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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 Lake on Havelock Manor
Chapter 1: The forbidden lake: It had only felt like yesterday that we had moved up to Scotland, but it had been in fact a few weeks since we had left my beautiful home town in London. It all happened so quickly, just like that our house was on the market and sold within a week. Yes we had moved to a bigger place but I had to leave so much behind, our old house, my school, the friends that I loved like family. Everyday here was making my old life feel like a distant memory. I don’t know why we had to move, everything was perfect, mum just said it was for the best and of course being a 12 year old boy, I just had to go along with it. So I had to pack what little belongings I had acquired into boxes and kiss goodbye to everything I had ever known. It was weird seeing all of our belongings being loaded into the moving van, and I had a tear in my eye as the last boxes were piled up against the wall of the house that I will never forget. “I’ll get that one son” my mum called out, as I tried to lift the last suitcase up and into the van, it was heavy, really heavy. But knowing mum she was able to grasp it with ease and place it in the truck, she made it look effortless, she made everything look effortless.
By Jasmine Walker5 years ago in Horror
Life Skills
Next time, they’ll put the tent up before they start drinking. This time, however, they made the mistake of unloading the cooler and mixing drinks before they did anything else. After all, the two couples had waited all year for this vacation and the drive to get here had taken twice as long as it should have since the GPS on the phones doesn’t work when there’s no reception. Tempers had worn thin by the time they finally arrived, and unwinding was first and foremost on their minds.
By Susan Lang5 years ago in Horror
The Depths of Water
The Depths of Water It was a gloomy day on the Ivory Coast. The waters were bringing the wrath of the gods with them. I watched as the raging waters slapped against the sides of the fisherman boat. The captain walked over to me, “it seems like Yemoja is unleashing her fury on us today. She must be twirling her skirt of the 7 seas.” His heavy Nigerian accent swam through my ears, disrupting my day dream. I looked over at Chekiri Agha and the shadows of the clouds made his dark skin appear darker than it normally was. It sent chills down my spine.It was almost ghostly and haunting. Chekiri Agha had been sailing the waters with his father since he was a young boy. He knew the water like the back of his hand. “Checki I feel something in my spirit, something is going to happen.” Looking at me confused he let out a laugh, “Brakemi I think you should stay out of that head of yours, it does you no good. Always lost in another reality of your own, what is it this time?” I rolled my eyes at his remark and walked to the front of the boat. The grey skies seemed to intensify and the thunder began to rumble in the distance. We were heading straight for the storm, the waves got more aggressive by the minute. Chekiri Agha walked behind me to the front of the boat, “Brakemi, I am sorry if I offended you. I was just trying to lighten up your mood, you have been off to yourself all day and everyone is concerned.” I turned to Chekiri, “I am sorry for my distance but my spirit is deeply disturbed. I had a night terror and I haven’t been asleep since.” Turning around in shame I grabbed the side rails of the boat and looked off into the distant water. Lightning struck in the far distance bringing light into the gloomy clouds. Chekiri stood next to me and rested his arms against the boat. “I remember when I was a wanderer just like you, always wondering what was beyond our reality or what could be happening.
By India Bridges5 years ago in Horror
Mrs. Johansson
The mornings were always the best part of the day. The way the sun shone through the curtains, calling the night to end its reign and shining the waking sun’s peaceful glow on a delicate world. The birds sang and the wind blew gently over a small house in a small town in the middle of nowhere. The large lake still and quiet reflected the light all around them. Mrs. Johansson loved being in the middle of nowhere with middle of nowhere people and middle of nowhere peace and quiet.
By Anabelle Grisso 5 years ago in Horror
