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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 Secret
Nate heard the sound of the shower kick on, Nora was first tonight, but he would be lying if he said he could wait to get clean himself. It had been a fairly busy day, and after a week of working second shift, getting a good night’s sleep was a blessing. He threw on his coat and made his way to the front door. Nate needed a cigarette, even if the weather outside was frightful. An early season nor’easter had decided to blow through, and the wind was howling in the sideways rain.
By Anthony Stauffer5 years ago in Horror
Fear in the Caverns
Screacher loathed the tourists encroaching on his ground, his sanctuary in the wild. “Why must they trespass, this is mine!” He spoke aloud, enraged. Rocky terrain flooded with tall trees and generous foliage consistent with that of a national forest, Mammoth Cave to be exact, in the state of Kentucky. Screacher had dealt with these eager nature hunters before. Hikers, trekkers, horse-back riders, “The whole blasted lot of them!” he grumbled. “They will pay, oh yes, they must pay. Just like the others…”
By Laura Lynne5 years ago in Horror
Thousand Dollar Death
Angelica Morello stands in the rain, trying to muster up the courage to step inside the pawnshop. The Morello’s only valuable to sell is a gold and pearl rosary that journeyed with her mother from Italy. Since the stock market crash three years ago, havoc has wreaked on families and businesses all across America, and now it’s come to her front door. With her unemployed currently and her father’s masonry business getting so few jobs, they need money to support the family of seven. Nausea burns her stomach as she imagines the meager price this family heirloom will fetch.
By Britt Blomster 5 years ago in Horror
Spirit Lake
My change was so innocent, peaceful even. Not at all like the beginning of the end of Mount St. Helens. To understand my incarnation, I suppose I should explain the violence that happened before my birth: the eruption of Mt. St. Helens. In one instant, May 18th, 1980, she blasted out 23 square miles of rock, mud and debris; a hot, steaming avalanche that reached 300 mph, killing 61 people, most of which landed in Spirit Lake. What didn't land in Spirit Lake was washed back down into the lake by an 850-foot wave. All in all, about 430,000,000 cubic meters of pyrolyzed trees, organic matter (including human), volcanic ash and debris landed in Spirit Lake: my lake.
By Faith Guptill5 years ago in Horror
The Siren's Song
The Arcane River flows through a series of giant geysers within an untouched forest in the depths of Northern New Zealand. The river run along the emerald green trees that seemed to brush the cotton candy pink clouds of the midsummer sunset. The hills seemed to stare at the truck driving through them almost intently. Just watching. Jim lets off the gas a little to enjoy the view. He rolled down his window and stuck his head out.
By That’s Crazy5 years ago in Horror
Bloom
The marsh stinks of rot and old magic, smothered beneath the fresh scent of spring. The smell is familiar, and though some may find it unpleasant, I find comfort in it. The day is bleak: the sky grey, the grasses bleached of colour, the waters dark and opaque. Almost—I see something large swish beneath the surface, and I’m careful to step away from the edge. I know what things lurk here.
By Alana S. Leonard5 years ago in Horror
Shattered Image
Blasting the music from her earphones couldn’t blot out the horror, the sorrow. The covers wrapped around her couldn’t warm the bone deep chill, or stop every cell from trembling. The images kept coming. She wanted to clamp her hands over her ears and scream, scream long and loud. Maybe then it would stop. Maybe then she could sleep.
By Krista Johnston 5 years ago in Horror
The Depth
There it was. The lake where his little sister had drowned the previous year. The investigation had ruled her death a suicide but it was unlike her. Their father had brought her out to the cabin on the lake for her sixteenth birthday. He promised her he'd teach her how to fish and make traps. She was so excited but the first night, she left the cabin. She made her way to the water and never came back. Eleven months went by and her father couldn't handle the guilt anymore. He took his own life and left his son behind.
By Hunter Gronau5 years ago in Horror
Cocaine Hippos
Matt steers the pontoon boat under the canopy of multi-colored leaves as Hannah plays a podcast explaining how to rid yourself of a ghost. “When someone has a traumatic death or dies with powerful emotions, like anger, their energy signature attaches to something around them. Fire is the only way to rid-”
By Britt Blomster 5 years ago in Horror
