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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.
Where the Road Ends
The Newbranson's had been feeling distant from each other. No one talked anymore or even sat to have family time. Torn apart by lies and shame, the mother sarah was determined to pull her shattered and scattered family together for a family trip.
By Shannon henderson 4 years ago in Horror
Red
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was a welcome sight for she was lost, thirsty and hungry, and so very cold. It was late December. She should be home, helping prepare the holiday dinner. There would be no feast this year, unless it was she...a feast for the hungry wolf who was surely following her tracks, waiting for her to fall.
By Ginger Winters4 years ago in Horror
The Catch
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. More than one night, if Bill Johnson was to be believed. Bill, the town mechanic and the self-appointed “watchdog of this town”, said on more than one occasion that he “seen a light comin’ out of the shack down by Presser’s Crossin’, not any flashlight neither. It was a flame, like a candle or a match or something!” Unfortunately for Bill, no one believed him since he made a habit of calling the local police department whenever a stray cat wandered by or his newspaper didn’t make it all the way to the front porch in the morning. His last report, delivered via a screaming and mostly incoherent call directly to the police chief, was about how a “hooligan up to no good” was trying to break into his house. After sending out a squad car, it was found to be the mailman trying to deliver a package.
By Greg Birdwell4 years ago in Horror
An Evening Walk
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Sadie noticed the small flicker of light from her own room. There were only two cabins out here in this neck of the woods. Her father’s that sat at one end of the lake, and on the opposite side, the old and decrepit one she looked at now. She’d asked him once who owned it, but he didn’t know. He said it had been deserted long before they bought theirs. Sadie wasn’t even born.
By Grace Buszko-Clark4 years ago in Horror
The Goddess Pit
~October 6, 1983 Tomorrow is the Endowment ceremony, that sanctified and most holy of ceremonies that continues our legacy. And yet, I cannot help but have twinges, regrets...guilts. Mother says I should not have any guilts. She says it is the will of the Goddess that it be this way. And yet this guilt still sits in my center, cold and heavy, like a smooth river stone pulling me deeper down. Mother says I should rejoice in my coming gifts, and to know that I will pass them on to my children. But again, I cannot help but think, at what cost?
By James Compton4 years ago in Horror
Relics of a Bygone Society
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. For fifty years the aged cabin had not been lit, had not been occupied. Just a relic of a bygone society, or so had been thought by those who knew its secrets. The dilapidated structure saw weeds and vines encroach on its walls and windows after decades of being forgotten. The old path through the thick woods had all but vanished with time, and the creatures of the night had once again come to occupy the property and its surroundings in the absence of the lost souls who once kept them away with their hushed cries and hurried hikes along the passageway.
By Skylar Callahan4 years ago in Horror
