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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.
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 HorrorFlashes
I got in the shower, letting the hot water wash over me. Looking down I saw blood; it covered the floor. It looked as though it was clogging the drain, I closed my eyes trying to unclog it, but all I wanted to do is gag at the metallic, copper smell. I finally opened my eyes to dry and the water was clear. I turned the water off hesitantly watching the water drip from the tap.
Tara HarrisonPublished 7 years ago in HorrorBorn to Die
The lights in the city began to set to a dim glow, as though they were the eyes of God beginning to close after the long day of watching over civilians in the city of New York. It was as though the night was a symbolization of the last visitation. That night was the end of the relationship of a woman, a beautiful woman, named Candice. The only way I could describe her complexion as a woman that men would best describe as beautiful and extravagant, with hair that reached an exquisite length, passed her shoulders, with a tone of Autumn and eyes that are like a brown pool of melted chocolate that twinkle in the sun and moonlight. Candice always wore amazing white dresses that represented her purity and class, as well as her bright white smile. She’s beautiful, and unfortunately, I had to leave her on the day of February that resembles intimacy and affection between passionate couples and married individuals. It was valentine's day, and due to the circumstances of my career life stood in the way of our burning love and devotion; I had to leave her. Our love was like butterflies crawling against the skin every single time our lips touched. That day, as I broke it to her, she took it as a kiss that impaled her heart with a look of shocked melancholy. She gazed at me with such confusion, and despair. She barely was able to stutter the words the words, “Steve, you’re leaving me on Valentine's day?”
harold hartPublished 7 years ago in HorrorThe Shawcrux Massacre
Andrew sat at the table, his mind racing with feelings of a dreaded nostalgia. He placed the letter he had written on the small wooden table. It was a cold and rainy December night. The rundown walls of the shack provided only a facade of cover from the storms. The sound of rain hammering down on the rusty tin roof drown out all other noise. The light of the lantern flickered, casting ghastly shadows on the walls. Andrew had never liked the woods, yet here he sat, in a rustic shack in the middle of the dark forests of upstate New York. He reached into his pocket, feeling the cold metal of the .44 in his pocket. He drew the gun and stared blankly at it. After all these years, this was how it had to be. He knew what he needed to do. Andrew checked the chamber one more time, as if some specter may have stolen one of the shiny brass bullets. He wondered if anyone would find him, all the way out here. As far as he knew, he was the only one who knew where the shack was, besides its deceased previous owner. The thought of Mr. Ed made Andrew shudder. It had been years since he last saw the old man. Andrew slowly set the gun down on the table and pulled a small black notebook and pen out of his coat pocket. Shivering, he began to write, and recount what had happened all those years ago......
antonio rizzoPublished 7 years ago in HorrorDays of a Reaper
A bony hand held a pocket watch as the hooded figure stood outside of a hospital, it was almost time. The reaper made his way into the hospital, slowly making his way through the halls until he came to the room number 203. This room belonged to an older male in his 70s, his clock showed five minutes until it hits zero. The reaper slipped in and stood in the corner and watched as the man held on to his wife's hand for his last moments. Thirty seconds left, the old man spots the reaper in the corner and gives a soft, sad smile. The reaper bows his head and moves closer putting his hand on the mans shoulder. The monitor is a direct sign that the old man has moved on. The wife sits there crying and holding his hand praying for his safe passage into heaven.
Adrianna VicentePublished 7 years ago in HorrorBe Aware or Should I Say Beware
I sat awake yet again at 3am, wishing I could just get some sleep. The wind roared outside with the storm that battered the house and shook the trees. 'This is great.' I thought. 'No sleep and a long day tomorrow. Maybe counting sheep? No what am I 12?' I paused my thoughts before releasing an exasperated sigh. 'One. Two. Three. Fou-' BANG! The sound rang loudly through the house urging me to sit upright and look around the room. I strained to listen for any other indicator that someone had broken in but my ears rang with the dead silence of the place. With a shrug I laid back down to resume my childish sheep counting. 'Five. Six. Sev-' BANG BANG!!!! Again I sat upright, my heart picking up pace with the numerous possibilities of what could've caused the sound or, where it might have come from. I swung my feet to the floor and grabbed the flashlight off my nightstand. BANG! The sound rang out again making me jump. I steeled myself as I reached the door and flung it open.
Chelsea SouthPublished 7 years ago in HorrorThe Horror of Not Knowing Part 2
Again, I woke up not really remembering what had happened although I knew I felt as if my body had been dismembered. It was horrible not knowing what I had been put through.
Tanisha DaggerPublished 7 years ago in Horror