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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.
A Brief History of Bucarno Park
Bucarno Park is a neighborhood in the forests of Knightstown, Indiana. It is known for being the site of a mass disappearance in 1995 which made international headlines. All 64 residents of the neighborhood vanished on March 30, 1995, and there is still no explanation for their whereabouts. The neighborhood is preserved exactly as it was left, and is now a tourist hotspot.
By Jennifer Childers5 years ago in Horror
LoveR
Fourty-seven. Caucasian male. Dark brown and grey hair. Balding in the middle. Grey V-neck shirt, bleach spots scattered around the front. Completely wrinkled from the neck down. Worn out dark green cargo pants. Discoloration in some areas—He does his own laundry. Calloused fingers and dirty nails—works with his hands? Husky build with broad shoulders. Could this really be “him”? Does he really fit the serial murderer profile? I wonder to myself.
By Marceline Perry5 years ago in Horror
Coming Home For Mother's Day
While most people celebrate Mother’s Day with a nice card, flowers, and maybe a nice lunch or dinner for their mothers; my mother has always insisted I drop everything I’m doing where I live in San Francisco to come straight to Calabasas California , where she lives in her large mansion. For seven days leading up to Mother’s Day, I’m more or less a hostage in my mother’s pristine house until the day after Mother’s Day.
By Lilith Lycanthropy 5 years ago in Horror
Luciña (18+)
Jonah awoke to a world that rocked back and forth. He could hear a rhythmic creaking noise and, as his vision focused, he found that he was in a rusty, barnacle-laden, sea-beaten cage. It was night and pitch black all around him. Though, he knew he was outside; the stench of the sea as it came upon the ocean breeze was almost unbearable.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
The Passenger
Ashlund Drive became an urban legend of sorts among the cab drivers of St. John’s Bay, England. The circumstances surrounding the experience and testimonial of William Bray is as frightening and mysterious as the story that follows. But it was his story alone that became the legend known only as The Passenger.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
Luciña (18+)
The next morning, Jonah awoke to a lonely bed. Luciña was nowhere to be seen in their quarters. “Luciña?” No answer. Jonah looked around the bed for some of his clothing and found his boxers lying by the bedside. I slipped them on and walked towards the door. When he opened it, a thick fog crept slowly into the cabin like probing appendages. Jonah walked through and out onto the boat’s deck. The morning air was chilly and Jonah shivered. But he fought the feeling, more concerned about Luciña’s whereabouts than with his temporary discomfort.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
The Dollhouse
It was late evening and it started raining. I went inside to play so I wasn't getting wet. When I got to the living room I noticed a doll house. It was a beautiful two story house with an elevator that worked with batteries. It also had a doorbell that worked. I was so excited! I ran to my room and grabbed a few of my Barbie's and went to playing. I kept using the elevator and the doorbell because it made things more real.
By Peggy Sue Danielle Rush5 years ago in Horror
The Doldrums
Day Unknown Hour Unknown As of late I have received a report that one of my crew is unaccounted for and presumed missing; a man by the name of Isor, who reportedly had been seen mopping the portside deck right before he disappeared. I went to investigate where several others of my crew had reported seeing him and indeed he was gone. We could only see the mop and bucket as evidence that he was in the middle of his task when he vanished. The most bizarre of all was when I picked up the mop. It had attached to it a sticky residue of some kind that stretched and provided such a resistance that I had to cut it with a knife to free the mop from its grasp. There was also another strange element upon both the mop and the bucket. There seemed to be white scraped along the wood of the bucket and mop handle. Though I find this color strange, I feel that this could be of some explainable origin. The concern and task at hand is to find my missing crew member and put my crew and I at ease.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
The Doldrums
Day Unknown Hour Unknown Still no wind and waves. At least I think it’s been that long. It feels like it. No instruments work still and daylight has seemed to abandon us. The lanterns we lit on the ship, as well as the candles inside my quarters seem to burn without aid of wick and they seem to be glowing a color that’s not like they have done before. This only aids the fears and superstitions of my crew that we are indeed under the curse of the Doldrums. Everyone is restless, including my wife and daughter, concerning this perpetual darkness and the mysterious circumstances in which the lanterns and candles burn. I am too starting to feel uneasy. Maybe talk of this curse that I cannot seem to keep at bay has finally taken over the helm of my mind. I continue to pray that my strength through the Spirit will stay with me.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
Wizard's Oak
one week later... Ring. Ring. Riiiinnnngggg. The answering machine comes on: “Hello, you’ve reached the Jenkins. We’re not able to come to the phone at this time so if you could please leave your name, number and the purpose of your call we’ll get back to you as soon as we can. Have a good day!”
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
Wizard's Oak
Down in the hole, Laura placed the flashlight at an angle so that it would illuminate Linda, who lay there in a disoriented state. She was conscious, but barely. It appeared as though she had hit her head upon impact, but from the angle the light was shining, Laura couldn’t tell. She grabbed the flashlight and angled it to where it would illuminate the back of Linda’s head without her having to move it. But she couldn’t see a thing.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Horror
