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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.
Tracks
It’s not the danger of a barreling train that ever bothered me. Trains are as huge as they are loud, and you’d be well aware of one if it was 300 yards behind you. Whether it’s the ear splitting shrill of the whistle, or the seismic activity they create, a train’s the last thing to catch you by surprise. And even then, if it were to catch up to you, all one would have to do is take a large stride off the track. It seems almost impossible to be struck by a train if you really try to imagine it.
By Noah Herman5 years ago in Horror
La Creatura/The Creature
Vanessa drove through the fence and slammed the gas pedal. The man in the car behind her was right on her tail. It was pitch black out at midnight in the middle of nowhere in Homestead, Florida. She drove faster until her tires got stuck in the mud of the unpaved dirt road.
By Tatiana Raudales5 years ago in Horror
Love Me Once, Fool Me Twice
“I guess the voices started going away once I realized I had control over them” I finished saying; hoping they would believe my mostly bullshit words. “They've believed them before, although never to the degree where releasing me was even a slight possibility. Continually looking at the same faces everyday is starting to feel very high schoolish to me. Maybe it's trivial, maybe not it all depends on what I say and how I say it. Lost in my own cavernous thoughts; I almost missed the applause. Gracious ”Thank you’s” and “I couldn't have done it without you’s” are the only meaningless words I can make myself vocalize. To be completely honest I never believed my empty words would drum up enough notoriety to get me to this point, but here I am! I can say, with complete voracity, that the applause and attention give an almost euphoric feeling. Having spent the better part of my life here witnessing others experience this feeling somehow gives validation to the mostly empty dialogue. It feels good to finally be on the receiving end.
By Dani Flowers5 years ago in Horror
Worms
Tightly holding the rope that served as the dog’s collar, the man sat on the edge of the ledge and peered down at the shoreline. The mongrel had given up on its barking for a moment and sat panting next to him. Down on the shore were three thick pinkish tentacle-like things laying across the rocky beach, nearly touching the cliff face.
By Frank Shaw5 years ago in Horror
