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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 Woman Who Forgot Her Own Name
The first thing she always noticed was the light. Every morning, it spilled through the thin curtains in her small bedroom, painting golden streaks on the walls. Every morning, she blinked awake, stretched her fingers, and whispered a quiet good morning—to no one in particular. Every morning, she remembered everything: the way her coffee tasted, the street she lived on, her favorite song, even her neighbor’s cat’s name—Buttons.
By Rafi Ullah12 months ago in Horror
Hunger
I could hear the birds chirping. I could feel the delicate tickle of insect legs tracing paths over my naked body. My eyelids fluttered open, slow and reluctant. Sunlight filtered through the canopy of leaves above, stabbing at my eyes with cruel precision. I raised a trembling hand to shield myself from the blaze.
By Sara Wilson12 months ago in Horror
Whistle: An Overwhelming Story That Revives the Horror Genre
2026 is shaping up to be a great year for the horror genre. On February 6, Whistle, a film directed by Corin Hardy, written by Owen Egerton, and starring Dafne Keen and Sophie Nélisse, will be released.
By Ninfa Galeano12 months ago in Horror
Chalet of Bloody Corpses
The five hikers had stopped for some quick skinny dipping. Helga had started it, claiming to have forgotten her swimsuit, but Chad had given the idea wings as he stripped down. He hit Charlie with his underpants, challenging the normally shy young man into the water as the more adventurous boy dove into the water. Helga grinned as Charlie quickly stripped and swam out to Chad, while Melissa stayed on shore. Thomas, always a victim of peer pressure, joined the other three. Melissa took some cajoling, but she eventually gave in, putting her cowboy hat on her clothes before diving in.
By Jamais Jochim12 months ago in Horror
My Bodyguard Spot
Chester was tossed a backpack. The person tossing the backpack to him was Don Salingro, head of the local mafia. “Just remember two rules, Chester: The bullets start flying get out as soon as possible, and if the backpack is emptied refill it. Get it?”
By Jamais Jochim12 months ago in Horror
Lost & Found
Charlie swam toward shore. He got out and dried off, taking his time in the glorious summer sun. He arched his back and tossed the towel down. He dressed and sat down next to his laptop. He sipped from his water holder, and then picked up the laptop and started typing. It was a struggle to start but he was soon in the zone.
By Jamais Jochim12 months ago in Horror
