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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.
Quite the Valuable Commodity
Midnight. And the rain was pouring down. A cold, bitter rain. I reached into my dark coat and put my hand on the pistol’s hard and reassuring weight. The silencer was already attached. The limo pulled up to its destination, the back door opened and a man stepped out, scanning the area. Satisfied, he stuck his head back in the door and said something. I could not make out the muffled words over the engine and rain. The front passenger door opened up and another man, this one I could see had close-cropped white or blonde hair, began getting out as well. Now was the time for me to make my move.
By Michael Mayr5 years ago in Horror
They Looked Like Nothing
I would see them. As I drifted in and out of that state between life and death, consciousness and dreams...I would see them. What did they look like? Nothing. They looked like nothing. Because I guess that is what they were...nothingness given form. How could you describe a black hole if you saw one? A black hole that walked in the shape of a man...or was it a woman? That is the best description of what they were. Nothing. Or at least the best description I could give with my limited human perceptions.
By Michael Mayr5 years ago in Horror
Dream Loop
I woke up sweating on the couch in my dimly lit living room, the only illumination coming from the table lamp behind my head and the little circular lights above the fireplace a few feet away. I looked towards the window to see a dark figure staring at me from outside right by the back door. “What the fuck?” I was filled with a dread I’ve never experienced as this thing stared at me, unmoving. At this moment my childhood home felt like a weak and rotting fortress capable of crumbling at any minuscule blow. Livy was still silently sleeping on the couch next to me completely unaware of my terror. What is this thing? I kept my eyes locked on him, too fearful to look away. Unable to move and my chest heavy with an unfortunate sense of doom, I reluctantly fell back asleep.
By Jenna Capron5 years ago in Horror
The Little Rabbit Violinist Became an Angel and a Devil
The Cellist Friend was so surprised, and He thought He turned his friend back into The Little Violinist. Unfortunately, the magic spell didn’t work out — again. The Little Rabbit Violinist — yes, He became little again. At the same time, He felt heavy things on his back: ‘What could that be?’ That was the thought The Little Rabbit Violinist had. He walked a little bit while His body bends to the front. He tried to stand straight, but it didn’t work out because his back was so heavy. There was no mirror.
By Agnes Laurens5 years ago in Horror
Hidden in Darkness
It was cold and damp, she shivered crouching alone in the darkness. She wished she would’ve worn more layers. Or at the very least a rain jacket. She needed to buy another black rain jacket. The last one didn’t survive the move to this town. Her every day bright emerald green jacket would never work for this purpose. It was too bright. Too noticeable. How could he put her through this? Why did he play these games with her? She shivered again hoping the branches of the bush she was hiding in wouldn’t give away her location. Not that he was watching for her. He was too busy with the way too thin brunette in his place right now. Did he think she wouldn’t find out? She loved him so much it hurt, but this was the last straw. The final blow. She needed to be done with him. It was time they both moved on, so she waited. She watched them through the window. He was making her dinner, spaghetti. The too thin brunette didn’t look like the type that appreciated food, she couldn’t possibly appreciate him not the way I can, she thought. He had never made her dinner. She felt the all too familiar rage bubbling like lava in a volcano. How could he do this to her? She wanted a forever with him. A happy ever after. But here he was making dinner for some scantily clad, no class homewrecker. She wouldn’t let them get away with this. She would make them both pay. He paused at the window, and she held her breath. Did he see her?
By Jolene Cave5 years ago in Horror
