fiction
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.
Episode 2: The Executioner of Yrecep Forest, Chapter 1
Oh, Do I Have a Story for You… Hello, my little ghosts and goblins. You must love the sweet caress of a killer’s touch and relish the thrill of outrunning an age-long curse or else you wouldn’t have found your way to me.
By Lady Raven5 years ago in Horror
Wrong Door
I wake up and get the feeling something is wrong. I scramble for the phone in my pocket. The lock screen reads 12:55am. I’m so tired. My bones ache, and all I want to do is fall back into blissful slumber. But I just can’t shake the feeling that something is not right. My bed… it smells different. It smells like someone else has been in it. And that’s when I hear it… footsteps, coming from out in the kitchen. Now I’m confused… and afraid.
By Some Nobody5 years ago in Horror
Faint of Heart
My first client of the evening is Marcel, a two-hundred-year-old pianist who has a habit of losing his head. Literally. I watch patiently as he staggers into my office, arms outstretched and body clumsily bumping off the furniture, his disembodied head rolling across polished floorboards and stopping at my feet like a hairy, partially transparent beach ball.
By Gigi Blackthorne5 years ago in Horror
The Eye in the Gap
One of my earliest childhood memories involves telling my mom about the eye that watched me from the doorway. I don’t remember the first time I saw the eye, even then it was just a part of my life. But I distinctly remember trying to explain to her in whatever broken english I was speaking at that point in my development, that there was an eye that followed me everywhere I went.
By Annie Marie Morgan5 years ago in Horror
Why I Stopped Babysitting
The last day I spent with Addy started with a long novel of a text message at six am. His mom, Kathy, had an out of town family emergency. She was incredibly vague about what was actually happening, but insisted that it was urgent, and that I really needed to watch Addy for the day. Since I was on break, and I liked Addy slightly more than I disliked Kathy, I told her I was on my way. When I stepped in the door, she stepped out. She looked disheveled, to say the least.
By Annie Marie Morgan5 years ago in Horror
A Letter From Next Halloween
Every weekend my dog wakes me up at seven AM sharp. He doesn’t understand the concept of sleeping in. I take around five minutes to throw on some pants and find my glasses, and another five to get Bjorn ready for the morning walk and reach the path that runs through the woods. It’s another ten minutes to walk and we are back at the house by roughly 7:20. Since nobody else wants to be out that early it usually runs like clockwork, but that morning was different.
By Annie Marie Morgan5 years ago in Horror
Rubbernecking
The traffic jam started a few miles earlier than usual. I was used to things clogging up near the downtown exit, but after a few minutes of slowly crawling forward I tuned into the traffic report. There was an accident a few miles down, but they were cleaning it up so I decided to power through it on the highway and just deal with all the rubbernecking.
By Annie Marie Morgan5 years ago in Horror
Do you have a room to rent?
Do you have a room available? Thomas O'Malley was not a brave man, in fact Thomas was a coward and a bum, standing less than five feet four, bright unruly red hair and a heavy sprinkle of freckles marred his cheeks, to say that he was homely wouldn't be a lie. He was skinny, barely a wisp of a man, his wife always said one good gust of wind and he would blow away. His wife, now she was far from wispy herself, in fact she was a hefty woman with extra curves to spare. Thomas loved that about her, a woman that wasn’t afraid to eat. They adored one another, the only thing Mary loved more than Thomas, was a good meal. But she had a temper, and she was tired of Thomas sitting on his bony butt doing nothing more than yelling at his favorite footy team on the television. They were far from grand, living in a three room shack. The paint was peeling off the walls, and the windows were cracked, and Mary O'Malley was fed up. Why should she have to live in such disrepair? She worked hard, and it was only fair that her husband do the same, after all her sister lived in a nice house across town, her husband made a very decent living, he owned several buildings around Dublin. So as much as it pained her she put her rather large foot down and told Thomas to get a job or get out. In fear of losing his wife, a good home cooked meal and his warm bed he reluctantly went out looking. After a few weeks with no job prospects his brother in law took pity on old Thomas and gave him a job at one of the hotels he owned. The Marigold wasn’t a high end kinda place, in fact it was the polar opposite. Deep in the seediest part of Dublin no decent folk would dare set foot in the area. But it was a job, and it pleased Mary. It was night shift, he hated that, he would miss all the footy games down at the pub with his mates. Mary brushed the lint from his uniform and straightened his tie. She was beaming, so proud of her man. He couldn't possibly complain. Besides who was going to hire a fifty something man with no education, or drive to work for that matter. It was a simple job, sit at a desk in the front entrance and do a few rounds in the 3 story building, the place was closed down.
By MoriaCavandish5 years ago in Horror
