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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.

Speak to Me
The sirens roared past Sam, piercing through the wind in the cold New York City evening air. Nothing had ever felt as real as this moment in time, right this very second. Hiding in the alley within the shadows between the old red brick building and the inconspicuous dumpster, he began to second guess himself, feeling frozen, knowing he must move, but cannot do so as the footsteps are not yet faint enough to feel confident this is it. Not yet. The moment must be just right. As he stared up at the sunless winter grey clouds, for just a second, Sam saw the future blue skies in his mind that could be a reality, if he could just get out of one more crummy situation, life would be okay. He could do it on his own terms, peacefully, somehow undo all the bad or at least even the score. For just one second, in a flash, as he thought about the bright blue skies he so longed for, he was able to block the awful tragedy that had just ended a life moments earlier at his hands. But the more he tried to focus on something else, the more it crept back into his mind.
By Rose Zee5 years ago in Horror
Just One More
Stacey Chapman pulled hard on the cold metal of the gate. The rusted iron hinges resisted and it squealed as it moved. She winced at the sound as it cut through the quiet of the cemetery. She pulled hard again. It moved another six inches but would go no further. She glanced around to ensure she hadn’t attracted any unwanted company, then checked her watch. Twelve minutes until midnight. She still had time.
By Robert Parris5 years ago in Horror
After all...I did make the cake
I let you have your cake and eat it too. I also asked if I could save myself a piece of yours for later. You didn't refuse. I lied and said I was craving for something sweet. You wondered why I had left the house at 4:00 AM to buy the ingredients for the fluffy delight. You referred to my unusual outing as… suspicious. I reassured you that there was nothing to worry about and that I just want it to express how much I loved you through the act of giving.
By Dierra Sinches5 years ago in Horror
Roses are Red
Roses are Red “Hoot! Hoot!” The barn owl called as it swiveled its head as the car sped by. Hailey, my younger sister, was sitting in the back seat, staring out the car window, probably thinking about the old home.
By Shiloh Jamison5 years ago in Horror
I Think I’m Psychic. I Hope I’m Wrong
Andy was trying to relearn everything about himself. At thirty-four years old, he had had a horrible motorcycle accident and was lucky to be alive.
By Carlee Trujillo5 years ago in Horror
Shadows
I was once afraid of the dark, afraid of the dark in basements in particular. The source of this fear was unknown to me until ten years ago, when events forced me to face what had been haunting me my entire life and I was finally ready to face them.
By Joshua Smith5 years ago in Horror
Sweetie
It is dark, with only a sliver of light seeping through the bottom of the door. I strain to see through the tiny keyhole and into the room. There was a large bed with a nightstand on either side. The sheets were in disarray, as if the bed hadn't been made in a while.
By Adara Cambier5 years ago in Horror
Lost Heaven
Jason’s calves burned to high Hell, and his thighs felt like they would burst open at any second as he climbed the stairs of the Statue of Liberty, thinking about the day he had gone to the shelter to pick out his dog, Marty, who was lurching up the stairs one after the other, breathing heavily, although it seemed that his old age was adding absolutely no stress to their situation.
By Brannigan Carter5 years ago in Horror
Just a Little Peace and Quiet
All I wanted was some peace and quiet. Now, rain dings the metal roof and wind whistles through the gaps in the log walls. Wilderness sounds. Tranquil. I can’t help grinning. Now, this—this—is everything I wanted. Finally.
By Catherine Kenwell5 years ago in Horror
Warmth
The breeze flows through my hair, passing my skin, leaving goosebumps all down my arms. The ocean waves crash on the shore, clapping to the songs that the seagulls sing. Their songs sound like lullabies echoing in the wind. The kids' playful screams fill our ears, and all we can do is smile and giggle. Everything that we have ever dreamt of happening, is happening right in front us, being seen with our own eyes. The sand flies in our food, over the sandwiches and the assortment of fruits. Your hands reaches for my thigh, looking at me with your wide grin. Your eyes, dark brown, but the sky allows them to glow and shimmer into a golden beauty.
By Jules Vasicek5 years ago in Horror
If a Tree Falls. Second Place in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
Day 1 “I keep losing things.” Sean felt uncomfortable sitting on this sofa. It was situated too low to the ground and its cushions were hard and flat. Sean’s therapist, Peter, sat in an office chair across from him with a notepad on his lap.
By Tyler Clark5 years ago in Horror
Clementine And A Purple Box
Clementine Jordan woke up in a familiar room, on a familiar bed, with a familiar balcony, and familar cravings, needs, and sorrow. Slowly opening her dark brown eyes, and found herself gazing up at a plain white ceiling. She wasn't curious, and she knew what had happened. Her arms and legs trembling at the thought of looking at him again, she turned her head to reveal a dead body that she had been laying beside for the night. She noticed the smell of fresh bread from the bakery downstairs that her apartment laid over in France. Every Sunday a man she loved once would visit Lacroix Patisser to catch up at breakfast with a cheese bagel and tea. His hand would touch hers to catch her attention, and his eyes were warm honey, and often locked into hers from afar, a magnetic attraction, which somehow felt like a coincidence but at some moments, with his eyes on hers, she wondered if that was possible, she wondered if he had ever looked at anyone like this before. Was his hand friendly touch? His smile, and his laugh. The creases in his cheeks and the shape of his jaw. His neck and arms, hands and height, she admired and daydreamed forever into infinity about him. But, there he lay, cold and dead, and shot in the back.
By Rachel Nicole Smith5 years ago in Horror