fiction
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.
Untold Secrets inside The Pond
The Name is Lila Lays. I am 10 years old, and as far as I reamer, I was the only Child Born By My Parents. I don't know if something felt wrong with My Life, but It's like a part of me is Missing; I can't thank why For existence, just like The waters Falling from the sky, and I. just like a New star finding New Reasons why.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis4 years ago in Horror
The Flowers for Alex
The three-day indent. That’s what I called the spot where I laid in my bed, three days in row, after my mom passed away. There was a long, odd shaped blob in the center of my mattress and sheets - the shape of me - caused by depression and pain, which is why I didn’t leave my bed nor my room for three days straight.
By nat stapleton4 years ago in Horror
Intimacy
Maxine wouldn’t settle down. She started with a gruff little yap just before six o’clock, after Riley got home from the office but before he turned on the shower. She growled in short bursts while Ana frantically chopped carrots and onions to throw in the pressure cooker. After the Holloways rang the doorbell, she whined and howled and snapped with barely a breath through dinner, the kitchen table board games, and into the post-dinner wine selection.
By Addison Horner4 years ago in Horror
Never Stop at the Gas Station at Night
Growing up as a girl, I’ve always been told to be cautious. It didn’t matter if I was going to the mall or leaving from work - I’ve always kept my eyes peeled for anyone acting strange or out of the ordinary. Although nothing had happened to me while doing these everyday tasks, the scary idea of getting kidnapped or worse has always been at the back of my mind. Since I was around 16, I’ve carried at the very least a pocket knife and mace with me wherever I go, just to be on the safe side.
By nat stapleton4 years ago in Horror
giant ant
In the southern town of the Republic of China, there was a freighter named Li Xiaoyu. Although it is said that the freighter to go to the mountains, many encounter spooky things, but this Li Leisureliness on a wandering Taoist learned from the skin of the magic, day after day in the mountains, without fear.
By Salachi Mavish4 years ago in Horror
Something is Missing
I... hate... mirrors. I am not sure when it started, but I have had both a curious fascination and aversion to mirrors ever since I was young. Some might ask if I am afraid of my own reflection. I would say, 'yes' and 'no'. reflections in common things such as a window or water puddle are fine. Those are weak when compared to the 1 to 1 vibrant reflection you get from a mirror.
By Johnston Blackhorse4 years ago in Horror
