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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.
Massive Damage: Chapter 3
ALL OF CHARLIE’S GUYS GRAB WEAPONS AND PUT BODY ARMOR ON AND GETTING THE WOMEN READY FOR COMBAT PACKS UP THE TRUCK AND DRIVES AWAY. LEAVING CHARLIE ALONE AT THE OFFICE AND CHARLIE TAKES OFF HIS BLOODY CLOTHES AND CHANGES INTO A COMBAT GEAR AND FULL BODY ARMOR STEEL PLATED GLOVES AND GRABS A BOX OF SHOTGUN EXPLOSIVE SHELLS MADE BY DAWSON AND GETS A RAMBO SIZE KNIFE THAT WAS SOAKING IN HOLY WATER AND GETS A DESERT EAGLE AND STANDING THE MIRROR AND GRABS THE AUTOMATIC SHOTGUN AND GOES IN HIS CAR GARAGE AND RIDES OUT ON A MOTORCYCLE TO VAMPIRE’S CLUB.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Horror
Winter Weekend Getaway at Dagger Lake
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. My knuckles were white, and my fingers were numb from holding onto the oh-shit handle so tightly. The number of potholes we’d hit, coupled with the slush and icy spots, made for a nerve-wracking trip. At least, the portion of it since we stocked up on supplies in the backwater conglomeration of buildings that called itself a town was in dire need of repairs.
By Natalie Demoss4 years ago in Horror
Massive Damage: Chapter 2
CHARLIE GRABS HIS SISTER AND PUT HER IN A WHEELCHAIR AND GOES THROUGH THE HALLWAY WITH HER AND GOES THROUGH THE FIRE EXIT AND THE NURSE/ WORSHIPER IS FOLLOWING HIM AND START RUNNING WITH THE WHEELCHAIR OUTSIDE AND THE GRANDFATHER SHOOTS THE NURSE IN THE BACK. SHE TURNS AROUND PISSED AND JUMPS ON TOP OF THE GRANDFATHER AND STARTS CLAWING HIM UP.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Horror
Massive Damage: Chapter 1
IN 1983, ON THE DARKEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR WITH THE FULL MOON BRIGHTEN UP THE SKY. TWO LITTLE GIRLS ARE SLEEPING PEACEFULLY UNTIL THEIR FATHER COMES TO THE ROOM DRAGGING THEM OUT THE ROOM TO GET THEM OUT THE HOUSE WHILE TRYING TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE THEIR MOM IS BEING THROWN AROUND BY AN UNSEEN FORCE THAT IS TRYING TO POSSESS HER THE CHILDREN ARE FRIGHTENED BY THEIR MOTHER’S SITUATION AND DON’T KNOW WHAT GOING, AND THE FATHER IS DRAGGING THEM TOWARDS DOOR AND OPENS AND SEES A FIELD OF PEOPLE OUTSIDE INCLUDING THE KIDS GRANDMOTHER WHO COMES TOWARDS THE HOUSE AND GRABS THE FATHER FROM HIS KIDS.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Horror
Boxed In
Gusts of wind swirled the front doorstep of a quaint suburban home in the small town of Joelton. Autumn leaves were whisked away from the brick landing of the fourth house on the left of Market Drive. The home was a wholesome blue-grey, two-story contemporary farmhouse with white trimming, a large oak door, and dark blue shudders. A black drone with four articulating rotors hovered over the concrete landing, carrying a large package. It lowered the package to the ground and a unison of clicks could be heard as the drone released the box. After allowing it to settle, the drone navigated to the door, and with robotic precision, rang the doorbell. It then quickly backed itself out from under the awning and disappeared into the skyline.
By Kal Jordan4 years ago in Horror
The Fireplace
There’s something living in my fireplace. The ancient thing hasn’t worked since we moved in, and I imagine it’s been decades since a real flame scorched the insides of the cinder block chimney. Although, the blackened space where logs once rested is evidence that it did, indeed, once upon a time burn red and orange. Now, the only signs of life coming from the old fireplace, is an occasional spider emerging from the cobweb laden hearth. That was of course, until I started hearing the noises.
By Andrew Perkins4 years ago in Horror
The President's Chair
Stage Right: Interior, apartment living room. A man sits slouched on a loveseat facing a TV screen. He is wearing a headset. The muffled sound of yelling tells us that his volume is louder than necessary. The coffee table is filled with books that vary in thickness. Along the back wall we see a light through a door frame with the sound of pots and pans rattling and a woman's voice humming.
By Ethan J Bearden4 years ago in Horror
Ani-Murder
To Baby Esther, the original Betty Boop. 1 Los Angeles, California. 1936, 8:30 AM. Eleanor Bailey sits in an office of Walters’ Toon Studios. She takes a drag from the cigarette betwixt her cartoon fingers. Exhaling, adding more to the smoke that was already floating around the room.
By Mike Mantsourani4 years ago in Horror
