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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.

Erie Islands
On a section of the world secluded from modern society there laid a cluster of islands that were surrounded by treacherous waters. On every night there would be a strange occurance taking place that the natural inhabitants of these islands knew all too well but had failed to prepare enough for it. During the night there are huge ferocious creatures that viciously prey on villagers that had the misfortune of being part of a long line of isolated native Erie Islands dwellers. The Erie Islands got the name once they became cursed by a witch named Jihenna long ago that died of thirst and starvation after Shiru, a leader of pirates at the time chased her deep within the woods of one of the largest of the Erie Islands. She had been taken captive when Shiru found out about her magic abilities but after utter abuse and neglect Jihenna was fed up, as well as at her limit on the brink of death since Shiru never bothered to properly feed nor tend to his captives. Once bodies started piling up in the ship barracks, Shiru ordered the crew to dump the bodies.
By Tony Beyond5 years ago in Horror
Sable Street
A neon glow floats above the city of Ekhaara at night, like a phosphorous halo pleading absolution for the citizens below. This town is a den for many a thing—some good, some not so good, but most with no alignment whatsoever. Its buildings exhale indifference, and its streets churn out life how machines churn out smoke and oil.
By Devin Dabney5 years ago in Horror
Bereavement Leave
Today started out relatively okay. I hadn’t seen it once. Not yet. The smell of rain lingered in the air, a forgotten specter amongst thick heat waves. Sweat condensed on my brow, and I compulsively wiped it with my headband as I continued walking to Maxine’s. Her mother’s two-story house was only a few blocks away now, but it swayed like a distant mirage, simmering with the rising temperatures. I had walked from my house to get there, and at this point, I was regretting my decision.
By Devin Dabney5 years ago in Horror
Into the Fog
My father shook me awake and while I struggled to focus in the dark, he whispered, “Come on. The fish are waiting.” I sat up and pivoted. I scooched across the bed until my feet touched the cool, wooden floor. The squeaky springs of the bed ejected me toward the bedroom door.
By Jon Emm5 years ago in Horror
The Caretaker
When the sharp October air rustled the curtains open, when the clock struck 3:07 am, Babette's eyes snapped open as she sucked in a breath of terror. It’s grandma again, kneeling all of her weight atop her small chest, rocking side to side as if on a boat. She appeared grotesque, cadaverous. Glossy eyes, spidery white face-mold clinging to her nostrils and right cheek, mouth parted as if she were about to utter a secret. Babette’s neck was as stiff as wood, and her eyes refused to squeeze shut. She lay staring up at her, breath ragged. A fold of grey skin from her grand-mère’s forehead peeled and fell onto Babette’s own as she leaned downwards towards her ear, scent malodorous with dirt and death. Grandma rasped, gasping and sputtering, “Peregrine Hill…”
By Jaidyn Mansfield5 years ago in Horror
A Bluffer's Park Nightmare
Scarborough Bluffs has always been one of my favourite places to spend a day since I moved to Ontario 20 years ago. An ancient escarpment that runs 15 kilometres along the lake shore in Toronto's east end, it reaches the equivalent of 25 stories at its highest point. It has long been a sought-out destination for hikers, visitors and photographers looking to explore trails through wetlands, meadows and forests. The incredible scenic views from the top and beaches below make it the ideal destination for anyone looking for an escape from the concrete monolith of the city.
By Cathy holmes5 years ago in Horror
The Dark Serpent
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had strange nightmares. These are not like normal nightmares, these come in pairs and they only come every 4 years. These have been so real, that at one point, my girlfriend at the time had me taken to a hospital because, as she put it— I was being strangled! Yeah, that’s right. Not choking, her words to both the doctor and me were that I was coughing, struggling to breathe, and there was a shadow wrapped around my neck that kept getting tighter! To be honest I felt bad for the girl, especially after I broke up with her not too long after. That was right after the one which I am going to tell you now.
By T.D. Chronicler5 years ago in Horror
The Flashlight (Part Two)
Here is the link to The Flashlight (Part One) for those of you who may have not read it yet. The Flashlight Part One (Click Here)
By Rick Henry Christopher 5 years ago in Horror
Not-A-Radio-Story
"Has she been doing it again?" I heard the orderly’s annoyingly raspy, whisper of a voice ask his colleague outside my door. They always talk like I’m not here, it’s like I am a ghost to them. The worst part is that blasted Radio I always hear playing from somewhere. Day, night, always playing… something.
By Nicholas R Yang5 years ago in Horror
The Water Wraith
The Water Wraith This place is beautiful, she thought. Walking into a grand entrance that led to an even more stunning lobby area, Jana smiled as she stared around at the place that would be her home for the next week. A writer’s retreat. Perfect.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Horror
A Drowning Hungry
A Drowning Hungry When I finally had the courage to open my eyes, which didn’t take long, I knew I was about to drown, right there is that brown, Kiwi shoe polish looking water, not even a mile away from my house! I couldn’t believe it, but there I was. My turn in the window I thought… not now!!! The police and news crews would eventfully show up, and there I would be… The Star of the 6pm Local News, maybe even a National mention. Floating down that stinking, brown, polluted Rouge River…. I was terrified!! When I first hit the water, it was SO much colder than what I had thought it would be. It was April, early April and me being a seasoned Mid-Western boy, so I thought should have known better! I had taken the bet or a commission to swing across the widest part of the Rouge River, which ran through this heavily wooded area in my city/suburban town West of Detroit, MI. The river was pretty tame in that area for the most part, although the current was still pretty strong even through the river always appeared to be moving really slowly. It was where the river bent to the South just a little, which gave the area a nice size bank where folks use to hangout and do all the things that kids and young adults aren’t supposed to be doing. One guy that use to hangout at The Bank, that’s what the locals called it, name was Mike! Crazy Mike that is… not in the sense of being institutionalized, I don’t think; but him hanging out with kids my age kids or even younger was a concern to some! See, I was only 10 at the time and this guy who we called Crazy Mike was probably around 16 or so. He didn’t really look that old, so no one ever said anything to him. And because everyone knew he was a little off, people with any type of common sense used to just avoid him altogether. He was always in the neighbor, not locked up or anything like that, so we thought if he was not in jail or at the local mental Hospital, Eloise D Block, that he was OK. Mike always had lots of CASH, so people use to hang around him for that. He was basically harmless I thought, outside of when he got to talking to himself, then watch out. But other than that, he was kind of funny. Mike used to hang out at The Bank everyday looking for someone to get a cheap laugh from. The Bank was the widest point of the River in that area as I said; it was also the best and fastest way to cross the river. There was two ways at The Bank to cross that locals had built, my contribution was clearing leaves and bushes. One was via a deliberately placed tree bridge used to crawl across, and the other a make shift swing with several knots that hung high above the sometimes swiftly moving Rouge. The rope was replaced yearly to try and ensure the safety of those brave enough to try and swing from one muddy bank to the other. Mike also used the swing to entice young kids to do dangerous things that so far had not gotten anyone seriously injured. If you didn't cross at The Bank, folks mostly kids and thugs had to make the nearly 2 mile hike due West toward Middlebelt Rd. to cross at the closest pedestrian and traffic bridge.
By Thaddeus5 years ago in Horror
My ghost sister gets to have fun
Dorothea smiled wickedly. She lifted her elegant hands, joined them together at her breast, manicured ghostly fingertips lightly touching, and slowly, chest heaving in anticipated joy, she gently moved her joined fingers back and forth, caressing them in sheer delight. Her appetite and lust for mayhem and it's subsequent dark pleasure, had been whetted.
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Horror