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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.
Black Site 7
I'm in the wind, I'm sure I'll be dead by tomorrow, but I need to let people know this thing is loose. I'm an agent with the United States Government, and my station is Black Site 7. I won't tell you my name, it would probably be useless to you, but this was not how I saw my life going. I spent 6 years in Iraq, signed up right after high school. It was nothing like the recruiter told me it would be. I spent eight years in the blistering heat. I hauled my fair share of comrades out of firefights and saw a lot of shit over there that would make ordinary people go crazier than I might be. I've had camel spiders crawl on me while I sleep, watched friends I've known since basic get decapitated through binoculars, burned houses full of insurgents and civilians to rubble, and a lot of other things I don't like to think about. When I was done, they gave me my papers, thanked me for my service, and sent me home.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
Hell Of A Guy
These fucking amateurs, Eddie thought derisively, have no idea what they're doing. Eddie was in Hell. No, not Michigan. Hell, as in the biblical place of damnation and endless suffering. And sure, Eddie had known he was going to hell from the time he skinned his first linebacker at age 14- he had prepared himself for an eternity spent burning as he progressed from librarians to underpaid and misinformed museum tour guides . . . he had a pain kink, anyway. He was prepared for eternal torture that outstripped anything that he could do. But, Jesus Christ on a pogo stick he was not expecting this.
By Delise Fantome4 years ago in Horror
Hannah's Labyrinth
She was found with her nose peeking from the earth, like the imprint of some bizarre fossil. Her nostrils flared wildly to draw in air, and the shallow ground heaved and fell with the rhythm of her chest. The gardener, Burt, quickly swept the mud from her face. Last night’s rain had made the clumps of dirt moist enough so that they clung to everything. Even as the larger globs rolled from her cheeks, tinier fragments hung from the ends of her long lashes, below the veils of which her eyes themselves were squeezed firmly shut, refusing to recognise the world.
By Dani Buckley4 years ago in Horror
MR. Violence Vs Dracula 2
ANTONY WAS NEVER EVIL HE ONLY KILLED THE PEOPLE THAT DESERVED IT, BUT IT CHANGED OVER TIME. THE ORIGIN OF DRACULA AND ANTONY WAS AT THE BEGINNING OF A.D. THE MAN FROM THE TAVERN NAMED VINCENT AND TELLS DRACULA THERE IS A VISITOR IN TOWN AND HIS NAME IS SEAN WALLACE IS HERE ON THE KING’S ORDERS TO UNCOVER THE TRUTH ABOUT OUR TOWN AND HE HAD TO DELIVERED FOOD AND SUPPLIES AND ANTONY SAYS HE HAS HEARD ABOUT THIS RAPHEAL JAMESON AND THEY CALL HIM THE KING OF THE SEA.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Horror
