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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.

Bottom of the Food Chain (Chapter 3)
CHAPTER 3 ‘That is why we have a back up plan’ - “You never go into something half cocked, you always plan for every eventuality.”
By Dechlan Tomsett5 years ago in Horror
Frostbite
“Yo, Johnny, we’re leaving!” He rubbed his hands together as a tremor rolled down his spine. Even the insulated cabin was unable to keep the briskness of the frozen world at bay. He scanned his checklist once more: two flash lights, extra batteries, hand warmers, ropes, two blankets, soup, and two thermos of hot tea. A third check was scribbled beside each item. Their journey would be no longer than a few hours, but he wanted to prepare for the worst. And with his luck, it was inevitable.
By Brandon Hoy5 years ago in Horror
This Now Reality
Narsid lay upon a rumpled morning bed with arms beside his body as if in a casket. His eyes rolled up and back in his head. He was thinking. The apex of time and high point of memories. The huge pear tree. An amorphous wispy green visage that charmed and beckoned. He had lived so many lifetimes chasing a green ghost. He sensed that time was drawing to a close now. He and the ghost needed to be together.
By Ibraahiym Kadessh5 years ago in Horror
Falynn Evergreen
“Max, that was the shittiest horror story I've ever heard. It wasn't even scary. Did you come up with that?” The bulk of the friends had a nice chuckle while huddling around the bonfire at the Halloween party at Max's house.
By James U. Rizzi5 years ago in Horror
Year's End, 1348
Every day, he wore the mask. Ever since the sickness came, whether it was from ships or from the battles the prince and his many armies brought home, no one could, or would, say.
By Kris Berg5 years ago in Horror
Deep Wounds
“That’s the last one, you’re good to go now,” I tell my sister as I give her the last box. “Are you sure you don’t need me to help you with anything else?” She is taking a long time getting all the boxes inside her car. She was supposed to be on her way home an hour ago, but as always, she refuses to leave me alone.
By Miriam Arce5 years ago in Horror
Trapped
SNAP!! I screamed in pain. Not knowing what just bit my foot, I dropped to the ground. The pain was unbearable. I couldn’t stop screaming. Finally I looked at my foot. I had stepped into a bear trap. I saw blood pouring out of my foot, as the trap dug deep into my skin, through my boots.
By Joy 5 years ago in Horror
Common Curses Over Conversation
“This story should not be told. Though, you have a right to hear it. If you are going to keep your children safe. Considering… you are aware of each other now. Damn technology.” Gregory Mitchel says picking up and putting a flame on a smoldering cigar.
By Whitney Davis 5 years ago in Horror
Dust Bunny
The Brockton boys, 10-year-old Killian and 9-year-old Kieran were mean little spoiled snots. Their mother thought they could do no wrong and their father just didn't give a lick as long as they didn't interrupt his sitcoms. Both sets of grandparents competed on who could buy them the best, newest, hottest, trendiest, most expensive gifts they could find for the boys. Between these six adults, they created two of the biggest Holy Terrors to ever live in the little township of Billsville.
By Mother Combs5 years ago in Horror
The Girl in the Mirror
“I can’t escape! Let me be free!” a scared, shrieking voice of a girl cries out. “What do you want from me? What do you expect from me? Why do you obsess over me? I have so many questions and they all go unanswered. You don’t respond either. I can only go off of speculation.” The young girl cries on what appears to be her bed. Tears drip onto the floor. A follower seems to be copying her very actions; crying on the bed. Though, this follower doesn’t have a voice. She’s a voice thief. Stealing voices of her victims. Copying all their day-to-day actions. Taunting her victims that they will never be perfect like her. Though she doesn’t smirk or grin or even laugh. Instead, she cries with her victim. She understands her victims well and doesn’t use their weaknesses against them. During the day, she’s merely a shadow of her victims. When night falls, she’s merely an identical twin.
By Rika Lekay5 years ago in Horror
THIS ISN’T ME
BANG!!! I watched my body drop to the floor. Wait how did I just watch myself die? I looked down at my hands, I saw the gun in my left hand. I was stunned at what just happened. I walked over to the body to get a closer look. Sure enough that was my body. “But, how am I still alive, if I’m dead?” I thought, as I looked down at my body. “Who’s body am I in then?” I walked over to the nearest window to look at my reflection. That defiantly wasn’t me. He looked simaliar to me, around the same age, more rough looking and so tired. I put the gun in my pocket and walked away. It felt like I was on autopilot. I made it all the way to, what I’m assuming is the guy I’m possisings apartment. Sitting down on an old sofa, I placed the gun on the coffee table. I didn’t know what was going on or who I was, but this urdge lingered. Almost like an itch you couldn’t scratch, but I didn’t know what that itch was. I walked over to his kitchen and opened his freezer. I saw a small box shoved in the back. I reached in and pulled it out. It was full of photos. “Weird thing to keep in a freezer.” I thought, as I placed the box on the counter next to me. I kept looking into the fridge, but couldn’t help wondering. “What are those photos?” I grabbed the little box and sat down at the kitchen table. Looking through. I saw photo, after photo, after photo. People shot in the head, in the back, in the chest. All lying dead. There had to have been 30+ pictures. I had noticed that they all had the dates in the back. “I don’t think this is a good body to be in.” Feeling uneasy about the pictures I had seen.
By Joy 5 years ago in Horror
The Bathroom
August 2nd 2005 7:00 pm, the rain is pouring down outside. Kids are playing in the streets having a ball in the rain. The wind is blowing wildly. BANG there is a loud noise outside in the distance. The power is out in the house. I look out my door and see neighbors looking out their doors telling me that their power is also out. It is still light outside thought parts of the house are showing signs of night fall coming on. The birds are a little restless with the lights being out so early. The house has an eerie silence about it. The phone is dead. No calls in. No calls out. It is now 7:30 pm. The rain and the wind have stopped. It is very calm and somewhat quite outside, except for the sound of the crickets. You can also hear cars in the distance on the freeway. The cat comes in from the other room and stops at the bathroom door. She sits there in the doorway peering in, giving me the impression that she sees something. I slowly move to the bathroom with a flashlight in hand. There is nothing to be seen. Returning to my chair in the living room I observe that the birds have become quite now. As I return to my chair thoughts of the shower curtain fill my now slightly disturbed mind. A noise from the bathroom catches my attention. As I carefully listen I recognize the sound. It is the sound of the water running in the toilet. It stops and is quite again. Though I am left with the disturbing thoughts of what made the water run in the toilet. Now the house has become very dark. The dogs are lying quietly in the living room. Then suddenly with a jerk Gingers head rises quickly as she stares towards the bathroom. A very low growl comes from her as she stares into the now very darkened bathroom. Again I take the flashlight to the bathroom and find nothing there. I return to my chair where the oil lamp and radio with headphones awaits me. And again I find myself ignoring the shower curtain. The music from the radio calms my slightly stirred up nerves. Where I sit the bathroom is in clear view. It is not totally dark. The light from the oil lamp gives the room an eerie look. I can see most of the room except for behind the shower curtain. It is now 9:30 and very dark inside and out. I can hear the rain lightly coming down outside. The lights come back on, and 3 seconds later they are off again. Then outside there is a loud bang. A near by transformer must have blown. The rain becomes heavier and the wind starts up again. This time we also have thunder and lightening. For a brief moment my mind was taken from the thoughts of the animal’s interest in the bathroom. Though it has returned to wondering what caught the cat and dogs interest in that room. Suddenly I have the urge to turn my head and peer into the bathroom. With the fear of what I might see I talked myself out of turning my head and continued to watch the lightening show outside. It was starting to get warm in the house with no air conditioners running. Though there is a slight breeze coming through the screen door from the cool rain and wind. A half an hour has passed and it is once again calm outside. The wind and rain have stopped. I remove my headphones to hear what is happening outside. I can hear a rumbling sound in the far off distance. An air plane passed over the house. The dogs are sleeping peacefully. A car passes by, another car passes by. One of the birds fluffs their feathers reminding me I have forgotten to put them to bed. I get up to go to the kitchen, quickly passing the bathroom paying it no attention. I reach the kitchen and put the birds in their cage. As I turn to return to my chair in the living room not seeing the cat in my pathway I step on her tail. She lets out a scream and runs in the direction of the bathroom. I am not sure if she entered the bathroom or ran somewhere else. I shine my flash light into the bathroom to see if she went in there. I do not see her. I hear the raining coming down lightly again. I can still hear the rumbling in the far distance. In an effort to take my mind away from where the cat went I returned to my chair and place my headphones back on. The calming music will help to take my mind off the disturbing thoughts of the bathroom. Though before I place my headphones back on I can hear the weaning sound of the wind along with the pitter patter of the rain. It is now 5 minuets before midnight. I set back in my chair and relax listening to the music. Again the power comes on and off again followed by yet another loud bang. The dogs start to bark. Ginger runs from one room to another stopping briefly at the bathroom doorway and again stares into the darkness. All is quite again except for the rain and wind. It is now 12:05 am. The power has been out for about 5 hours now. Once again I settle back in my chair with headphones on. I must have dosed off. I awoke with the need to use the restroom. I sat in my chair wondering just how much longer it would be until the lights came back on. My mind was clouded with thoughts of the cat and dog peering into the bathroom. Sitting here in my chair with thoughts of not knowing what may be behind the shower curtain ran through my head. 10 minutes passed as I became more uncomfortable with going into the bathroom. The need to use the restroom has forces me out of my chair. As I slowly move toward the very dark bathroom my eyes are glued to the shower curtain. Nothing else mattered at that moment in time. It was like a magnet was drawing my eyes towards the shower curtain. With the flashlight in hand I enter the bathroom. Moving ever so slowly towards the tub my free hand reaches for the shower curtain. My trembling hand touches the curtain. Swiftly in a flash I rip open the curtain and in that very instance before I get the chance to see what was behind the curtain I am back in my chair in the living room. I sit there quietly for a moment trying to collect my thoughts. I look around the room. The computer is on and the dogs are quietly sleeping in different parts of the house. The birds are talking some but quietly. I have my headphones on with the radio going. I look at the clock and it says 3:07 pm. It is light outside and I am remembering the cat staring into the bathroom and the dog growling, the power being out and the rain and the wind. I sit there remembering all the terrifying events that just took place. And I remember all the fear I had just gone though, the bathroom, the darkness and the fear I had just before I opened the shower…………Then at that same instance of trying to remember what was behind the shower curtain I realized I had come in from working in the hot sun to sit and relax in my chair. I had dosed off and just had a bad dream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By Eva Lietz 5 years ago in Horror