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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.
Vile Deeds
A ray of sunlight snakes through long, vertical blinds, finding rest on Johnny Malone’s pale face. His eyelids flutter, but when he inadvertently moves his head, bright light catches him full-on. Groaning, he rolls over, squeezing the lids tightly shut.
By Suzie Wargo Lockhart6 years ago in Horror
Sh*t in One Hand & Wish in the Other
HOUR TWENTYONE Luck is a meaningless four-letter word that builds empty hope on broken promises and forgotten wishes. No, I do not believe in luck anymore, and I’m a better human being for it! I seem to be getting ahead of myself a bit here, though. Let me take a few steps back and catch you up to speed on the events which took place just prior to my current position.
By RandomTaterTots6 years ago in Horror
Identical Imposter
Traci opens the front door to her twin sisters one bedroom lavish penthouse, she stands there while scanning the place, then hesitantly walks in closing the door behind her. She takes a few more steps entering into the living room adjacent to the kitchen. She proceeds to walk over to the drapes which are covering the beautiful floor to ceiling windows with a view of Downtowns best skyscrapers. She opens the drapes wide, brightening the entire penthouse. Traci looks out at the view for a few moments when she’s startled out of her daydream by her cell phone ringing. She goes for her pocket to fetch her phone.
By Alexis Louise6 years ago in Horror
Hooter
I have worked many night shift jobs driven down many roads at night and encountered many animals in the road, in my 38 years of driving; turtles, snakes, deer, cows, even horses being ridden at night. I have even totaled vehicles hitting them. Nothing I have encountered or hit in the road, had prepared me to even fathom what I saw this night. Driving into work on a long, winding 2-lane road as I regularly do around 9:30pm, I see something in the middle of the road ahead. At first, it's merely a dark lump in the distance, and I assume it's just a small animal that was previously hit and left there.
By Michael Hunt6 years ago in Horror
Abduction
Only two days have passed as I wander around the common area, seeing the meatheads wasting time with the two nurses at the station. There's an ache in my legs that I am ignoring as I walk my usual path around the common area, only occasionally looking up at the television on the wall. Like everyone, I am in my hospital-style pants and scrub-style shirt. We stick out like sore thumbs, our patient uniforms being such a dim mix of blues and whites. It's almost farcical, how much this place reminds me of the stereotypical television show-styled mental ward. A few of the patients here still wear their robes, never taking them off as far as I can tell. Edward, the chess player, appears to sleep in his and then get directly back to chess after his morning coffee and bagel. None of us notice much about Edward, other than his dingy robe and the odor coming from it. I have long since grown accustomed to not seeing his morning coffee, his bagel or his chess partner. So have the rest of the staff and patients, so I'm not alone.
By Jason Morton6 years ago in Horror
Into the dark
I have no memory before this exact moment. My eyes wince at the intense brightness and attempt to adjust. I feel the sensation of cold and look down. Bare feet stand on the tiled floor. Before me is a brushed metal counter, no, more like a long shallow trough. A series of faucets are set above it. Above that is a mirror that runs the length of this room. I look into it and see nothing I recognize looking back at me. A stranger’s face, a stranger’s eyes, reflect someone gaunt, tired, miserable. Those eyes are bloodshot and red-rimmed. I raise a thin hand to feel hot swollen cheeks damp from tears, I think. My body is wearing some loose coarse woven long shift. It is plain, off-white, and shapeless. Upon my head is lightly pinned some near-transparent pale iridescent scarf. It’s so insubstantial that the pins seem to barely hold it to my hair. It might float away on its own if not anchored. This scrutiny does not help me understand who I am or why I am here.
By J. Greenfield 6 years ago in Horror
The Nymph
I stared up at the bright Moon, wondering what it must be like to be so far away from the cold, clutching embrace of the water. Up there in the vast empty sky, she must be so free, unlike me, confined to this tank. I’ve been trapped here against my will for about 40 years now. I watched the human who trapped me grow old and weary. His once handsome face now scarred deeply with the telltale signs of ageing. He was going to die, I could see the dark tendrils of Death wrap around his body. But they were invisible to the eyes of mortals. I took some solace in this knowledge, that any day now he would drop dead and succumb to the fate that awaited all mortals. Maybe then I’ll be able to return to my sisters.
By Shinissa Kaur6 years ago in Horror
Tumble Dry Low
Disappointment poured over Dalton when the walls finally stopped melting. The hit of White Dove blotter had been sold to him with the same words he’d heard every other time he’d bought acid - the “standard acid warning” the dealers gave him. “You’ve done acid before, right?” they’d ask, as if they wouldn’t sell it to him unless he had previous experience. After his affirmative nod they’d add, “Ok, now only do half of this at a time.” Then they’d hand it over, usually a small square of blotter with some inventive pattern printed on it, or a brightly colored micropill, like the nitros his grandfather used to take, but in neon shades.
By Mike Oakwood6 years ago in Horror
