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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.

Her Take On Revenge
“Mum, please don’t make me go to school today,” Sandra pleads with tears running down her face. She is hysterical, and not being melodramatic but Mum isn’t having it. She feels for Sandra but she needs to learn to deal with things in life and not expect to hide away whenever the going gets too tough. She is near on eighteen years old now. Time to toughen up.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Horror
Secrets we Keep
Sitting in this old, tattered rocking chair and having my morning coffee while staring at this beautiful mountain range is breathtaking. It is simply why I have worked so hard to be successful in life.
By Amy Hall4 years ago in Horror
The Tapping From Inside
I was having lunch with Mark when an unfamiliar face came to sit with us. He wore a lab coat, gray scrubs, and a badge identifying him as Morgue staff. Mark extended his fist for the newcomer to bump and made instructions as I covertly slid my salad back a little bit.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
The Bouncy Castle
This is in response to Dharrsheena's challenge in True Crime, Horror Story & Dark Poetry here It's time for another #WritingChallenge ! Based on the prompt below, you can write either a #story or #poem that includes a funeral, a bouncy house and lifeless body/bodies. Make it as twisted and as creepy as you can!
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Horror
Top of the Charts. Runner-Up in The Mystery Box Challenge.
Have you ever looked at the liner notes on a CD? Maybe you were on a road trip, bored of watching endless stretches of farmland roll by your window and you needed something to distract you. Maybe you're one of those rare people who gets curious about who and what goes into making a record and you decided to find out. If either of those apply to you, there's a chance you might have seen my name. You wouldn't remember it, of course. Just a handful of tiny black letters populating one of those overcrowded blocks of text, tucked away in the liner notes of an album. "Blake Mickens: bass guitar on tracks 2, 7, and 12." "Martin Aubuchon: drums and percussion on tracks 3 and 11." "Special thanks to Chloe Hall, Calvin Hawkins, Jorge Dominguez and Sylvia Adzoh." If you pick up the right record, I'm somewhere in there.
By Daniel Bradbury4 years ago in Horror
Mr.Violence Gets Hellraised Part Two
The Next Morning Jimmy wakes up and kisses Joey and leaves her apartment but leaves behind the puzzle box. Jimmy meets up with Sean at a diner called Angelo's place. Jimmy shows up. Sean is eating an apple pie and drinking a cup of coffee.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Horror
Squawking Chimes
I framed Grandma’s picture after she died. It was a small photo, nestled cleanly in a wooden frame I found lying around in my parent’s house back in Abry. It was an old photo, taken back in the forties. She was youthful back then, smiling in her twenties. Grandma had seen everything—the Great Depression, World War II, the Kennedy’s… Trump… COVID—all of it. She even contracted the virus, at 95 years old, and kicked it to the curb with only minimal symptoms. She was a tough lady. She had a good sense of humor, probably because she knew most people were totally crazy; she’d had too much first-hand experience with that shit, throughout the course of her century.
By Robert Pettus4 years ago in Horror
Blood Pumpkin
"What in the hell are those?" Clarence had gone to Reggy's Veggies to buy seeds, just as he had every year since Reggy had opened. David Decker probably bought his seeds here, too, Clarence reflected. It was part of the reason Clarence kept coming back. The fact that Reggy was a friend since boyhood and Clarence taking his business to the new feed store up the road would hurt him was secondary.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
50 Famous Horror Legends (Part 3)
Night Hag She huddled in bed, remembering the bad horror movie she had watched earlier tonight. The strange, burned killer with the knives for fingers would haunt her dreams, she was certain. He was horrible and comical at the same time. But he was really scary, and she knew she probably should have just skipped that particular flick. After all, the killer had haunted the dreams of the doomed young teenagers, and she, herself, often had disturbing dreams.
By Tom Baker4 years ago in Horror
The Headless Corpse
Once, in Wukiang, there was a young student of literature. He was an aspiring teacher, in charge of students from the Tsiang family (who must, we assume have had some prominence), and so had many duties, and worked long days. It was during a particular season that he took a holiday to "sweep out the ancestral tombs."He told his wife one morning, "Prepare my lunch for me as I have much to do today and will be famished by the time I should get in! " Then he left for the day, and his wife went about doing the thing he had commanded.
By Tom Baker4 years ago in Horror
Grandma Saw a Dead Man Once
My grandmother and I have been roommates for about a year now. That probably sounds pretty weird for a twenty-three-year-old to say, but I have to say that it's been a great arrangement.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
Letters from a Fog Survivor
9/2/1999 White clouds block out the cooling colors of daylight. No birds caw, not even the crows. No insects fly around as you carefully walk the foggy streets in a residential area. It’s quiet and empty– too silent for your own comfort. The rule is to never drop your guard because if you do, another horde will be after you. You have been alone in the world for the past month, trying to get by robbing vacant homes by people who moved away. The smell of iron invades your nostrils. On a normal day, it would smell like asphalt and fumes from running cars. It’s dead. If it weren’t for the gas mask on your face, you would become one of them– the infected. They are not dead, but still people who became corrupted by this fog. Your clothes covering your body saves you from the fog’s poison. Blisters, burns, and boils are its battle to get inside your body. Power and water have been cut off for over two weeks now. There is no chatter among the locals. A part of you misses it.
By Ace Melee4 years ago in Horror