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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.
Beauty is Skin Deep
Reign looked up from her Anatomy 101 book to see the incarnation of Adonis. The flowing shoulder-length blond hair and chiseled jaw formed into a bright smile of pearly white teeth. Sparkling blues eyes pierced her soul as he made eye contact. Have I died and gone to heaven? Is he an angel?
By Don Feazelle4 years ago in Horror
Carnival: Nightingale
A dark red grand piano sat in the middle of a room with glossy black tile all along the floor. One wall was completely glass hosting built-in color-changing lights with water on the opposite side. The rest of the room had white tables inside of deep purple booths on slightly elevated carpets on the black-tiled main floor. The wallpaper was black with green vine print all over. The ceiling was crystal stylized glass with color-changing lights. The double doors by the glass wall were a solid white with a marble frame and archway on both sides, accented with gold but no windows. The double doors opposite to them were simple black swinging doors with circular windows, leading to the kitchen. But there was a dark red single door on the last wall in between booths with pink, black, purple, and red glitter on it. Standing out thanks to the sign over it reading, “Pleasure Hall” in purple-red stained silver on a gold plaque. This was the decor of the exclusive performance club known as “Nightingale”.
By Christopher Shavers4 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 11
It all began the night after the hanging of Tex Orley. He'd been tried and sentenced for robbing the Gold Valley bank a week prior, and shooting the bank teller in the back in cold blood. Up until the moment of his execution, however, Tex Orley loudly and vehemently proclaimed his innocence. When the judge asked for his final words, Orley vowed that he would wreak his revenge on the citizens of Gold Valley for this injustice, even if that meant returning from the grave.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Horror
Dream Eater
Michelle huffed angrily as she noticed that her dream catcher had fallen off the ceiling again. She checked under the bed, behind the nightstand, and even in the bathroom in case it had rolled inside. Nothing. No dream catcher and no sign of where it had gone. It wasn't as if it was uncommon or anything. Michelle had been replacing dream catchers for most of her life, but the older she got, the more annoying it became.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
Carnival: Carol of The Bells
A young man named Alex was bored on a bus taking him to his childhood home. The snow was light but the bus was silent. His older sister, Mary, was supposed to get on at the next stop. Though it had been five years, it felt longer. Yet, he was somewhat excited to see her and their dad. He remembered that his last Christmas with his family was also the last time he saw his mother alive.
By Christopher Shavers4 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 10
When Carl and Philip moved into their new home, they were filled with hope. The house used to belong to Carl's grandmother, who had bequeathed her home to them in her will. They had been wanting to move out of the city and back into the suburbs ever since their daughter, Lucy, was born, but could never afford to move out of their small apartment until now.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 9
Many eons ago, there was a small village. Life in the village was peaceful, until a horrific plague began sweeping througout the land. The villages and towns of that day and age were no stranger to plague, but this one - dubbed the Blood Plague - was the worse any had ever seen. In the span of a single day, the Blood Plague had been said to wipe out every member of a village completely; it wouldn't spare any soul, slaying the newborn and the ancient alike in its path of destruction.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Horror
Someone Has Died
Someone has died. Of this, I am certain. I know it because I always know it. As I lie here alone in this big, empty bed and listen to the rain, I remember it as it returns to me, this feeling, this dread, skittering up and down my throat with a thousand little legs. It settles in my stomach like a great stone, a solid, sickening weight. It is rancid in its heaviness and unmistakable in its familiarity. Someone has died. I do not know who.
By Yaziri Hamisi4 years ago in Horror
Goblin Bites: Scary Stories 8
Ben absolutely hated carnivals. Everything from the rattletrap rides that were one loose bolt away from collapsing, the greasy, disgusting food that was literally Salmonella in a paper boat, and those annoying, terrible midway games. The midway games to him were the worst: every single one was totally rigged, so you always wound up spending three months allowance on trying to win a stupid, threadbare little plush toy you could buy at any discount toy store. On top of that there was always a crowd at the carnival, meaning hours upon hours of pushing and shoving to even get anywhere while trying not to get trampled by snot-nosed little kids and their often obese, negligent mothers.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Horror
