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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 Hunted Mansion on the 67th street
Presentations Hi, my name is Elena, Elena Miller, I'm 17. I have emerald green eyes and I have very beautiful wavy pink hair. I dyed them on myself after my family died. I wanted to change my mind, I was sick of my hazel brown hair. I live with my best friend Amelia Collins, she has medium raven black hair and she has very beautiful ocean blue eyes, we could easily get lost. She is practically like my second sister. Our house is located in the countryside very close to the old mansion on 67th street. I don't know what's wrong with this establishment, and I'm not sure I want to know. Anyway, I'm more of a complicated and stubborn type of girl. I do what I want. From a young age, I have always convinced myself that ghosts do not exist, that they only live in the frightening stories children tell when they do not want to sleep. And I wanted at all costs to continue to believe it. Ghosts are not real. I am sure of it. These are just legends.
By Kittenkatsangel 235 years ago in Horror
Forbidden Magic
“Beatrice!” I heard the soft call of my hard-working mother. I clutch onto the gate staring out at the darkening sky. Heart pounding, I leap over the metal gate and dash across my father's cornfield. My mother's calls got louder, the corn cut my naked legs and arms.
By Claire Shenk5 years ago in Horror
HOBO Kyle - chapter 6
The storm blew hard. Gusts of water and forest debris scattered into and throughout the night. Wind sent the rain in every direction, but down. Crashes of thunder punctuated the symphony of creaking trees, breaking branches, and rain lashing against the leaves.
By Matt Holmes5 years ago in Horror
An Evening's Drink
An Evening's Drink I knew I wouldn't be decent until the evening. He’d pestered me, “let me treat you to dinner,” but I told him, “another time, maybe.” He seemed disheartened, but his mood, or at least the mood of his messages, perked up when I invited him over for an evening drink.
By The Messenger Magpie5 years ago in Horror
Chapter 1: Forest
The breeze was creaking through the house with the bay window wide open. The sun was shining creating this glimmer throughout the heavy waves turning the darker sides of the water to light clear green undertones. The breeze and the waves created music throughout that woke up Alex from her afternoon nap. Her eyes opened and her pupils dilated when she realized the music had stopped and there was complete silence. Silence? Where’s mom? Where’s dad? She thought.
By Alexandria Solorzano5 years ago in Horror
Aoife McConn & the Mysterious Moths
It was a bitter autumn night in the country and I - aspiring author, Aoife McConn - was spending it in the most inconvenient and not-so-cosy way - hauling bags of groceries up the hill in the dark, drenched up to be knees in mud. SIght was a luxury i didn’t have. The world was encased in a blanket of black, a deep eldritch void that many hid from within their homes and luckily for me, there were no lampposts anywhere near my house (gotta love rurality).
By Chloe Martin5 years ago in Horror
Holly Berries
20th December 1872. Dearest Diary, If you’ve never been treated to sweet melodies of last night's supper splattering against a tin bath first thing on a Friday morning, don’t waste your sorrows on feeling left out - i can assure you that it’s not at all fun.
By Chloe Martin5 years ago in Horror
The Entity
Introduction To anyone reading this right now, listen up. My name is Max. I’m thirty-one years old and I live in the south of England. I don’t think I have much time, so I am going to tell my story on this forum. This is going to be extremely hard to write and I may end up breaking down in the process. But I need to warn you. You can believe me if you want or don’t, I don’t care anymore. Just heed my warning should any of these things happen to you, RUN!
By Matt Horror5 years ago in Horror
