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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 Stuffed Knight
Little Percy slept soundly in his bed, cuddled up with his old teddy bear, Flash. The boy called him that because there was a bright and sparkly lightning bolt across the bear’s tummy; that bolt of lightning reminded Percy of his favorite superhero. Flash was about six years old and Percy was seven; they were inseparable, especially when it came to sleeping because Percy was afraid of the dark.
Jasmine ClaytonPublished 7 years ago in HorrorMeeting With a Princess
I used to think that vampires were just blood-sucking demons, in stories and fairytales, but they are far, far more. My story begins with my family, we were an influential family, in both a socialite, and underworld sense. We thought we were untouchable, we were, after all, at the pinnacle of power, respected, and feared. However, we met far more than our match in one "business venture." Our very last.
Kylah Rayne de' Medici McAdenPublished 7 years ago in HorrorCase
Presswick train station was old, far removed from the ones you'd see in the big cities today. The white paintwork on the platform walls was chipped and cracked, whilst the damp stench of the local sewer works lingered in the air. The station inhabited a town that looked like a lot of other small towns, though if you dug deep enough you would find a wealth of dark stories buried beneath. Stories of an evil surrounding the old cotton mill and the faces of the dead at the bottom of the local swimming baths. These are the tales that were passed down from parents to their children without hard evidence and truth. You'd be forgiven for thinking the worse of the town that it inhabited. After all, this was a place that had seen better and busier times, before the days of industry and holiday makers disappeared and people discovered more exciting climates. You'd find no designer clothes shops or coffee houses here. This was a place that people used in order to vacate the town for work and brighter places. No-one came to this place unless it was absolutely necessary and in spite of social media and all those town summer campaigns, it had been a long time since anyone had made the decision to holiday in a place such as this.
Adam BlaizePublished 7 years ago in HorrorThe House on 24 Street
Midnight. Thick dusky moonlight bleached the strictly white cracked dirtied walls. George stood there, his yellow trench coat, a mucky darkened colour, hung from his small arms like a man who had committed suicide, but hadn't struggled to fight against it. He was tired at this point; tired of running. The very thing its self seemed to be something he craved the most. Tired... A single drip could be heard in the far distance, however George seemed to feel it was a faint voice laughing at him, playing with him. Drip... His eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room, George softly hummed a song his Mother used to sing when he couldn't sleep as a kid. It was a song he couldn't remember the first time he heard it, had just always been there, always resting in his mind. Always...
Horror Shorts By William SkeetPublished 7 years ago in HorrorAin't That a Kick in the Head
Ann I remember the day he told me we were through. He said it so simply, so nonchalant. He couldn’t even look me in the eye.
Ashley Nicole CameronPublished 7 years ago in HorrorInfected
Drip. Drip.. Drip... Drops of water fell one at a time from the facet into the sink. Gasp. Head spinning with a throbbing pain. Stomach churning with hunger. Leaning against the inside of the porcelain tub sat Hannah Blackburn; who jerked awake. She regretted it instantly, given that dried blood was plastered on the side of her face; starting from the top of her left eyebrow down her slender chin.
I Made a Wrong Turn
Fresh, cool air fills your lungs as you trek through the seemingly never ending expanse of brown and green. The warm sunlight filters through the leaves on the various massive trees surrounding you and the sweet, earthy scent of decay and plant life pleasantly tingles your senses. The river nearby rushes past like cars on the freeway, yet it's subtle, calming sound puts you at ease. Birds sing high up in the treetops and the chatter of squirrels can be heard as your feet lead you to a destination only your heart knows.
Nova R NyxPublished 7 years ago in HorrorHelp (Part 1)
An ending seems so far away, until it happens. Regret? Remorse? Reflection. Memories of happier times, broken hearts, and tears of laughter. Memories of growing up. Mum and Dad how they should be. How a family should be, and what it was like growing up. You were happy, young, and free. Fond memories of weekends away with your parents in a tiny caravan in the middle of nowhere, dreading getting a shower because of all the creepy crawlies lurking in the corners of the communal bathrooms. Watching the news at 6 o'clock with your mum and dad next to you to keep you secure and warm. Excited for the next day just to see them again.
Josh SwalesPublished 7 years ago in HorrorNight Shift
The echo of her four--inch stilettos bounced from wall to wall in the dark corridor, the musky smell of damp trying to overpower her liberal spray of Chanel perfume, her crisp white lab coat displaying her name in blood red embroidery on the left breast pocket. She pushes hard on the double doors and blinks in the bright florescent light shining overhead in the hospital basement. She stops to take in the sight in front of her, ten standard hospital beds all lined up against the far wall looking like white marble dominoes laid flat. The room was an average size operating theatre and held all the equipment you would expect in such. She got to work reading each file slowly to ensure she had all the information needed. Each bed held a male ranging in age from 18 up to 70 and they all looked petrified, as most patients do in hospitals.
Michelle BridgesPublished 7 years ago in HorrorCavity
Her fingernails scrape my thighs as she tries to hold herself up, hooking her fingers to my leg for support. A guttural moan slips out; drawn as she arches her back, eliciting a chorus of ear splitting pops and cracks the further she goes. With a free hand she grips her jaw, moaning and screeching as she continues to twist and turn, disregarding her breaking bones as she does so. I consider kneeling down, and maybe trying to un-twist her myself; but instead I just watch as she writhes on the floor, my friend cradles her crooked head and neck.
Aleixa GagnonPublished 7 years ago in Horror- Top Story - October 2017
The Hooded Nightmare
A man stood there, staring at her. The stranger who always haunted her in her dreams. He was standing in the middle of a field with dead, decaying animals as far as the eye could see. The fowl stench of animal flesh made her gag. She tried to hold her breath, but she gasped for air. Breathing in the horrid smell of the atmosphere around her only made the queasiness worse. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from the depressing sight and the pain aching in her throat. There was nothing she could possibly do, but stand there and be helpless, she hated the feeling. As she stared at the mutilated animals, she noticed something odd about the colors of their fur and their size. They were nothing like the animals she encountered in reality. They were bigger than animals she had ever seen. Different shades of blue and white danced on their fur along with other dark colors. The fur was sketched with black and silver markings inked all over their bodies.
Camille
I only come out when the sun goes to sleep; that's when dark and mysterious things happen. I've seen many things. I'm as old as the Earth itself, for I was created at the same time as our planet. I see the night, and I watch everything ominous. Such was last night.
Brandi EspyPublished 7 years ago in Horror