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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 Long Way Home
Running fast, running far. Not looking back, just running. Running for my life. The burning sensation in my chest. It burns to breathe in. I can't stop. I hear the footsteps close behind me. My eyes burn from the tears and sweat. My vision is getting fuzzy. Trees blurred out as I run. It almost feels unreal. The pain in my legs and chest snap me back to reality. This is real. Footsteps from behind me are more distant than before. "Keep running" I tell myself. "Don't look back, just run".
Melissa Ann WrightPublished 7 years ago in HorrorThe Silence
It was the stillness that scared me, an unending void poised at the ready to be filled with sound. I did not dare utter a whisper. The void was so empty I feared it would gobble up what words I spoke and never return them. Then I would be left to endlessly string out every thought until all those words, all those emotions, wretched the life from my bones leaving a gasping corpse, longing for sound.
Andrea GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in HorrorDon't Eat West Virginia Honey (Part 3)
Part 1 Part 2 As soon as I graduated high school, I got the hell out of Gramercy. After Clay... changed, I became a shut in. I never left my room, but I ended up obsessed with audio video stuff. I convinced my parents to send me to summer camps, and it was the only time I could ever relax. During my senior year, I pieced together a shitty little documentary, and sent it off to UCLA as my application, I was lucky enough that they took me in and I ended up studying film. Although, quite frankly, I would have done just about anything to get out of that hellhole. Part of me just wanted to forget it all. I thought if I ignored it that maybe then Clay, the bees, Peaches, it would all just go away.
Isaac ShapiroPublished 7 years ago in HorrorThey Say The Morning Is Beautiful, Or So I Hear
Though my soul may set in darkness,it will rise in perfect light.I have loved the stars too fondlyto be fearful of the night.
Andi James ChamberlainPublished 7 years ago in HorrorDon't Eat West Virginia Honey (Part 2)
Part 1 I know I’ve posted before about why you shouldn’t be eating the honey that comes out of Gramercy, West Virginia. I said I’d start from the beginning and go more into detail about what’s wrong with the town. What happened to me in the woods, and what happened to my dog, Peaches, was terrible, but people are attacked by animals all the time. If that was as far as my experience with Gramercy went, I wouldn’t be so desperate to keep people away. You see, what happened to Peaches hurt me deeply, but it was what happened to Clay, the only friend I ever made in that godforsaken hellhole, that terrified me into leaving as soon as I was old enough.
Isaac ShapiroPublished 7 years ago in HorrorThe Blue Room
Dragged along the corridor by rough angry hands, I smell the mildewed and ancient paint flecking and peeling from the walls.
Andi James ChamberlainPublished 7 years ago in HorrorDon't Eat West Virginia Honey (Part 1)
I know that Gramercy Honey is kind of a local phenomenon. Award winning at all kinds of local fairs in the West Virginia Appalachia area, and all that crap. But you really shouldn’t be touching the stuff. I haven’t in years. You see, the thing is Gramercy isn’t just a brand of honey. It’s also a town. Yeah, I know you can get all that off the label, and a whole bunch of other feel good artisanal small business bullshit too. But you see, I grew up in Gramercy, and I know its secrets. I know that sounds vague, but it’s true. There are so many things I can tell you, so many cracks in the rural small town facade the town presents, but I’m going start all the way at the beginning. This was the very first time I realized something was very wrong in the tiny little town I grew up in.
Isaac ShapiroPublished 7 years ago in HorrorThe Forest
Halloween night. You are walking back from a Halloween party. Children in costumes meander around the street with their parents, and some occasional annoyed older siblings behind them. You ask someone for the time. They tell you that it is 12:24. Your parents told you to be home by 12:30! You thank them and run off. The only way you can get home in time is if you walk through the forest. “Well I guess I have no other choice,” you mutter under your breath as you walk into the woods. The woods, usually calming, appears very creepy tonight. Continuing your walk, whispering can be heard throughout the trees.
Savannah CollinsPublished 7 years ago in HorrorThe Dogman Ch.1
Frost layered itself on the windows with a thin sheet of ice, making it impossible to see outside. The smell of cinnamon filled the house. My eyes shot open as I heard the sound of an ax chopping wood. I threw off my heavy comforter and jumped out of bed. Running to my closet and grabbed my winter coat and snow boots. With my coat on my back, I stumbled my way down the staircase, putting on one boot at a time, fortunately not falling flat on my face.
Ghosts in My Mind Part 2
Ghosts In My Mind: Part II Review: At this point, the main character and her family have moved to the property with the mansion. Her mother is still missing.
Sarah MillerPublished 7 years ago in HorrorThe Gaze
Fear. It comes to all things as naturally as air. It is with our first breaths that we know fear; we know it before joy, before sorrow, we are born screaming and scared. To learn to survive is to know fear, we know when to run, to fight, and to give in, all for the sake of fear. The most primal, and natural instinct we possess. Most people live their lives knowing a healthy amount of fear; some of us though, have drowned in fear, and succumbed to its ever piercing talons nearly swallowed by the weight... Fear is my ghost, and it haunts me till this day.
Lilith Van HagenPublished 7 years ago in HorrorMonster Under the Bed
I am a monster. High in the ranks. The one that assigns the monsters to hide under the beds of kids. There’s a system to how this works: a kid is assigned a young, new monster when they first come home. As they grow up, a new monster is assigned to them. That way, they get a new scare after every stage of life, and the previous monsters can gain new experience by scaring new kids. However, there’s been a changeup in plans and assignments. There’s this one girl who I’ve sent out all of my monsters to, and they keep coming back, crying. I’m the only monster left to try and scare this child.
Kalista BrownPublished 7 years ago in Horror