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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 Vampire in the Window
A peculiar man crosses the street in the dark. This far out in the country there are no lamp posts for comfort or guidance. No cars cut through the ink with their headlights far this part of the world is quiet sleepers who turn to their pillows early in the afternoon. So, he moves as a shadow under the moonlight, caught only by the distant porch lights of other houses.
By Laura Lann4 years ago in Horror
A Favor for a Friend
Caleb heard a soft buzz outside of his window. He slightly opened the blinds to see. A small mechanical drone was dropping off the package. It teetered slightly as the wind pushed it, but found its proper path onto his porch. Caleb stepped outside onto his front porch and looked down at the package.
By J.D. Brooks4 years ago in Horror
An Unexpected Gift
Chris saw the drone flying away from his apartment and raised an eyebrow. He hadn't ordered anything, certainly nothing that a drone would deliver, and he came up the stairs two at a time before his crackhead neighbors came out to steal it. Calling them crackheads might have seemed a little disparaging, but Chris had actually come home and found them smoking crack on the front porch, so he thought it more than fair. The Palm Breeze weekly rentals were far from posh, but they were the best he could afford. Chris had a dead-end job that barely paid him minimum wage and hardly worked him part-time these days. He was behind on his rent, looking at ramen noodles for dinner again, and, if he was lucky, he might get halfway through tonight's football game before they shut his cable off.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
To Alice, Love John
The box arrived early Friday morning before work, cheerful ding of her doorbell alerting her to the arrival. And while such deliveries weren’t unheard of, Alice paused at the sight of the one square foot cube of cardboard that had her heart suddenly racing.
By Patti Larsen4 years ago in Horror
Boxes
John sat at the table, his elbow resting on the laminated particle board surface. The dim lights of the combined kitchenette and dining area gave the scene a greyness that suited his mood. Before John, on the table, sat a simple 6-inch cube of cardboard. It had been dumb luck that he'd even seen the drone dropping it off, a novel delivery method if ever there was one. Must have cost a fortune to get it delivered that way, but its not like he paid for it. Either way, he wasn’t expecting a package, even with the holidays coming on.
By Benjamin R Disher Jr4 years ago in Horror
2 Stephen King Short Stories I Bet You Haven't Read
Stephen King has been living rent free in my head lately. I haven't read much of his work, but I do know how much people love what he has written and what he has said about writing...also what he has written on writing. Ha. Ha. Ha. I crack myself up.
By when I write4 years ago in Horror
Empty
Tomas peered down at the box on his porch, and the box stared back. He leaned against his door, still clutching its knob in his right hand. His shoulder and head hugged around it the way one might do on a winter's night, wanting to look out, but afraid of being cold.
By Sebastian Russo4 years ago in Horror
Yaga
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The forest was in a liminal state: caught between the dying throes of autumn and the birth of winter. A cascade of fiery leaves rode the wind whilst flecks of snow floated softly down onto the dirt track road. The A-frame cabin was of medium size, nestled amongst the trees.
By Mhairi Campbell 4 years ago in Horror
Haunter: Ghost-for-Hire (Chapter 01)
Chapter One The house on Shilbert Lane is priced too good to be true. It’s old, a little rundown, and mossy tufts hang from the gutters and porch railings. Paint peels off like dead skin and the door hinges scream like a banshee. But as much as Jeremy Clive searched during due diligence, the only questionable issue about this long-abandoned house was that some husband murdered his wife in the nineteenth century. The woman’s spirit had since lingered in malice. In other words, superstition cheapened the property. It’s “haunted.” To the practical and agnostic, it's a perfect opportunity for flipping. Jeremy Clive stumbled upon a great investment.
By Christopher Michael4 years ago in Horror
Hidden Containment
Middle of the night on the front porch lays a wooden box that has a history to it, just by looking at it. Living in the middle of nowhere, where the post office or even any online delivery services are unable to reach. No known neighbors close by or any human able to connect with.
By Edgar Romero4 years ago in Horror
