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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 Night Never Forgets
PHILIP The cold night glares at me, pulling each strand of hair on my now not-so-smooth skin. I feel so naked out here, like the night could see the horror locked within my heart, the secret buried, never to be dug up. It's all an imagination I know; for one, I am clothed to my teeth, and I am aware that the night cannot see; it's all in my mind. Why is this different, though? This is not the first secret I have had to store away. For eighteen years, I have carried another secret, one much more frightening. So why is this different? Why does it feel like I am surrounded by it? The darkness envelops me, causing each breath to feel like a struggle; with shaky hands, I take a puff of my inhaler, desperate for air; the first puff feels like nothing, then a second puff. That does the magic; with a deep breath, I feel each muscle begin to relax, 'I got this,' I said to myself, I got this. I stand from the dusty old wooden chair and glance at my watch; this gesture would not come without a smile on a typical day. Each time I glanced at the beautiful piece, the gold contrast with green metal dangling on my wrist felt exciting, the beauty of it. Today, however, is not a typical day. Today it only serves the purpose of time, which I do not have the luxury of; I take a step forward to begin the task at hand.
By Datari Elizabeth Ambrose Hart5 years ago in Horror
The Owl that Rides the Coyote
The Owl that Rides the Coyote The highway was dark and empty. He had a long drive through the night, fueled only by three energy drinks, ice-cold air conditioning, and loud music. He had to stay awake, and the energy drinks were already failing him. His eyes were getting heavy, and he knew this was dangerous, but he had to keep going. It wasn’t long before his head was bobbing with each blink of his eyes. “Damn,” He muttered and cracked open another energy drink.
By Shania Adyr5 years ago in Horror
537 Collectors Road
People move to Louisiana to get away or to settle down. Perfectly lovely people, most of the time. Like the newly wedded couple the house met many summers ago on the doorstep of 537 Collectors Road. A man and woman whose love shone bright in their eyes no matter the darkness or shadow that leered. Perfect for each other, perfect together, total perfection.
By Elizabeth Kaye Daugherty5 years ago in Horror
Blood Hunter
From the bowels of darkness a woman screams, a scream that echoes through the valley and reverberates off the mountains. As the echo fades, a strange voice that sounds like rocks grinding together is heard saying “It will…rain blood!” Followed by a laugh so evil that anyone who heard it pulled their cloaks a little tighter, grabbed their children, and locked their doors.
By Brett Arthur Wolfe5 years ago in Horror
The Ringing of Hawthorne
Rain poured down hard. Lightning flashed in the distance, and the sky overhead was growing darker and darker. Martha stood above the river looking down at the floating corpse of Ned Blackhorse. His belt had snagged on the branch of a fallen tree and he bobbed face down in the steady current like a pool toy. His arms were outstretched, creating a human crucifix. Martha peered down at the body, forgetting about her binoculars. The rain poured down hard and made hundreds of ripples around the body. Two turtles that sat on the log beside the corpse plopped into the water when Martha moved closer to the edge. The muddy lip of the edge crumbled under her weight and she fell nearly ten feet into the water below. The rim of the binoculars smashed into her upper lip when she hit the water and the gash bled intensely. She felt it swell up immediately and checked to see if any of her teeth had been smashed out as well. Her lip was numb and she tasted the saltiness of her own blood. It dripped from her lip down her chin, onto her shirt, into the water. She pressed her lip and it stung horribly. The rain poured down harder.
By Max Wickham5 years ago in Horror
Nightfall
Barn Owl Challenge Short story 1/24/2022 By: Audrey Ciccone Nightfall Clear. That was the sky the night that I was trembling as I knew the end might be near. I could see every star just illuminating the night above me as everything below it seemed to fade into a blurred vision. I remember the smell of some trees being burned and it left a scent on my clothes as I walked away from where it all happened. I never would have even noticed the sky being so brilliantly bright, had I not caught a random witness nearby as I heard the air above me move. There he was. Just staring at me dead in the face like he knew what just went down but would never speak a word of it, at least not to me. Where did he come from? When did he arrive? As soon as he turned his head, it was like he vanished and was never even there. Only, my brain won’t let me forget about the trauma. I could not unsee what most consider “murder.” As I stood in a foot of snow in what felt like the darkest hour of my life, I was covered in heavy ashes and dumbfounded from lack of understanding what just occurred. It was then that I felt the air move around my head and as I turned this elegant creature engaged with me for the first time ever. It was a white barn owl appearing concerned yet kind. His yellow eyes struck me like lightning on a metal pole, they were so stunning. His claws gripped the side of a branch frozen solid from the snow fall early that day. He didn’t budge for a whole ten minutes. Just STARED me down as if he was trying to communicate with me a message about what I just witnessed. All I remember was how bright the sky became, and I woke up covered in ash. My friend, Amy, was gone.
By Audrey Ciccone5 years ago in Horror
Crooked Man
Tick Tock Tick Tock ´´Shut that damn clock up!!´ The booming of his snarling voice echoed through the empty cold room. Chills ran up my spine as his head slowly turned to look dead into my eyes piercing my soul like a poisonous dagger. The lone low hanging ceiling light illuminated his disgusting twisted features on his face if you could call it that. It swung menacingly slow the dingy yellow light it gave off barely making anything visible.
By Scarlett Lopez5 years ago in Horror
The Ominous Messenger
Friday, the morning of the 17th The sound of a woman screaming woke Jack up. He was not sure if it was in his dream that he heard the scream, but Jack checked the clock and noticed that it was about 2:00 AM. It was the middle of summer, so Jack had his bedroom window open, making it possible for him to hear a scream from outside. He climbed out of bed and strolled towards the window. Jack took a quick peek outside, not expecting to see anything, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man running about 30 meters from his house. His neighbors, Richard and Jessica Henderson, resided on the acreage next door, and their house was about 50 meters away. Jack saw the person was fleeing away from the Henderson home, so he turned around to find his phone when he heard a loud screeching sound. He glanced back outside, and sitting on the roof was a barn owl. Jack turned back into his room when he heard, "If you value your life, you should leave now. Runaway and never return."
By Roy Tsukishima5 years ago in Horror
