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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 House Inside The Home
When I woke up, I pinched my neck to make sure I was still alive. My eyes tried to adjust to the dark, but it was useless. It was an eat-your-face kind of darkness. Pain ran from my shoulders through my lower back and down into my legs. All of my muscles felt like they were going to snap, like I was made out of porcelain. Humans weren’t made to stand for this long.
By Dan DeLuise5 years ago in Horror
The Knocking on the Wall
“Present” and “Past”, “Here” and “There”. Interweaving threads of emotion cast around a torrent of space and time. Where can you stay if the very thing you fear is yourself? Do you succumb to the madness of the emptiness? Or will you struggle through the binding chains of despair? Questions asked that will never be answered. Existing in the “Present” and “Past”, the “Here” and “There” is the thing all beings fear more than any, the malice of pain. Made whole by the suffering of the universe’s interweaving threads of fear, it came to stay. Sitting between what we could see and what we couldn’t. Waiting patiently for the day it might reach out it’s hand to someone and feel warmth. It has existed since before and now, walking alongside creatures and waiting only a few feet away from them. Only when its eyes lifted to the Sol system did something unexpected happen, it smiled. A smile that defied everything the universe set in place. It was nothing more than a concept, an idea made whole unintentionally by the life brought to be.
By Zachary Fulcher5 years ago in Horror
Don't Trust Strangers
He sits there eyeing her from a distance and thinks to himself on how she’d be perfect for it. He sits there idly, waiting for the sacrifice. She lies there hoping that it’s alright. There was just a slight moan that quivered from her lips as the blade entered her side. Then, as a scream was beginning to emerge, her mouth was gagged closed.
By William L. Truax III5 years ago in Horror
Unparalleled Universe: Part 1
Nick was conflicted by the desert. He felt it was dry, dusty, egregiously hot and far, far too empty. The blue domed void gave him a delicate sense of fear. As if the sky would swallow him up whole. Though simultaneously, the near quiet environment with the occasional gust of dust stirring wind gave him a sense peace. It allowed him to think clearly and thoroughly. As Nick sat in his dusty, primer black and slightly abused 1969 Dodge Charger, he sweated profusely. Nick could handle heat, but today was a hot one. He wondered if he should remove his leather cowboy hat, then decided an ice age was the only real solution. Might as well just take it like a man. He smirked at the thought, and took a healthy pull off from his bottle of beer, condensation ran down the brown glass, wetting his chin. Nick wiped at his face with the back of his bare arm. Letting out a deep breath, his nerves eased slightly.
By Alfred E. Pseudonym5 years ago in Horror
Black Widow
My love life is terrible. It seems everyone I meet these days is never interested. If we’re honest, I do not think I am a bad-looking girl, and I have a good head on my shoulders. I have a 9-5 job that pays my bills and a college degree, so what is so wrong with me? I have tried everything from dating apps to blind dates to even meeting random people in a bar. It just never seems to work out for me.
By Arianna Reyes5 years ago in Horror
The Old Wooden Bridge
Eleanor Evans was well known in town for her odd behavior, but she was known almost as well for the tall palomino horse she rode each day. Toby was beautiful cream-colored mount, with a thick mane and tail. His face always wore an expression of good-natured geniality, and the children in town fawned over him until their parents shooed them away from the woman. “Eerie Ellie” and Toby could be seen every day on the road to and from town. The two would start out in the high pastures, lit from behind by the bright morning light. They’d ride down the valley and join up with the main road, plodding along as the wagons rolled by, coating them in a fine layer of dust. Eventually they’d make it into town where Ellie would trade her goods for what she needed to get by; flour, cloth, cream. Ellie was something of a medicine woman. She’d gather and make her wares from the land around the cabin. Berries from along the roadside, mushrooms from deep in the forest. She had salves for burns, creams for rashes, and word was you could get other medicines with a darker purpose if you only had the coin. The townspeople were wary around her; they kept their distance, did their business with her when other means failed. Ellie and the folk mostly left each other alone, an unspoken agreement to live and let live. With the exception of the Burton Boys.
By Emily Gray5 years ago in Horror
Skateboard
'Damn it Golgorth!!' Marcus thinks. 'We had a deal!' The electric skateboard and skateboarder model Marcus had hired only yesterday, fly by the two men, Marcus can see Sheila, the skateboarder, looks panicked. She is frantically pressing the buttons on the remote control. Jared looks confused and guarded.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Horror
