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.

Stolen Friend
In the dark twinkling night, two young girls lie within the heart of a tranquil meadow. They lie there as the wind greets the glistening wheat. The two girls chat about the lovely day they've had. Their names are Brin Kindly and Jenna Finn. Ever since Jenna met Brin in primary school, they've been best friends. Time has passed, and now that they are Middleton freshmen, they have more freedom, including wandering out and studying the stars above Standley Field. But best of all is walking through the Mysterious Woods. That's what they both called it, even though they knew that it was named Spink Woods. Their free imagination induces them to believe in things that don't exist. When Brin's mother died, she spent the majority of her time sitting in the tree weeping therefore they sometimes called it the Weeping Willow
By Blu Smith4 years ago in Horror
Celestial Bodies
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” Please do not read this version, I am working on getting it deleted, which is apparently a several step process. Go to the same title/ picture below in the stories listings.
By Nyssa Lyon4 years ago in Horror
Lure
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A flickering orange glow, inviting in contrast to the steely cold light from the hazy moon. I blinked my tired eyes hard, a frown gathering on my forehead. Strange. I didn’t remember seeing the cabin there before. I’d heard of it, of course. Everyone in the town had. As children, we’d all heard the stories of the creepy cabin on the edge of Lumley’s Woods. Just on the outskirts of town. I looked both ways as I crossed the road, more out of habit than anything else. It wasn’t like there would be any cars out here. Especially not at this time of night. A humid breeze carried the scent of damp, dewy grass and the first sighs of summer. Soon this little town would be full of tourists, enjoying time away from their busy city lives. For now though, it was dead out here.
By Xan Indigo4 years ago in Horror
Forever a Stranger and Alone
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. At one point, the four who had gathered here each year deep within the woods had been friends.
By Leon Warczak 4 years ago in Horror
A Cosmic Concerto
Alfred was a musician, through and through. In his mind, music was a universal language that surpassed understanding. A way of communication, of expression, of one’s self, without the need for words.
By Bradley Ramsey4 years ago in Horror
The Shadow in the House
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It had once served as a storehouse in a time of blight, and it laid untouched until Daddy went searching for gold in the floorboards. Dry leaves and limp grass blanketed the fields below the splintering foundation, but the soil was spongey with fertility. The fruits rotting on the ground fed the earth, and yet, the crops continued to die. Little buds fought for life out of season, only to fade like the last and the last and the last. Wet planks buckled under the weight of viscous white slop. The white leaked out of it sometimes, and the scent burnt May’s nose when it wafted through on stormy nights. An unnatural rustle pounded through the sky, and Momma’s candles trembled on their shelves. A shadow trickled like a fat stream of rain over the ceiling beams.
By Harbor Cecille4 years ago in Horror
The Experiment
PART I: The Experiment The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I had been uncertain for a time that I was in the right place, and once or twice I was almost certain that I was lost. In the darkness of the forest, made worse by a cold and steady rain which fell heavily through the overhanging trees, it was difficult to maintain any sense of direction. But rain was good, and sometimes it was useful in our experiments. Unfortunately for me, however, it had turned the pathway through the woods into a treacherously slick morass, and but for the lantern I held in my outstretched hand, it would only have been a matter of time before I stumbled and injured myself. As if was, my boots squished through the mud, and conscious of an urge to proceed carefully, I clutched my medical case close underneath my coat as I made my way down the path. My partner had given me that medical case, --it had once been his, --and contained within it the whole accoutrement necessary for our practice together. Several scalpels of varying lengths and shapes, a Bunsen burner and a canister of its fuel, several vials of our proprietary medications, a syringe for their intravenous administration, and a metronome.
By Sean Byers4 years ago in Horror
The Colorado Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Daniel, do you see that?" Charlie asked anxiously. "I see a candle lit!"
By Alana Marie 4 years ago in Horror
Crimson Mist
*SCREEEECH* I frantically leap out of bed to the piercing shriek of metal scraping against metal. “What the hell was that?” I mumble, as I wipe the sleep from my eyes.
By Tewahway4 years ago in Horror
The Way She Gets Her Dinner
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. We had seen the cabin from a distance on many a hike through the deep, marshy woods near Widow Lake. Our troopmaster let us explore the woods on our own and we relished the adventure beyond the safety of the campgrounds and the promise of discovery.
By Richard J. Phillips4 years ago in Horror
A Candle in the Storm
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. On the few occasions, over the last century, when a candle had been spotted, someone’s life had been snuffed out.
By Bethany G4 years ago in Horror
Whispers In The Walls
It’s a Thursday with a bright, glimmering, clear sky, its six o’clock in the Jameson residence and he walks in. “Buddy, I’m here, are you all set?” , says Michael, in his deeper, more manly voice. He was sweaty, his long brown hair ran down to his shoulders, wet, as he took of his size 38 coat. He was a 23 year old college student living with his younger brother, Philip. He’d just gotten back from his work shift, ready to relax. After a long day of packing cement, he definitely needed a shower.
By Emil Joel Hernandez 4 years ago in Horror