardly cared. Her entire existence came in the form of the sun and moon that danced across the cracked glass of the window. That window. She stared at it almost constantly. At least when he wasn’t in the room. Which, to her displeasure, seemed less and less the case. He fed her. Dripped water onto her parched tongue. Even sometimes changed the sweaty rags that hung from her cachectic frame. But his eyes were, in every sense of the word, unpleasant. His voice, grating on her mind. His touch, slimy against her skin.
By Amber Fern4 years ago in Horror
Christmas Eve Dinner
The black limousine pulled up outside his battered tenement building. Harold saw it from the dingy window, and as he turned to shamble towards the door, he coughed wetly into his elbow. His stomach lurched, and he felt that he would undoubtedly fill his pants. Harold was old, fifty-eight in March, and in his time, Harold had done many great deeds. He had served in the army during World War two in his youth, fighting for his country and earning great honor on the battlefield. That was the only way a Squiresdale boy escaped this rusty trap in those days, and Harold had returned with a purple heart and the respect of his neighbors and friends. He had shaken the hand of Wilbur Wilmington, the bloody king of Squiresdale in those days, as Wilbur told him how proud he was of his sacrifice. His rat-faced son had glowered from the row of folding chairs as the town clapped for the four men who had been drafted into the war and returned home. It had felt odd standing up there where he had stood with thirty men only five years before, and the ones who'd come back were less and more than they had been. That day, those four men, Harold included, had been the talk of the town, and the Wilmington's had tipped their heads to those heroes for that day.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
A Moment of Despair
By the time we arrived at our destination, it was past midnight. The sky had a pale red hue, as the blood moon was partially obscured by heavy clouds. The night was long and tiring. We had been walking for three consecutive days, surviving on dates and dried meat. My legs were sore, covered in blisters filled with pus.
By Muangakili4 years ago in Horror
The Ghost Hunters of Oakdale: A Tale of a Abandoned Village
Prologue The village of Oakdale had always been a small and peaceful place, nestled deep in the heart of the forest. Its residents were a tight-knit community, bound together by a shared history and a love for their little corner of the world.
By Rey Visionary4 years ago in Horror
