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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.
Payne of the Bite Saga (Pt.8)
Frankie Delimo - Seeking vengeance for the loved ones lost in the Twin Towers, Frankie completed his tour of duty in Iraq with over a dozen badges of honor, having dealt with many foes during that time. Frankie Delimo's post-traumatic stress disorder was incomparable to the anguish he felt when another family member was killed in a racist act a few months after returning home from Iraq.
By LUiS Wrote THiS UNiVERSE5 years ago in Horror
The Crimson woman
I can feel my hands sweating, I have never been so nervous in my life. She’s late, I should’ve never agreed to this, I knew she was too hot for me. Granted I am a decently attractive man, but even with my looks, I still don’t know why she asked me to dinner. Maybe she’s a catfish? Maybe it was a joke. I can feel myself starting to panic. I wave down the waitress, “Can I please get another drink?” The young lady smiles a pitiful smile and says in an adorable southern drawl, “Sure thing sir. Another whiskey sour?” I nod overly aggressive.
By Tabby Ashworth5 years ago in Horror
Revenge
I had searched for him nearly half of my life. The monster that destroyed my village and my family. I was away on a quest for the king that I succeeded in, though with great difficulty. The King had been attacked and his father killed in combat. He sent me to take his revenge and I did with skill. On my way home I imagined seeing my wife and daughter standing in front of our house at the village edge. I fantasized as to their smiles and beeming faces mirroring my own. Instead I arrived back at my home greeted with ash and collapsed buildings. Not even the bones of my loved ones could be found for burial.
By Fabricating Fiction5 years ago in Horror
Inside the Mirror
I wake in a cold sweat, jumping up from where I'm laying. Looking around, this is not my bed. This is not my house, where the hell am I?! I look around to take in my surroundings, I'm in the woods. Deep in the woods by the looks of it, but how? I don’t even live near the woods, I'm about fifty miles from the closest hiking trail, let alone a forest. I look around confused for a few minutes before I decide I probably shouldn't keep sitting on the ground, but where am I going to go? I don't even know where I am.. I hear birds chirping in the distance, I feel the breeze between the trees. I’m washed with a sense of calm, as weird as it seems. Perfect balance of sound and fresh air, I feel like it's cleaning my soul. I looked around where I was laying, looking for some evidence of someone bringing me here, looking for my phone or a cigarette and lighter at least. I find nothing, and search my pockets, hoping there's some clue as to how this happened, but I’m at a loss. Behind me I hear the leaves on the ground rustle, sounding like footsteps. I whip my head around to find a small wooden box, the size of a little jewelry box.
By Autumn Lawson5 years ago in Horror
The Mysterious Journal: Episode 2 - Cat and Mouse
Isaiah arrived in town early in the morning after following the road for a day. He used a little of his inheritance to eat some food and rent a room at the local Inn. After a bath and washing his clothes, he laid in bed and quickly fell asleep.
By Daniel Coates5 years ago in Horror
Witches Scarier
On top of a hill, a thatched cottage sits alone. A town can be seen to the northeast on the other side of a frozen peat bog far below. When the sun is at the right angle, a darkened image of the town reflects back from the bog from up here. On this particular day, that angle is at exactly 4 o'clock. The most prominent feature is a church steeple that protrudes ominously from the town's center on the ice. The horizon is obscured in every other direction by a dense forest, which is covered in snow so thick that the trees resemble the arctic pyramids of antediluvian gods.
By James J Dye5 years ago in Horror
The Rise of the Daeterra
Green webs of energy filtered across her vision as shadows appeared where no other eye could see. However, the shadow they were looking for was nowhere in sight. The shadow across from her sighed for what had to be the third time within the hour. They had come in together an hour before under the guise of "a romantic evening" and her "date" had excused himself with the story of an emergency at the office, before sneaking around back, exchanging the suit for his armor and gear, and returning undetected.
By Lizzy Rose5 years ago in Horror
Imp
Cold, gloomy, and another rainy day in the small town where Geraldine and her three loves reside. She has a husband, Barry, and two boys, Todd and Emile. They are grown up enough to care for themselves but she does not want to let go of the grip that a mother has on her boys. She smiles at herself in the reflection on the metal napkin holder. Wiping away the lipstick that she had on to try to bring in more tips, but with no one coming in to eat, they, the employees, were afraid that the dinner will close early and no one in this small mining town will be able to eat. But the rain, fifteen days in a row, it had not stopped. The rain had flooded the streets all over town and not allowed anyone out of their homes without fear of being washed away.
By William L. Truax III5 years ago in Horror
