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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.
Ebay Power Seller
~ Ebay Power Seller ~ Roger had been an avid Ebay seller for over five years, but there came a time when he ran out of items to list, and prospects of finding new items grew dim. One day, while idly searching Ebay listings, he came upon human skulls being offered, and saw that they were getting $850 to $1,200 each.
By Dan Tompsett6 years ago in Horror
Fall of The Wrathful Dragon
Waking up, a man comes too, he looks around and sees the red sky, the sounds of screams and destruction from every direction. He pushes off debris that lay on top of him and stand up, almost falling back down. He looks around some more and wobbles his way towards a building yet to collapse and falls to the ground. He crawls over to a nearby wall and pulls out a med pack so he can fix himself up a bit. As he tends to his wounds, he remembers what lead to him getting knocked out, how everything happened.
By Rafael Oliveras6 years ago in Horror
A Greater Love
“What a mess,” He sighed, crimson stains collecting on the black leather of his shoes as he walked through the room. The man traced his fingers alongside the bedside table, leaning over to blow out a candle. The smoke wisped up and curled aimlessly in the air. He sauntered around the room, sidestepping the prone figure sprawled on the ground, his eyes fixed on the trembling woman in the corner of the room.
By Justina Jude6 years ago in Horror
Devil’s Deal
February 17th, 1842. A distant clatter woke him in the dead of the night. He held his breath and thought, this is it, this is the end. Reluctantly he opened his eyes and adjusted to the shadows around him. He lay in his warm bed, surrounded by his lavish belongings… the ones he had traded his soul for. It had been so easy when he was sleeping on the dirty streets surrounded by horse manure and begging for food. Those gray days ten years prior made him long for sweet, sweet death. He did not regret his decision at the time; he’d end up dead anyway. Overnight he had a job and reputation. He had gained a station in society and money started pouring in faster than he could spend it. He hired the help to clean and cook for him, to clean his clothes and dress him. He had a room just for the tub in which he bathed in warm water and the mansion he called home.
By Michelle Julio6 years ago in Horror
The Cost of Freedom
The frame cracked the air after Jeremiah whipped the restroom door shut; enough to resonate throughout the house. Yet it was still drowned out by the incessant whirlwind that was the howling of his parents. Dad was at fault this time - he caused a fender bender last night in the downpour causing Mom to be profane over the cost of repairs coming out of the Christmas budget. The fight went beyond naughty, not that they should be rewarded with coal. A spark from them would reduce the house to a smoldering pit. Jeremiah’s anxiety paralyzed him as he worried about unrelated things to escape the noise. Unknowingly gripping the handles of the sink in front of the mirror, his makeup melted from a joyful mime to a flustered sideshow clown from a combination of the steam rising and the sweat raining. The costume felt ruined, he stood calculating for longer than he should have. Even worse, the overflow snuck its way to his weathered black journal. Jeremiah desperately slapped it to the floor to prevent further soaking because inside was Jeremiah’s golden ticket.
By Mario Carrillo6 years ago in Horror
The Lights That Bind
Their new house was all glass on the side facing the forest. In the daylight, they could stand and watch the lanky pines sway in the wind and the sun peek out over them in splintered rays. At night, with the interior lights on, the glass became like an inquisition room. Elizabeth’s little family was on display like fish in a tank as they ate dinner, argued over the dishes, sat in the living room together. The wall became a shadowbox displaying her son Ben scrolling on his phone, rolling his eyes when she asked what he was laughing at on the screen as though letting her in on the joke was an immense inconvenience.
By Alexandra Hubbell6 years ago in Horror
