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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.

Ghost Girlfriend
Ding Xiao and Yu Man met on a bridge. At eight o'clock in the evening, the road is sparse with few pedestrians, Ding Xiao passed by a bridge when she saw a few perverts sitting toward a beautiful girl sitting on the bridge, she was wearing a set of pink dress, a delicate face looks a little indifferent, at the moment she looked at the distance with a confused gaze, not the slightest idea that the few people who came around were beating her up.
By Adele Williams4 years ago in Horror
Lost + Hungry
STAGES We had done some things. Some, unspeakable. Others we were proud to boast about. But we found ourselves here after our last "unspeakable"... Let's call it a sin, it fits with where it seems we are.
By Demeter-Valencia A Lopez4 years ago in Horror
The Fire Flies
I’ve always been a lonely man, but back then it didn’t feel so lonely; it was just life and I was good at living it. Each day would pass with little resemblance to anything remotely enlightening or life changing. I would wake up and brush my teeth, comb the last few hairs that I had on the top of my head and set out to work; ready to accumulate another dollar for the day. Driving to work I was left in a zombie like state not really being coherent of the street lights or even pedestrians walking by; my brain filtering them out as if they were a floater in my eye, instead my body just knew what to do, I would blink and I would be at work, blink again and I will be at home. Routine engulfed my life and I didn’t see anything wrong with it, it was normal for forty two years and I had no interest in changing it. People would tell me the usual; I need to find a wife; I need to have kids; hell I need friends, my response would always be the same “why?” No one ever gave me a good reason to why I needed these things, they just told me I was suppose have these things, that I was suppose to want these things. Wanting anything in my opinion was over rated, wanting is the equivalent to desire and I knew that desire led to risks; something I always avoided and judging by the scenarios that played out in other peoples lives it was best not to desire anything or anyone.
By Adan Men4 years ago in Horror
A story for You
…“No it was his soul in the briefcase”, Michelle tells me. “No way come on, his soul?”, I respond back with a stern voice.
By Adan Men4 years ago in Horror
The Beach House
It was summer my favourite time of year, and I always try to go away for a few days in August time, I love the sea so usually rent out a small beach house somewhere on the coast, I like to go to different locations to experience different cultures and enjoy amazing views. This year I wanted to go to a small seaside coast in the southeast of England, I had heard it was a beautiful place to visit with lots of activities to keep me busy, i scouted online for hours trying to find a reasonable priced house to rent for a couple of days, it was quite expensive, must be a popular location for tourists, I had almost given up hope when i saw the perfect place, from the pictures it had everything I needed for a great time away, plus it was right on the beach, I couldn’t understand why it was so cheap to stay there, there must be an error on the website, it was owned by a private landlord so decided to contact them to enquire about the price, there wasn’t a phone number on the website just email address so sent an email to clarify the price and whether the house was available on the dates I needed. I sent an email and too my amazement I got an email straight back within seconds which was quite strange, the price was correct on the website and the dates were available, I was thrilled, and paid a deposit to rent the property for the days I wanted, the landlord sent me all the details for the house, and where to find the key, he gave me instructions to how to use the stove and how to operate the heating, but what was odd, he told me to always lock the house in the evening, and always keep the upstairs bathroom door shut at night, I thought this was a strange request but reassured him that I would do as he asked, and keep everything locked up at night.
By Lisa Horn4 years ago in Horror
It Will Come Back
Something was out there, in the murky swamp, and it was eating her food. It started with the trash can out back being overturned. Then the pies and breads she set on the windowsill to cool started going missing. She didn’t care much about whatever was out there, after all the problem was simple enough to solve. She started letting things cool on the kitchen counter, both to deter whatever was out there and to save some money, since she couldn’t afford to make daily trips to the nearest town’s grocery and keep up with her aging father’s abundant medical bills. He was bedridden now, iller than she’d ever seen him.
By Micah Frazey4 years ago in Horror
Nope review: Is Jordan Peele's latest sci-fi horror his best film yet?
In 2017, Jordan Peele, best known, at the time, for his comedy work on the popular sitcom Key and Peele, and a variety of feature film outings, including Keanu, shocked cinemagoers around the world with his horror film debut, Get Out, which singularly redefined the genre, receiving critical acclaim and later earning the director/writer his first Oscar for Best Original Screenplay. The mixed response from audiences over its genre notwithstanding (something Peele later lamented when acknowledging the genre confusion caused by the Oscar-winning flick), Peele created something truly special with Get Out, providing a terrifying and wholly unique look at liberal racism through intensely provocative social commentary and a deeply unsettling premise.
By Liam Spencer4 years ago in Horror
The Door
My eyes slowly creak open to a dark room, the lingering of a headache permeating and the hint of bad morning breath simmers around me. I know this feeling too well, another drunken stupor and I lay in my own filth and sweat as I wallow in regret. I try to mustard up the least amount of energy to get up and urinate; though there have been times where I don’t make it that far and instead choose to piss the bed. I cautiously sit up and reach to caress my forehead, the pounding is worse than usual and I contemplate the idea of just going back to sleep but then I feel it, the unsettling of my stomach; gag reflexes begin to spasm,
By Adan Men4 years ago in Horror
Quark
Kyle always combed yard sales. On Fridays he’d cruise the streets, eyes peeled for hand-lettered signs; one couldn’t count on the Internet alone. Some people just eschewed technology, saying the old ways are the best ways. Most ticked the box of the over-seventy age group on their Census forms. Silver-headed wonders, painstakingly writing checks at the grocery store, completely oblivious to how goddam inconvenient they were being. Those were the same folks that staked out a sign advertising weekend yard sales.
By N.J. Gallegos 4 years ago in Horror
Graveyard Bet
The greatest regret of my life is to have accepted that stupid, devastating, and chaotic bet. But who could have ever thought, in their right minds, that something so bizarre could actually happen? We have been a group of six buddies ever since school. We went to the same high school and even college, hanging out at bars, each other’s dorm rooms, and university cafeterias. College was about to end; we would be mature adults soon, with proper jobs and responsibilities. Some of us were even engaged. Instead of easing into this new way of life, we thought our carefree, goofy, and leisurely days would soon be behind us. Something began to stir in our group, an aching desire to do reckless things, perhaps one small adventure in stupidity, just to feel alive. In this spirit, the fateful bet came into existence one evening.
By Fezan Javed4 years ago in Horror
Gum Shoe Blues
Gum Shoe Blues I'd been working at this thrift store for about a week before I stumbled across the box. I say working, but it's more like volunteering. I'll save you the gory details, but needless to say that I screwed up after a night of drinking and ran into a bus stop with my car. Thankfully it was three am. There was no one in it, and the judge decided not to ruin my life over a mistake. He gave me community service and told me that it better never happen again. This was ideal since, as a college student, I don't have a lot of money. I also couldn't afford to get kicked out of college for going to jail either. So, with thirty-six weeks of community service to serve, I sat about working for my local thrift store, Charlies Second Chances.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
Fisherman
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Brandon’s words echoed in my mind as I was slowly being lowered through the deep, empty blackness.
By Teagan Ives4 years ago in Horror