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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.
Liquid Gold
I waved at the Maitre D as I brushed past the long line of patrons waiting to enter the five-star, high-rise, restaurant. The bar was in directly in front of me and the bottles of liquor and wine shone brilliantly in the ambient lighting. The bartender was fast and efficient, but took her time to get to know each person and make them feel special. Her black slacks and navy top stood out against the cherry wood that encased her work area. Her long chestnut hair was pulled back into a neat bun that left her youthful face free. She stood there cleaning glasses as she laughed with a customer.
By Alicia Inabinet5 years ago in Horror
The Following Night
I woke up in a log cabin in the mountains. I was unsure as to where I was or what I was doing but as I looked around I realized that the room was empty minus the bed I was on and I was covered in blood, though the blood was not mine. My head was pounding like the day after a long night of vodka and tequila, but I don't remember drinking the night before.
By Jay Kolsrud5 years ago in Horror
The Boneman
Part One My heart was racing as I drew back the arrow with my bow, trying to breathe steadily and remain focused as the last victim ran frantically, looking for the source of the deaths of all his camp mates. I smirked as he slowed to a pause to examine a fallen brother and WHOOSH! The arrow struck him in the back of the head, and he fell lifeless to the ground with the same pathetic yelp all the others gave. I gave myself a small victory lap by walking around each body on the ground, not even bothering to rob them of what little wealth they likely had before they died by my hand. Luckily, my stealth was completely flawless, and none of them saw it coming. Petty deaths, but victorious ones either way.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Horror
The Vampire’s Wallet
Celestine rubbed her thumbs against her gold wallet. Her fingers had a tight grasp of the crisp handle. How she got her hands on an exquisite and expensive purse, was something she wanted to be kept secret, but she couldn't help but show it off. She loved flashing her wealth: made her feel like she was worth something in the vampire society.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Horror
The Town Named Bilmo
Foreword: Hello, my name is Joseph Roy Wright. I am a Self-Published author of three novels. The Town Named Bilmo is my third book. The book is set in Wales, however the town itself is heavily inspired by my home town of Runcorn (which is in England). I post the first chapter here for some feedback and as exposure, but mainly because I plan on one day becoming a full time writer. Please feel to let me know on Social Media what you guys think of my writing and if this book (or any other I have written) interests you. I hope you enjoy this first chapter and that it peaks your interest. Thanks for reading. Links to my social media and books will be posted at the bottom of this article.
By Joseph Roy Wright5 years ago in Horror
Closet
Helen slams the closet door, leans against it, her heart racing. Then she is overtaken by what her father had called the ‘little girl shakes.’ She steps away from the closet. Takes several deep breaths. She doesn’t like remembering her father; he was not a good man.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
Sequester. Top Story - April 2021.
Light gently permeated this foreign place from incandescent pinheads in the far off distance, entire galaxies unknown to man spaced far yet not so few between. Clouds of gaseous blue and purple detonations mottled across this great beyond, surpassing the grasp of one’s ability to imagine it’s scope, let alone handle an understanding of such phenomena. My head, both light and lagging, revolved across this vast spacescape in awe, temporarily unaware of the absurdness of my situation as I sheepishly peered into the glory of both past and present. As my gaze descended my eyes caught my pale feet, wide and naked, firmly planted on an imperceptible plain. A torrent of ice began to stretch from behind my eyes up and backward, a measured waltz from neuron to the next which promptly dissipated as it’s travel found the nape of my neck. My lips curled as my mouth cracked in horror letting out a scream, a scream that came up silent as if I were an actor in one of those silent film reels I’d seen as a child.
By Austin Alan Palaoro5 years ago in Horror
Finding Atlas
Nox cawed “fly” and flew off Aurora's shoulder. Startled she tripped over her hastily tied bootlace and fell straight forward into the wet grass, the acorns she was holding flying in all directions. She landed on her stomach and arms, now completely drenched. “Shit.” As she pushed herself up she spotted something white down on the beach, only barely over the tree line. Aurora had been walking down the pathway heading back to her village from wandering in the forest. She'd intended to bring the nuts back home to roast, plans for another day now. There were trees blocking her view but she could just see the tip of a white sail.
By Courtney Janicki5 years ago in Horror
The Revenge of the Ghost
Sandhya was the happiest person in the world. She had purchased a new house in a hill station which was two hours drive from the metro city where she used to stay. This was to be used as a weekend home to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big city and to refresh at the end of the week.
By DEEPAK SETHI5 years ago in Horror
Thick Bodies Of Wine
One: Half passed 6pm, Greg read the time on his phone and winced. He was early. Thirty minutes early. Greg hesitated on the sidewalk in front of the house. Part of him wanted to walk right up to the house steps with confidence. The other part of Greg thought that would be too much too soon, especially given how early he was. Before Greg had time to debate with himself much longer, the front door opened. The open doorway acted as the only source of light on this street on this winter night.
By Lilith Lycanthropy 5 years ago in Horror
