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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 Conjuring of Platelette;
The Conjuring of Platelette A Damascus bladed knife, long ago folded upon itself over seven million times in a sacred forge, tumbles end over end across a vast kitchen towards an industrial freezer. The surgically sharp blade parts the air before it in a deafening crack, thwapping deeply into thick steel with a heavy, thudding, skint. Through neither the sonic boom, nor the vulgar penetration following it, did one single molecule of the blade yield by the distance of even one micrometer. As the blade pierced solid metal, the silver pommel of the knife's rosewood handle was given a sharp boost at the tail end of the deafening cry that sailed across the room with it: a string of violent syllables, “WHERE IS MY LAMB SAUCE!?”
By Yaqob Uriel Dysnomia5 years ago in Horror
The first date
I arrive at my sister's house for her birthday, I can already hear her music from a half mile away. She’s turning thirty and of course she's gotta go all out for it. I'm ready for some fun, I suppose but i don't know any of her friends. Hopefully it won't turn into me standing alone all night while she gallivanting through the party. She greets me with a squeal and a hug, looking like she's already had about four drinks tonight. I’m equally excited to see her but anxious about all the people, I try to keep it off my mind so she can enjoy my company. I scan the room, looking for someone else I know, that way I can mingle back if Ashley drifts off. Ashley pulls me to the side, to whisper to me quickly she says there is someone new she works with that she wants me to meet.. I look at her in disbelief, surprised at the thought of her trying to set me up. It’s been a while since I’ve gone on a date, but i didn't think it was long enough that my older sister would fix me up with someone. Curious, I ask about the person and she shows me his social media account and I decide to send a message, I mean why not? I try to be patient and wait for a reply, and spend the rest of my night chasing after my sister.
By Autumn Lawson5 years ago in Horror
Principle
Taking a step back into what I thought was nothing but a dream fell behind the wall as it too moved and tried to reach out for me. Alone I stood like an itinerant looking for a new place to lay my head. Staring off into the distance scared and knowing that my end was inevitable. She stepped closer. I took in a breath and as the wall reached its boiled arms filled with oil around me, pulling me into itself. Here now I stand on the outskirts of somewhere that I do not know. Blasphemous!
By William L. Truax III5 years ago in Horror
Can You Hear Me
Part 3.1 The marching commenced across the bridge and unto the grassy area near the fishing hut where we stopped and looked around. There was a massive amount of us and seemed to be extending a few miles deep across the bridge and beyond. Night embraced us and none feared it, not even the boys who normally are, but they stood there as the gargoyles hung staring down, they stood their ground and looked forward unto me.
By William L. Truax III5 years ago in Horror
Glow Like Stars
I remember it like it was yesterday. The Explore Mars Initiative Team (E.M.I.T.) returned from their eighteen month explorative journey. Reports about their mission were kept quiet after the third month into their return trip; no one knew why. It wasn’t until they landed, that even the International Council for Extra Terrestrial Exploration and Adaptation (I.C.E.T.E.A.) knew what happened. By then it was too late. I could expand on the should’of, could’of, would’of scenarios, but I won’t. That won’t change anything now. I could tell you how panicked everyone was, how angry the world became about the decisions that were made, but that does nothing to help anyone right now. Right now I’m telling you our story, to preserve history I suppose, to tell you how we did it; how we survived.
By Amy Lynn Jenkins5 years ago in Horror
Principle
I sat alone in a cold darkened room, it was full of cobwebs and mildew, possibly mold in certain spots, but I didn’t care. My mind was blank; I needed time, time to think… time to get these memories from my mind. The memories of my daughter dancing in the woods with others, was it real? That’s something that I have to deal with, those thoughts, how could she? What is she? How of seventeen years is she leaving me and God’s eye for some DEVIL?
By William L. Truax III5 years ago in Horror
In Two
This was a difficult night for Shawna, probably the worst one she had in a long time. She reminded herself to breathe in slow, deliberately timed breaths yet her hand still shook as she poured the hot water into the cup with the teabag. She knew she would not fall asleep again, so to the couch she went to sit. That was all she wanted to do; just sit in the stillness and quiet for as long as she could. Katie was gone for the night, Shawna was sure of it.
By Amy Lynn Jenkins5 years ago in Horror
Between the blue Devil and the red Sea
The legend has been told many times to young kids by their older relatives all around the greater Bengal. Earliest accounts of the legend itself goes back to the writings of the great Turkish General Ikhtiyar Uddin Muhammad bin Bakhtiyar Khilji. Since then the story has been told to many, which has led to many different versions of it arising. This is an attempt to publish the most accurate version of the legend, the version that most likely is true to its original source.
By Syed Arabi Khalique5 years ago in Horror
Two Sentence Horrors Volume 6
Two Sentence Horrors Volume 6 By Mark J. Wilcoxen 251. I did my best to ignore the knocking sound like my parents told me too. "Now if the pallbearers will take their position," stated the pastor; causing the knocking from inside the coffin to become more insistent.
By Mark J. Wilcoxen 5 years ago in Horror
