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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.
Eggs
The rain poured down outside. April showers drenched the outside world, blessing the fertile earth. The drops pounded against the cheap tile roof. The house was dark throughout. A single solitary wall lamp was lit in the kitchen. In the living room, which the kitchen opened into, sat a middle-aged woman in a big, brown, leather chair that had a small tear on the back.
By Amanda Rose7 years ago in Horror
Tick-Tock Drip-Drop
It was the day before Halloween and I was stuck working until 10:00 pm. Though no one ever comes in after 9:00, since it is just a costume store. I was getting ready to clean up the place and close up, when this guy in his mid twenties came running in the store and ask if we were still open. I looked at him and then looked over to the clock, and said "Yes, we are still open for another 10 minutes. Is there anything I can help you with sir?"
By Sabrina Le7 years ago in Horror
Madmen in the Dark
When she snuck out of the house tonight to meet him, she was all adrenaline. Now, waiting under the street lamp, she felt the fear she wished would have befallen her earlier. The street was so dark outside the circle of light — her protection. It is hard to believe that with all the wits adults claimed she had, she would ever be seen standing alone on this quiet empty street so late at night. A shiver ran through her — in her hyper rush to leave, she did not think about the sun stealing its warmth with its travels. And to make it worse… he was late. How long was she supposed to wait for him before she went tail-tucked back home? Was any guy worth this? Even Paul? She closed her eyes and imagined his face. Such perfect blue eyes and the sharp curve of his jaw… She could stay a little while longer perhaps. If his face couldn’t convince her, the thought of making the walk back to her apartment alone would.
By Amy Jourdan7 years ago in Horror
The Noise
It was a very rain night in October. A little lad by the name of Alvy had been sitting at the front window on a couch, mesmerized by the the sound of the rain hitting the pavement. "We are headed out soon," yelled Alvy's mother from the top of the stairs. Alvy's parents had a meeting to go to regarding the job that Alvy's dad had just acquired from a man online. It seemed a little weird getting a job from online but if it paid the bills then it was worth something.
By Sleepy Writter7 years ago in Horror
The Crawl Space
“Look, I’m not gonna pay a couple of hundred bucks for some guy to come out here and tell us that he can’t do anything or try to charge a couple grand to fix it. We just bought this house.” Nick and Amy were standing in their kitchen. Nick was leaning against the counter next to the sink. Amy was standing across from him, looking down at the floor just in front of the sink.
By Daniel Carras7 years ago in Horror
Delirious
Chapter One: The Silhouette My name is Jay Mauser. Most of you probably don’t know who I am, and some probably think I’m dead. The truth is, I’m alive bright as day, but my brother isn’t. I’ve been off the radar for ten years, unwillingly imprisoned by an institution for claiming that my family has been murdered by a demon.
By Heather Stoodley7 years ago in Horror
The Bible of Worms
It's time to go back to church. September 12th I was always a bit uncertain in my life devoted to the The Good Book. My pa was too, apparently. It's been a month since Pa passed away and I have been reading through his journal. Turns out he was only pushed to read the Bible because Grandpa didn’t want him growing up illiterate. But Pa always used to complain that no matter how much he bellowed, his sermons only drew half the crowd of Grandpa's. And, frankly, if that is the case, I feel much shame. As my own flock is not but a of third my father's. What could work the town of Lowbog to the righteous God-fearing people they once were?
By Iris St.Lucy7 years ago in Horror
Elf on The Shelf Pt. 1
There used to be an old horror story about an old man that once lived in an old, single-story house. If you lit a candle — even if you bought it from the 99 cent store — he would appear, thinking it was his wife. Apparently, she loved candles; she loved them so much she would sit at the dining table and watch the flicker of the fire until the wick burned out. Two weeks before Christmas the old man — Phil, we’ll call him — decided to have a little fun. He bought the “new and improved” Elf on the Shelf that had two camera lenses in his eyes. He figured he would make a film of all the times it would scare her, and if she talked to it at all, then he'd give it to her for Christmas.
By Alyssa Gammell7 years ago in Horror
The Case of the Living Ghost
Professor Swann wasn’t particularly keen on coffee. He found it way too coarse, and no matter how many nips of sugar he added to it, he found it left a rather bitter taste in his mouth. It certainly didn’t have the refinement of tea, that’s for sure.
By Dan Seavers7 years ago in Horror