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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 Faucet and the Drips
The Faucet It was pouring on that day, even more than the day before. I remember mindlessly scoping through Crave for something interesting to watch, bored out of my mind. I was curled on the couch with a small blanket lazily bunched over my legs, a bowl of popcorn kernels slanted near the far arm of the couch. The screen continuously changed hue as I shifted through show after show. Nothing sparked an interest. I had thought maybe it was the rain pelting against the roof that put me in a depressed state. I never did like the rain nor the disgusting worms that were summoned by it. Again a long sigh left me as I hunched over to grab the bowl, making my way through the dark house to the kitchen. I casually flicked on the stove light as it was bright enough to make out the area while placing the bowl in the sink, whose faucet had a drip I could never solve. I had leaned against the counter for a moment, taking in a breath as the ‘tap, tap, tap’’ of water played in the background. The house was utterly silent except for that, and for a reason, I still cannot explain a shiver ran up my spine. Suddenly I whipped around as I felt a quick shallow breath blow against my nape. I was met with the darkness of the hallway. I was alone. I swear to you that it had not been the first occurrence of such an event. Of course, I always played it off as those crime shows steeping into my tired brain. Speaking of which, I had glanced at the time while my heart had yet to finish thumping. It was a quarter past three, so I decided to turn in for the night.
By Courtney Chesney4 years ago in Horror
Day in, Day out
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Having exchanged his life in the city, Thomas wished for a place of solitude, away from civilization and people in general. He found refuge in this cabin, a place where he believed he would no longer be bothered.
By Noah Baldwin4 years ago in Horror
Spirits and demons
In the afternoon in the mountains, the sunlight through the gaps between the branches and leaves, sprinkled on the ground covered with dead leaves, forming a piece of swaying light spots. The breeze is mixed with the smell of mud and moss, and it drifts in, gently taking away some of the summer heat. If you quietly listen carefully, there will be birds singing to the accompaniment of the gurgling stream.
By megangochoa4 years ago in Horror
Not a Sight, Not a Sound
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Three young people stealthily make their way through the trees, splashing through the moonlit puddles, visible only due to the bright yellow raincoats that their parents had insisted that they wear in case it rained. The parents had, as they frequently were, been right.
By Dave Rowlands4 years ago in Horror
