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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 Horse That Bore Bad News
Ciaohme plucked another daisy, smiling as she ran from daisy to daisy, plucking the flowers and putting them into her basket. Her mother watched, smiling at her daughter's industriousness. The young girl saw a pony, a beautiful roan, nibbling at the grass. She ran up to it and put her hand on it. The pony looked up at her; Caiohme saw the pony smile so she smiled back. The pony threw her head back; the girl found her hand was stuck to the pony. The pony galloped off. The girl screamed.
By Jamais Jochim11 months ago in Horror
A Hat of Silk and Lightning
The problem with building a snowman in the middle of a thaumaturgic circle is that rolling the bottom ball over the circle smears the circle. Thus, Edwin had to build the snowman and then redraw the circle. He wiped his brow and exhaled, but he had finally finished the major work. He checked the small electric generator, put it into the silk hat, and put it on the snowman. In front of the snowman he placed a chewed-on pencil, a crumpled T-shirt, a whistle, and three diamonds, He lit the candles surrounding the circle and started the ritual to summon the demon that would bring the snowman to life.
By Jamais Jochim11 months ago in Horror
Did a Prank Create the Rolling Calf?
I am from Jamaica, and I always hear the old folks talk about the Rolling Calf. I have never seen one, but some people would swear on anything that they are real. It makes me wonder, what is a Rolling Calf, and how did these stories even start? My grandmother told me a story from when she was a young girl. She and her best friends decided to play a little joke on their community. It was a long time ago, not like now, where you can just call a taxi. Back then, there was only one bus that went to town, and it only came at a certain time. If you missed the bus or if there were no cars around, you had to walk. People would walk for miles and miles, or sometimes they would ride their donkeys.
By Diana Crooks12 months ago in Horror
They're Not Just Good For Doctors
Little Robby pulled the quilt up over his head. He heard the chains being drug over the wooden floors below. Even at twelve, he knew the stories. He heard the clip-clop of hooves on the stairs. Those stories didn't usually end well for the children involved, children who had not exactly been angels throughout the year.
By Jamais Jochim12 months ago in Horror
Hvis Lvset Tar Oss
The five of them ran through the park. They could hear the hunters behind them, coordinating their moves with radios. They knew the hunters were attempting to corral them, or at least keep them outside until dawn. The five had to find sanctuary before then or perish as sunlight covered the city in its glowing rays.
By Jamais Jochim12 months ago in Horror
