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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.

Still Waters Beneath the Surface
Alexis wasn't sure what she was supposed to find after driving nine hours to Might-As-Well-Be-Nowhere, Nebraska. She wasn't even sure why she was making the drive in the first place. Obviously it was important to go and pay her respects. Losing Candace hadn't been easy. It didn't make much sense, either.
By John Dodge5 years ago in Horror
From You
There are things in life I regret; I think it is a perfectly normal thing to say; everyone has regrets, right? Some regrets are felt more than others; for me, there is one decision I regret more than others.
By Kaylee Aleece5 years ago in Horror
A Peaceful Way to Die
"I think I'd want to drown," Janice said to the group of anticipating teenage girls. Her friends all stared back at her before erupting in laughter, gleeful looks of disbelief cemented on their faces. Latricee's eye's widened "why?" she asked, meeting Janice's eyes from across the circle.
By RJ5 years ago in Horror
Fairy Land
Homeland is nearby the sea A peaceful place for trippers Filled with delightful flowers Sublime for savoring tea It is a marvelous spot
By Francis L5 years ago in Horror
City Lights
Today is the anniversary of her death. Can you really call it death, though, if there is no body to speak of? Today is actually the day they stopped looking for Corie. That girl who seemed to stare back at Alice through her reflection. She was a little older. A little broken. More than a little lost.
By A. Grace5 years ago in Horror
Annie’s Apparition
The full moon reflected brightly off the dark waters of the ocean, as the waves gently washed upon the shores on the empty beach. The sun wasn’t even up in the early dawn of morning with the brisk fall air. The ocean wave machine temporarily in the off position, not even surfers were interested in coming to the beach. Fishermen were already out to sea earning their profits for the day. Annie was aware of ocean-lovers’ schedules and it was the primary reason for her coming to the desolated beach. She did not want to be around anyone. She wanted to be alone. Alone with her thoughts. Her memories.
By Iris Harris5 years ago in Horror
As the Tide Rushes In
Dear Sparky, We loved you very much. Jesus is going to take care of you now. We promise to pray to him every day and be good so he will give you Milk Bones. Please forgive us and Daddy. He didn’t mean it.
By Maria Sulzen5 years ago in Horror
Murder at a Moon-lit Soiree
Drowning. Lungs filling with water. Burning. Submerged. Where? How? Dark murky green cloudy water. Swallowed by it. Harder to fight. Harder to move. But wait. She became able to slowly take a breath. Burning still. Slowly another. Her body gave a moment of slow relief, a slight feeling lighter than the water that was weighing down her lungs. As if the water was pouring itself out of them. It burned with relief. She was ascending, rather than sinking. Oh. Another slow breath. She finally rose to the surface of the water, body still laid out flat. She thought she had been drowning? She thought it was death. How was this almost happening to her? What had decided to save her? dark. It was dark. Pitch black, middle of the night. Alone, floating in the middle of…. A lake? what was she doing in it? She strained her sore, burning eyes to find a shore line. She looked again. A flash of something along the water’s edge. a couple was dancing. A young, well dressed, well-groomed couple, as if at a ball and not oblivious to a failed murder scene. They continued twirling in a smooth line along the edge of the water, before the trees, until they vanished from sight as fast as they appeared. No one else was remotely around, she was by herself again.
By Corinn 5 years ago in Horror
The Coming Rain
The air is sticky. This is always the first sign that the crisp coldness of the forest will soon give way to a warm, incessant downpour that characterizes the shift of seasons. It has always perplexed me how a desperate landscape such as the one I traipse currently manages to maintain such a consistent schedule. As if time were the only thing it has left to nurse. It is easy for me to pass judgement upon the desolate trees and dried moss, but in reality, we have quite a bit in common. I too only have the hours of the sun to sustain me and the tally marks on the trees to tend to. Perhaps I am worse than the forest. These marks of passage fade from me quickly, and the seasons begin to blend, rendering their revolutions useless to me. But not this year. This year I am tracking every moment.
By Justina Holahan5 years ago in Horror
Eat. Move out.
I made the most out of what I had back when I was a boy. We wasn’t very rich and cancer overtook Mama when I was only eight. Daddy and I lived with her shadow in that same little childhood house on the lake. I miss her like crazy, especially then. She used to clean the house real neat for the family, make us grits and bacon on weekend mornings, and she even tended a pretty little garden. That same house wasn’t even recognizable by the time I was eleven. We was in debt from her chemo, Daddy was one of those old-fashioned types that didn’t know how to clean or cook nothing, and our house got broken into and robbed all the time. Still, he didn’t let me see none of that anger he had. At least not first hand.
By Leia Mai5 years ago in Horror
Let Go
With a knife driven deep in his back the job was done. A bit horrid from the usual jobs that keep Cindy busy for her clients, but a thorough complete job. However, it never occurred to Cindy that all of her vile tasks for her respective clients, would ever have to be experienced in her own life because she just did what she was paid to do. Cindy seen her position as a job, just a job.
By Alisha Bell5 years ago in Horror
Dinara on Ice
A long hard winter was just what I needed to mould me with fine precision. The thick, white snow was a blessing that fell from the steeled sky, an eraser that covered all the blemishes and mistakes made in the warmer months gone by.
By Stace Oddity5 years ago in Horror