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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.
Old Windows and Candle Wax
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This cabin in the woods was an old cabin. Not old like a 1980’s single-wide trailer dropped off in the forest and hooked up to a septic tank kind of old. I’m talking about the kind of old cabin that the forest has mostly reclaimed. It was one of those old cabins that was built around the fireplace. One of those hand-built, stone-by-stone fireplaces and chimneys that become the heart and soul of the home. The kind of old cabin that the windows aren’t crystal clear factory manufactured glass, but old hand-made silicone windows full of swirls and bubbles. The kind of old windows that looked like artwork when the sun hit them just right. That candle in the window was old too. Not one of those plastic candles with a gold-painted base and an electric fake flickering candlelight that people put on their front window to make their home look like a child’s Christmas story book cover in winter. I am talking about the kind of old candle that has a heavy brass base attached to a round finger hold and a real wax candle melting, dripping, now cascading down onto that brass base. It was one of those old cabins in the woods that few people knew about. You could only find it by following an old game trail. That is how Chuck found it.
By Carmen Elmer4 years ago in Horror
Fool's Gold: Michael: Determined
Michael found more cash, watches, and rings as he pilfered through the dregs. He had found a purse and used it to carry his items. He hoped one of the many sets of keys he found was for a vehicle by the fence; he didn’t think he could walk too far, his head was pounding and he felt sick from leaning to check dregs.
By Nikolle Freeman4 years ago in Horror
As Calais Sleeps
It was dingier than most. A bulb had extinguished in one of the fridges and another blinked intermittently. The house lights were half asleep, bathing the garage in artificial twilight. Dominic barely felt the change in atmosphere emerging through the automatic doors from the midnight chill.
By Liam Cairns4 years ago in Horror
The Curse of Timber Den
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A candle that marked the passing of yet more young souls consumed by a curse in the quaint New England town of Timber Den. A curse spat by a witch as she swung from the rafters of that cabin thousands of campfires before.
By Jet Garner4 years ago in Horror
Snuff the Flame
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The fierce glow of the light through the now cracked window was obscured by a tangle of web and dust, though from miles down the hill at this late hour, it caught the attention of an old man walking his dog down old country roads. He had taken this path many times before and neglected to give the old cabin more than a moments notice, perhaps due to a youth spent hearing tall tales of the rickety old shack.
By Ryan Appleyard4 years ago in Horror
Ragdoll
Death is a scary thing to experience. You never know if there’s an afterlife or if there’s just nothing. I was just thirteen when I died. I got leukemia and was stuck in the hospital for weeks at the end of it all. My grandmother knitted me a doll. A rag doll. It was my favorite doll in the world. I named it Celeste and told my family that I’ll try my hardest to get better. My mother made a badge with the name Celeste on it, and my grandmother sewed it onto my rag doll. I was so grateful. I promised I’ll never lose this doll ever.
By S. M. Williams 4 years ago in Horror
My Name Was Danny
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. What? Again? His concentration broken, the poet Carlyl opened his eyes. Reaching up, he rubbed his temples and then ran both hands through his salt and pepper hair. This was the third time in a row that the candle had ruined his simple mental exercise. He blew out a long rush of air.
By Mark E. Cutter4 years ago in Horror
