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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.
Dread Knights
The emblem sat quietly in her palm, but Bailey knew it was alive. She stared at the blood-red ruby in its face, waiting for it to jump or skitter away. Anything, that's all Bailey wanted to see. Things had been happening ever since she swiped it from the exhibit at the castle museum. Some of them had made her question the sanity she held dear.
By T. A. Brimer4 years ago in Horror
The Queen Mary real horror story
In 1936 a ship was built named Queen Mary. This ship was built in England. And the amazing thing is that this ship was one of the most haunted ships in the world. It completed its last journey in 1967. But during World War 2, from 1940 to 1946, it was temporarily converted into a troop ship.
By chandan chakraverty4 years ago in Horror
My Husband's Last Visit
My husband was such a wonderful man. The kind of man that would give any hitchhiker a ride. Even if they were sporting a two-headed ax and covered in blood, he'd say, "Honey, you can't judge a book by its cover, no matter how bad it looks." It was one of the things I always loved about him.
By Luther Kross4 years ago in Horror
Phantom Island-"Origins"-37
Octavian had been walking through thick forest for several days now. Faith had told him this morning there were no more of the awesome ‘nest’ trees for him to stay in, and they’d have to start getting creative with his sleeping places.
By Author Jennifer Treece4 years ago in Horror
Waltz of the Ozarks
Dawn’s golden light spilled across the broad meadow, illuminating drying grasses and brambles that had recently begun their autumn dormancy. Here and there, ideally-positioned dewdrops captured a passing beam and forcibly split it into its component colors, so that the vegetation seemed adorned with fantastical rainbow-hued gems. The mid-October air had its characteristic nip, but hadn’t yet acquired the deep chill that late-November’s bow season would bring. Somewhere in the distance, a fire smoldered in a woodstove or a hunter’s camp, lending its hardwood smoke scent to the breeze that it rode. Soon, the surrounding forest would come alive with the subdued sounds of a midwestern forest in autumn, the occasional caw of crows, rustling of dried leaves on forest floor as squirrels, rabbits, and gamebirds went about their daily business, but for now all was silence.
By G. K. Starkwater4 years ago in Horror
Do Not Enter
Some years ago two teenagers went urban exploring inside the abandoned apartments besides Runcorn's shopping centre. These buildings have stood untouched for almost 10 years and plans to refurbish them have come and gone like tears in the rain. The site is unsafe and there are many signs all over the place that state:
By Joseph Roy Wright4 years ago in Horror
The Forest: Part 1
“It’s getting too dark. I don’t know which way they went.” Deputy Walker says nervously. The sun is setting fast on the officers, especially with the giant oak trees found in the Hollow Creek Forest. As soon as the sun gets low enough the forest trees consume the light, and the entire area is engulfed in darkness. Sheriff Pearson starts to slow his pace from a sprint to a jog and when he reaches the edge of the Hollow Creek Forest he stops completely. Deputy Walker slowly catches up to the sheriff. He stands next to Pearson and bends over, placing both hands on his knees. He takes this brief moment of rest to try and catch his breath and let his heart calm down slightly. The two officers have been chasing these two on foot for close to ten minutes and the Deputy is exhausted.
By Jeremy Collopy4 years ago in Horror
The Reoccurring Nightmares
One day in the summer. The sun beat down relentlessly, the heat radiating through his clothes and stifling him. He was so used to being cold, but with this weather, it felt like every ounce of warmth had been leached from him. He was sweating as he trudged through a small copse of trees. It wasn't that far from his home, maybe five minutes tops, but he couldn't bear to think about how much it would suck to be caught by his parents while he was outside. He didn't want them to find him, even if they were just passing by; he was still sick, and no one knew about it. But then again, who cares, he thought. Nobody would know anyway because you're dead, you idiot, a voice inside his head whispered. He shoved it away and tried his hardest not to look back. It was easier said than done though because there was nowhere else for him to go. Even if there was, he wouldn't have wanted to go anywhere near that damned place anymore. He'd rather be out here, sweating buckets in the blistering sunlight, than sitting around in some stupid town hall discussing taxes or whatever.
By Penned by Ria4 years ago in Horror
