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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 The Last Of Us: Part II Experience
Another night, another nightmare. Another day, another panic attack. Just like her I keep seeing his face, hitting me as lightning bolts that shatter my spirit. The face I see is not the one I used to remember, and its shape is something more brutal and bloody, vehemently violating my soul. Battered, tormented, tortured. Covered in blood, desperately gasping for air. No chance of some last words or a proper goodbye: just one gaze which made us both realise that despite the tragedy that was going on he was telling us he was okay with what was happening and that, somehow, things would have been okay.
By Marco Zampilli5 years ago in Horror
The Ghost Who Saved Me
I never believed in ghosts. I always thought that anyone who said that they had seen a ghost was talking nonsense. I was a firm believer that they were all in a person's imagination or that they had seen one too many horror films. Ghosts were pure fiction. I even laughed at my best friend when she told me about the ghost which would knock on her bedroom door every night, until the vicar came to bless her house. It was all mumbo jumbo. This was until around a year ago, it was then that I would see for myself that ghosts are real. Don't believe me? Well let me tell you about the night which I will never forget.
By Hayley Dodwell5 years ago in Horror
The Climb
After graduating from university, my boyfriend and I started sharing this attic apartment in an old house. Rent wasn't too bad and, while we were a little too far from downtown, at least we had our own bathroom and even a tiny kitchen. Most importantly, the house had its own washing machine and dryer, and since Rafael and I were both tired of dragging our laundry baskets to the nearest laundromat, that actually influenced our decision to move in.
By Amanda Fernandes5 years ago in Horror
Hale County
Prologue A brilliant flash of light lit up the small iron fenced cemetery, followed by a loud clap of thunder. Large drops of rain began pelting the century old headstones. The wrought-iron fencing leaned heavily in places, the soggy earth no longer able to support the cumbersome weight of the iron barrier after a half century of neglect. It was the oldest cemetery in Hale County. As the rain began falling harder, it was no doubt the last place anyone wanted to be, especially Sheriff Jake Hooks.
By Chad Martin5 years ago in Horror
1997
Sandra limped into the building, shutting the door quietly behind her. Panting, she leaned against the door and listened. In the distance, she could hear shouting, growling, and groans, but the noises seemed to move away. Carefully, she eased off the door and checked for a lock. No luck. It was an exterior stairwell door and probably had to remain unlocked during business hours.
By Mayra Martinez5 years ago in Horror
Swindled Spirit
Walking through the fog and sometimes in complete darkness, he always wondered how he got here, there, or anywhere. His clothes never got old, and his pale skin was always yearning for warmth. It was all gone inside his head, his heart, and his lust completely absent. He didn’t know where he was going or what he did before, but only pictures flashed in his head sporadically in terms of years or if even that. He didn’t know how long a year was any more or anything that pertained to time.
By Bazooka Teaches5 years ago in Horror
