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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.
No where tracks
A cold breeze dances across my face, I open my eyes and adjust myself to the dim lighting above me occasionally flickering on and off. I push off the cool metal floor, using the pole to steady myself. I have a slight pain in my head niggling away at me enough to rub my hand across the back. The train is moving at full speed, I just see blank walls outside. I glance down the carriage noticing its empty, quiet and clean, no other sign of life or movement or sound. I turn to try the operators door and it opens but no one is inside, no driver, no other staff just the controls. The room was dark apart from the lights on the control panels buttons, there was no window though. It was a window but it was all black, I couldn't see a thing so where is every one and how is this train driving itself?
By Sophie larissa4 years ago in Horror
The Party that Ended in the Train of Terror in 2222
Adam was a wealthy, attractive, single 30-year-old male who enjoyed life. A free-spirited young man. Parties, bars, girls, trips, and more were his life. He lived alone and constantly hosted parties for his friends. Often, they ended on a great note, until that day in September 2222 at the stroke of midnight.
By Debbie's Reflection4 years ago in Horror
Beautiful Dreamer, Part Three
Day 8 Nelson-Casseus Suite ALL POWERFUL, Atlantic Ocean We didn’t talk about what happened after we got back to the room. We didn’t talk about it last night, either. We need to talk about it, though. Even if we don’t talk about how Jayden killed a man, we need to talk about what we do now. We can’t try the Captain’s radio. If there are still announcements going like this, someone is obviously still there, and we can’t take anyone on, not in our condition, and I severely doubt whoever’s there would be letting all this happen if they were serious about the passengers’ safety. A distress signal is just out of the question. Jayden is avoiding confronting the problem now, avoiding me, but if we’re going to get off this ship, we can’t go on like this.
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 years ago in Horror
The Hospital Doppleganger
In late 2016 a woman named Mary was working as an emergency room technician. She was in charge of helping patients breathe as a respiratory therapist. She would go through the hospital and assist patients that needed help breathing on their own. She would attach a machine to them that assisted in breathing as they were wheeled to another floor. One seemingly normal day she was doing just that. She was with a few other doctors and nurses as they wheeled a patient towards the large freight elevator. She hit the button and waited for the doors to open. One second, two seconds, the door stayed still. Finally it opened and she began to wheel the patient inside. A slight chill caught her attention but she rubbed it off. She pushed the patient into the freight elevator and squished in with everyone else.
By Stories From The Dark4 years ago in Horror
Hade's Express
“Ticket check, ticket check, please have your tickets ready!” Startled, I woke up from a deep sleep. Where am I, and how did I get here? Frantic, I feel around my jacket and look in my pocket for any sign of a ticket. Nothing. The last thing I remember, is that I fell asleep, in my bed. I don’t even remember dreaming. Is this a dream? I pinch myself, which I could feel, “no,” I think to myself, “it’s not a dream.” The conductor is a few isles behind me, now, “ticket check, ticket check, please have your tickets ready, the conductor repeated again, walking down the aisles. Getting more nervous by the second, I keep fumbling around my clothes, looking for anything resembling a ticket. He’s getting closer and closer, until he is right next to me. The conductor stops at my seat, “ticket please,” he said. Still fumbling around my jacket I look up at him and say, “sir, I’m sorry, I don’t have,” what’s this? In my pocket, out of nowhere, there is what appears to be a paper-like object. I pull it out, it’s a black ticket, with red writing on it. A chill went up and down my spine. There were goosebumps on my arms and legs.
By Virginia Stackhouse4 years ago in Horror
Bad Mona
Aaron taped another flyer to another telephone pole. It had a photo of a black Bombay cat with green eyes and a pink collar and read “Missing Cat. Very sweet and affectionate. Her name is Ramona but she doesn’t always respond to it. $200 reward for her safe return.” His phone number was attached in little tear away slips cut into the bottom. He sighed and surveyed the rest of the signs attached to this telephone pole and all the others he’d attached signs to. Missing children. More missing cats. So far there were five kids that had disappeared from his neighborhood in the past month and an unknown number of cats. It was a small, poor neighborhood on the outskirts of a small, forgotten town, and people were on edge. The local newspaper speculated that a serial killer or child predator of some kind had been stalking the area. Parents were told to keep an eye on their kids and only let them play inside after dark. They also speculated that the killer might enjoy kidnapping and torturing cats. It was a pretty common trait as serial killers go. In a place where people were already naturally suspicious of their neighbors this did not add anything good to the already unpleasant atmosphere of fear and paranoia that seemed to grip the entire town.
By Joe Chlapowski4 years ago in Horror
Reflection
Reflection The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but a candle burned in the window one night. The girl spotted the dim light through the falling snow. Her airbag partially blocked her vision but she could make out the outline of a small wooden frame cabin. She shook her head as if to clear it and tried to exit the vehicle. Unfortunately, the car was half-buried in a snow ditch and the door was blocked. She slid to the passenger and with some effort, found her way out into the cold.
By Lynn Weeks Williams4 years ago in Horror
