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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.

Santa’s naughty list
Dreams of cookies and milk and a big white-bearded man filled Alex’s mind as the silent night carried itself as even the mice dare not make a fit on this oh so joyous of times of the year. Or so that’s how it should have been.
By Awaremint5 years ago in Horror
The Pain of Becoming
At first I thought it was the bends. Vertigo pinned me to the floorboards and my skin crawled, but the lightest touch from my fingernails drew blood.
By Jessica Gonzalez5 years ago in Horror
The Living Death
The soft hooting of the owl drew her away from her meal. She straightened slowly, head tilting to one side as crimson liquid ran down her withered chin and pooled at her throat.
By Sarah5 years ago in Horror
Shadows Do Speak
“All we lack are ears.” mumbled a boy sitting by himself on a park bench. He had his head down. He was observing the ants that were carrying food crumbs and transporting them to their designated nest which was hidden among the bushes somewhere behind him. He regarded the line they formed with awe and interest that is hard to find among school boys who are easily distracted away from the things that lay outside of their area of mindfulness.
By Riya Grewal5 years ago in Horror
MASSIVE DAMAGE 3: CHAOS BLEEDS
THE DEMON INSIDE OF DARREN YORK AS CONSUME DARREN YORK’S MEMORIES AND HAS BECOME HIM AND HAS A HUMAN SIDE. THIS DEMON IS OLD AND ANCIENT AND WAS BURIED CENTURIES AGO. THE DEMON IS BENT ON MAKING THE WORLD TO UNPLEASANT AND TO MAKE THE WORLD HELL ON EARTH. DARREN HAS BEEN CREATING NEW CHURCHES AROUND THE WORLD FILLING THEM WITH FALSE WORDS AND FALSE HOPE AND THEY MOSTLY COME FROM ALL THE BAD PARTS OF LIFE.
By Victor Robinson II5 years ago in Horror
Constant Companion
My breath was visible in the January air. For days upon end, I had remained myself. No thoughts of evil had clouded my mind. I had not woken to the direst of circumstances. Perhaps the salt was finally working, and I could remain Doctor Henry Jekyll for the rest of my life.
By Varian Ross5 years ago in Horror
The Waking Boy
CHAPTER 1 I wake in a strange bed surrounded by white blinding light. The dull hum of fluorescent light starts to calm my nerves until I realize a horrifying truth. I have no idea where I am or how I got here. The only object in the room besides this bed is a long-standing vertical mirror. I stare into it hoping to center my reality but instead the feeling of dread begins to crawl under my skin. A click sound draws my attention to a small speaker embedded in the ceiling and a man speaks.
By Jordan Troche aka Creationistlife5 years ago in Horror
Darkest Hours
Alice and her two children, Elizabeth and John, had recently moved into their new home in the giant New Orleans mansion. A nasty divorce between Alice and her husband, James, had left their children surprised and confused.
By Patrick Foster5 years ago in Horror
Nosferatu
Preface The author does not wish to go on and on at length as to his adaptation of Nosferatu. It was completed chiefly because it was impossible for him to do otherwise. It was a project too tempting, too perfect, too darkly enchanting NOT to eventually undertake. Though we have departed here and there from Herr Galeen's original script, we have remained, as it were, scrupulously faithful. Put down our departures to necessity, if you must, artistic lisence, at the very least.
By Tom Baker5 years ago in Horror
Play IT, Sam
“Play it, Sam…” I’d had enough of the Casablanca references since I began playing piano at the dingy Kings Court hole-in-the-wall. My name wasn't Sam, and this dump would never be your choice if you were searching for the charms of Morocco.
By Catherine Kenwell5 years ago in Horror
Summoning The Owl
There was a certain etiquette that had to be followed when a mortal summoned a denizen of the underworld. Unfortunately, whoever summoned this particular Prince of Hell, the fearsome leader of twenty-six legions of demonic minions no less, had obviously not bothered to do their occult homework.
By Brian Loo Soon Hua5 years ago in Horror
Chapter 1: Skulls
"Lay it on me, Dan. Why am I really here? You and I both know, I don't do Missing Persons. All my cases involve actual bodies, not hypothetical ones. Why waste my damn time here in BFE-Wisconsin?" Donkirk looked over his shoulder checking to see if any of the local law enforcement were in earshot before whispering "In a place where people are born with banjos?"
By A.APeyton5 years ago in Horror