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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.

The Ten Deadly SINS
If the first case can not be solved, the special case team will be disbanded! Everyone was in the office waiting for the results of the technical department, and no one spoke.
By king4 years ago in Horror
Cameron Wood
“Wake up and dance, you old bitch!” came a booming, slurred voice. The sound of it reverberated off the thin walls of the now closed dive bar.
By Robert Pettus4 years ago in Horror
Back From Death
Hello, my name is John, and I am an auto driver. Day or night, whenever I get a lift, I move where it informs me to go. But one day, such an incident happened to me that even if I remember him, I get shaken. Because that night I will probably never forget in my life. But today I will tell you the whole situation of that day and what happened to me.
By kanchan chauhan4 years ago in Horror
The Edge of Forever
Thunder blasted out by Theresa’s head, causing her to bolt awake with a scream. She had gone to bed when the storm had just started, hoping for a soothing rest for a change, but she wasn’t expecting the storm to move right overhead. Something flickered in the darkness to her left. She looked over in confusion to find a window and a strange storm of coloured clouds of purple, blue, pink, and green beyond it.
By Mychaila A. Rose4 years ago in Horror
The Beauty of Vengeance
My eyes fluttered and began to open as the blurriness cleared from my vision. A feeling of motion rushed over me and I felt strangely disoriented. As my eyes began to focus, I became acutely aware of my surroundings, but none of it made sense. Panic began to course through me like a runaway train, which was oddly apropos as I was ACTUALLY ON A TRAIN and I had no idea how I got there.
By Cynthia Holdcraft4 years ago in Horror
Rachel's Crisis
This scene takes place in the 1980’s the place is in London, England on a train that is moving at a high rate of speed. The horn blew and Rachel began to wake up with such a bad headache, she felt the bumps as if rocks were on the tracks. As she opened her eyes, her vision was blurry, but she saw a small, dim, light. “Where am I?” She said in a hoarse voice as she rubbed her eyes. “Stacy where are you?” As she looked around it was dark, and she could tell by the sound that she was on a train. She was sitting in a seat next to the window and it was dark outside. The dim light did not do her vision justice as she struggled to see, and her vision became clearer. She did not see anyone but quickly realized she was on a train. With no one around she became nervous.
By Teresa Barnes4 years ago in Horror
The mind of an American Serial killer
There I lay, untenably engulfed in the hopeless wallow of my deep thoughts. Or at least in the wallow of the thoughts I tried to think. The pain, it completely took all sense out of me and filled me with more of itself. It had somehow merged with my blood and coursed through my body in a somewhat well ordered attempt to turn it against itself. I can still see them now, the satisfying look in their eyes. Before the spectacle took place, the shadow of their expectation was evident. I saw it in their brows and eyes, the way they moved and talked, their auras but most especially, my sense. You see, I had always had a sense for these things ever since my first “incident.” It never occurred to me as paranoia, but more of a strength born of necessity. The necessity to live by the death of others. This sense I chose to ignore however, in the excitement of my soon coming release. I consider it a good mistake as you will soon come to find out. In due time I was knocked unconscious by the pain as a large crowd proceeded to surround me. More of them wishing for my slow death, well preferred over survival. I cared not, but could greatly do without the great noise the ruckus made.
By Vince Bel4 years ago in Horror
Interrogation in Room #3
Meet a vampire hunter, who's new to the game, and about the face the unexpected consequences of his actions... You can listen to this story and more on the Bedtime Stories for Insomniacs fiction podcast available on all podcast apps and Audible.
By Rich Hosek4 years ago in Horror
Bloody Red
Alas be gone you demons and let me sleep in peace once more. My resolve cast great fear upon me. Not of myself, but of the very thoughts I let roam free without care. And eating me up from within was the ease with which I succumbed to them.
By Vince Bel4 years ago in Horror
The Other Me
I was twelve years old the first time I saw her, the other me. I was sitting on a damp beach towel in the backseat of my stepdad's Range Rover next to Buddy, my golden retriever, and we had just pulled out of the crushed seashell parking lot onto Gulf Drive. My mom was in the front seat breastfeeding baby Theo, and my stepdad was in a bad mood because he was out of beer.
By Lindsay4 years ago in Horror
Express Menu
TALBOT A. felt the whirring hum even before she opened her eyes. She did not know, at that point, that she should not to be able to feel the movement, regardless of how fast the train was moving. Or that this was her very first sign that things here were broken.
By Michelle Mead 4 years ago in Horror
Happy House Hill
Once upon a time, there was a marvelous house, on a modest hill, at the edge of a quaint little town. The Happy House was a good house, it loved to make people happy, but it always knew that the people who would come to live within its walls would leave eventually. It struggled to understand the human mind. It made The Happy House sad to think about how lonely it would be without a family, as it wondered:
By Tewahway4 years ago in Horror