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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.

Night Chills
Felix Barclay cherished visiting his grandma every summer when school let out. It was always sunny on the drive. Warm tendrils of light stretched into the backseat of his mother’s SUV to tickle along his skin. She baked the same cookies, white chocolate and orange, and served them up sandwiched around a thick chunk of homemade vanilla ice cream. He craved it all year. Almost as much as the sight of her face. The comfort of her embrace.
By Brittany Teemant5 years ago in Horror
A Time For Celebration
It seemed like an odd time for celebration in the town of Cedar Run, given the spate of recent drownings, but its most notable citizen and only industrialist in town, Robert Franken, was going to retire and hand the reigns over to his son Bob Franken, Jr.
By Jeff Brooker5 years ago in Horror
Visions From the Depths
Master's gnarled hand trembles as he holds me between his forefingers. Muttering curses to himself, he produces from his tackle box a still writhing tube of undulating flesh. The small worm struggles to escape Master's hand as he guides it through the biting autumn air to me.
By Bobby McCarthy5 years ago in Horror
It Happened on 10/31/23
Despite the NO TRESPASSING signs posted outside Crimson House, Cyrus Colton knew the young people would come, the way they always did every Halloween.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡5 years ago in Horror
The Abyssal Reckoning
Slithering solemnly through the saline abyss, it wanders for the next bloom of doom. From the abyssal plain, it waxes and wanes to bring justice to the insane stain of the human brain. It has been known by many a name. Siren, banshee, sea witch, gorgon, selkie, Cthulhu, La Llorona, and Calypso are but a few that we once knew. When we rise too far, it comes to crush our hubris. We have disturbed its slumber once again. Now it rises to eat the crystalline souls of control.
By Atomic Historian5 years ago in Horror
Fishgiggles
Alone. Alonealonealone. The five letters feel nonsensible, carved by stick into the low-tide sand. She’s sure that’s the word to describe her predicament. She doesn’t remember everything, but she remembers words. She thinks.
By Catherine Kenwell5 years ago in Horror
Lost In Time
Stars were seen clearly in the sky that night, a quarter moon shined next to them. The Choptank River was clear and dark, with a few sparkles of light shining off its surface. It was the first weekend of October. The humidity of the summer was finally dying down, making the nights more tolerable. We sat together by the campfire enjoying the beauty of it all.
By Tammi D5 years ago in Horror
The Keeper of The Light
1899 It is alleged that when someone dies, the clocks around them stop - so that their spirits can move on - but gazing at my watch, time continued to move in the aftermath of the scene before me. Looking down from the cliff face, I was in denial of the chaos on the rocks below and could not understand that the young keeper and I had slept through such a tragic incident. If I closed my eyes, I would have simply been unaware of the havoc that existed, only feeling the whips of wind, the rain, and the cold against my face. Time would continue as if nothing had happened. But my eyes were open and I could see that the wreckage of a ship had been twisted and snapped from the tide, splintering into hundreds of pieces that found refuge between the cracks and crevices of the barnacle-infested stones. Among the wreck, I could see the remains of the small crew, bodies prostrate on the rock, trying to huddle together to fend off the cold of the New England winter, but the stillness of their corpses told me that their light had expired long before sunrise that morning.
By Daniel J 5 years ago in Horror
The Blue Hole
Visiting the Blue Hole was a rite of passage for kids in our town. It was in the woods, but only about a five minute walk from some apartments. So it had mystery to it, but really, help was just a quick dash away. We weren't supposed to go there, and most kids didn’t actually swim in it. But if you dipped a toe in or drank a handful of the clear water, it meant you were brave. It was stupid, and dangerous. But that’s what kids do.
By Annie Marie Morgan5 years ago in Horror
Hunted House By The Lake
Jack, are you going to Paul’s house tonight? I don’t know. I promised to show Hannah around. She is new here and I thought I’ll get her on a small trip around our town tonight.
By Justyna J5 years ago in Horror
Lake Casualty
Chapter 1 - Michael and Stella Michael DiGregario, a large man at six feet; pushing fifty, was a musclebound, blue collar man who saw his fair share of misery and tragedy. What no one could do, was call him a terrible father. The day his daughter, Stella, a precocious, 9 and three quarters, came home from the hospital; his own beating heart must've stopped at least three times.
By Carlos Gonzalez5 years ago in Horror
Peacemaker
Part I: “Peter, take the trash out, it’s getting late.” “Yes, mom.” “Also, make sure Thriller goes to the bathroom.” Peter opens the door and Thriller, T for short, bolts out the backdoor with his favorite, red ball. “Mom, T ran out of the house again.” Peter drops the trash down. “Well, go get him Peter. He usually rans to the lake.” Pete thinks to himself, ‘Yeah, buts he’s not my dog; he won’t listen to me.’ T runs fast to the lake, which is about a mile away. Pete is right behind him. He looks for his phone in his red jacket so he can use the flashlight. The lake is dark, and it is cold. There is only light from the moon. Wyoming during this time of year is very cold. As the clouds pass the moon, it gets pitch black. “T, where are you? Oh, man.” He smells smoke. As Pete looks around, he sees a small fire on the other side of the shore. He sees T with the small crowd.
By Alexis Byrd5 years ago in Horror