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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.
Hustle and Subsidize Your Period Flow
It's the day, that day...the only day to not wear white. Whoops... Thank God the government gives instant care, therapy, Uber rides and even free scratch-offs for any PD problems that women encounter these days. Ever since the police force in the United States was meet turned into Community Helpers, things have spawned from chaos to glory. We live in a time where women don't pay for tampons, old and young people don't pay for diapers and bottled water is free.
By Acer Longfellow McPhee5 years ago in Horror
The Tank Cleaner
It was bright in the corridors of the hospital, but the lonely waiting room was dim. The overhead lights were off to deter loitering. Light from the only window diffused as wafts of snow closed in the perimeters inch by inch. Dim and quiet, all thanks to the snowfall. It carried on falling as Frank Sr. sat, waiting, in this room designed for the purpose, by the fish tank installed to distract worried loved ones. He had found, during his hours of waiting, that the seat to the left of the fish tank provided optimal sightlines to the security door that was behind reception whilst also providing him cover from passersby in the hall. His face, it seemed, lead the charge of his guilt and grief over his son’s accident. It was better, when he had his moments, that he be able to conceal himself.
By C.D. Hoyle5 years ago in Horror
The Alley
“I’m telling you, I saw it as plain as day. There was a man and a woman, and she led him into this alleyway, you know the one between the bar and the butcher? She led him down there, looking none the wiser following right behind.” Lehman animating the story as he went, waving his thin wiry arms wildly to point. He was tall, lanky, and blonde, but youth kept him in shape. He stood standing over a section of corroded and dismantled railroad tracks in the heart of the city. Horse drawn wagons carrying men and women who wore perfumed clothes passed by, driven by men with funny mustaches and tall hats. His fellow blue collar brothers didn’t care for them much.
By Isaiah Friday5 years ago in Horror
The Wizard in Room 5B
Mr. Forrest had a dark soul. By all accounts, he was an unattractive man, both in appearance and in demeanor. He was born to a dirt-poor Southern family and reared a dirt-poor family of his own. He’d become a lieutenant general during the war, accused of crimes against the black Union Army. The water of the Mississippi ran red with their blood, and Mr. Forrest was pleased with that.
By Shannon Yarbrough5 years ago in Horror
1908
It was 1908 and Dr. Stephen Wittacre ran an asylum in an abandoned forest in Maine. This asylum was rumored to be haunted by the local townspeople. Stories of torture and rebellion reign supreme all over the town. The main story that people tell is about a girl named Piny. She was an assistant to the doctor as she was slightly more lucid than the regular patients. Until one day when the doctors use of torture methods changed her life. She was usually slow and liked to talk herself through everything to make sure she remembers. She refused to give a medicine to a patient that she knew was not right for him. She knew he was being given too much and ot was making him sick everday worse and worse. As she said no and refused to do as the doctor asked. She was alway quiet and submissive. For her punishment he put her in a chair that was suspended from the ceiling and spun in a clockwise direction. As she slowly spun she noticed that the rope holding her chair started fraying. The line keeping her above a 30 foot drop was slowly withering away. As she felt the seconds pass and rotations increase she started to feel the weight of her tiny body pulling on an ever fraying line. Without a scream the line broke and she plummeted in her chair to the bottom of this well smacking her head on the concrete bottom. She laid in bed for a week in a comatose state. They left her alone thinking that she would be dead soon. About a week later she woke up with such a horrible headache that she couldn’t think at all. She managed to crawl out of bed and grab some bread and a cup of water that was left by the bread by someone that favored her. This was not known to the doctor because he was so distracted by his new and inventive ways of torturing his patients. He believed in phrenology making it possible to make his own diagnosis and make a treatment for what he thinks is wrong. He loved shock therapy, waterboarding, and and what he called scraping. Which was laying a person on the ground while he took sheets of nails, blades, and metal corners and drug it across the persons body until they increase submissive behavior. It was meant for those that rebelled to his methods. This is one of many things he invented to torture his patients because he was delusional and thought he could cure them from everything. A few days later Piny disappears from her room unnoticed and goes back to the doctor for her job back. In shock he gives her the medicine to give to the man who was being made sick and she bows and says, “yes, doctor I will give them to him”. What the doctor didn’t see was the small tic tack looking pills that she quickly swapped th out with before the doctor watched her drug this poor patient. After the doctor agreed and left her by this man’s side Piny whispered in his ear, “I gave you an aspirin instead.I’m going to need your help here soon! Pretend to be miserable and fight with me everyday about these meds. When the time comes we’re gonna stop the doctor from doing this all together. Days went by and then weeks as she saw the light in his eyes get clearer as was slowly building her army with patients from the clinic that she substituted meds out for. By the time 6 months had rolled around she had all of the patients clean from what meds they were on and ready to end the evil doctor! It was a party night! The doctor let his staff imbibe in alcohol and other substances once in a blue moon. So this was the perfect time to take them all down. First that needed to go was a man named Talbot. He was the doctors muscle and restraint when things got violent which was often. Talbot was about 6’ 4’’ and a built man That bragged about steroid use and other things that a man shouldn’t brag about. However Piny had a plan. There was this white powder that she had seen used on other patients thT she wanted to try for herlself. It was red in nature and had the consistency of flower. Once blown onto the face of an individual it caused seizing, delusions, and mental breakdown. Not telling the others about this idea she wanted to take down Talbot before the rest of the patients started fighting to give them a good chance at escaping. She snuck up behing him and asked to see if he needed anything from her before she retired and as he bent down to talk to her she blew a puff of red smoke in his face making him hit the ground in convulsions. Step one was done, now on to the mass exodus. There was a bell that was rang everyday at lunch to signal food. She rang this at 10 that evening and her army of patients would know this was the bell to freedom. At this momen they all stopped acting strange and drugged looking and stood up and started attacking guards. The good doctor was not thrilled about the idea of security because any good souls would hinder his progress. No good conscience could work in his facility. The security he does have is the worst of the worst. As the patients are taking care of the guards Piny and a few friends are grabbing the good doctor and deciding what they should do to him! After the riots and burning subsided the lot of patients ran away and found shelter elsewhere. She however stayed to play with the good doctor. What no one knew was that bash to her head from the fall all those months ago is that she started thinking clearer and getting smarter. She took over the asylum and started using it for better purposes until her death in 1945. It was then a bonded and left for what it was as no one wanted to investigate what really happened in that asylum! It sat for decades with no one to visit it. Until now…..
By Linda Stanfill5 years ago in Horror
Omen
The first time Terrance sees the owl, it is a Sunday, and it is a Sunday like any other. The nighttime streets are slick-black with rain, and the yellowredwhite reflections of head and tail lights make watercolor masterpieces across the ground. The squeak of her sneakers, alongside the gentle splash as she wades through inch-deep puddles melts into the sounds of the city around her, though it is hardly proper city anymore — more suburbia than the bustle of a downtown square. Normally she feels safe here, within blocks of her home and cocooned in the relative safety of sturdy buildings built long before she’d been born, and that would hopefully stand long after she was gone.
By Lauren Wagner5 years ago in Horror
Liquor Run
Rain came down on Karmen’s windshield as her old Chevy truck rattled along the two-lane blacktop. No other cars passed as she squinted through the darkness. She kept to a slow speed to ensure that she didn’t collide with any of the critters that liked to skitter across the road at night. Her head began to pound and she rubbed her temple, grimacing. On her left she passed the old green dented mailbox that belonged to no one in particular. It had been there as long as Karmen could remember. The throbbing in her head announced its presence more loudly, and she gritted her teeth, finding it difficult to stay in her lane. The pounding reached a crescendo as she pulled up to the ancient tree with the gnarl twisted in the shape of an owl. She let out a groan, but the pain suddenly dissipated as she drove past the tree. She shook her head and breathed out slowly, feeling a lightness that allowed her to release her tensed up shoulders. Karmen put on her left blinker even though no one was around, and eased into one of three parking spaces at Mr. Jenkins' Liquor and Bait Shop. The time on the dash read 6:00, right on time, just like every Saturday.
By Grace Simms5 years ago in Horror
