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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.
A Promotion and a Dream
Christopher perused the morning paper absent mindedly, reading the words but not fully processing them. It was the usual; a local police officer was in trouble for repeatedly using excessive force, but would probably get a slap on the wrist, astronomers had been tracking a new object in space, the person responsible for a string of car thefts had been caught, something trendy and cringeworthy was happening downtown this weekend, and he couldn’t care less about any of it. Not today especially, today was his first day as partner at the firm. It had taken a long time, but he was glad he held out. Christopher was nearing forty, short, stocky, with a round face and glasses. His black hair was cut relatively short and had started to recede a little more each day. He was a nervous, sweaty, anxious man, and he was a good attorney who could have been great if it weren’t for his major lack of confidence. At the office he was well liked but usually overlooked. The same could be said about his love life as well, he had been married once to a man named Jasper who was looking for far more adventure than Christopher could give him. It had been a long time since he started working at Mitchell & Perez, but now, he was a partner, and he couldn’t be bothered with anything else.
By Mark Leasure6 years ago in Horror
THE MISSING PIECE
“You know, you shouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you sweat.” I turned to face the unfamiliar voice that spoke out to me. It was a young blonde haired woman with piercing blue eyes. Her hair hung in a long single braid over her black floor length gown. “Oh no, I’m fine. I’m just in my head is all.” In truth, my anxiety had been eating away at me the whole night.
By Christopher L.P.6 years ago in Horror
It can’t see me if I can’t see it
A tuna drifted past the window, flicking its tail lazily as it did. Leaning forward, James touched the glass gingerly. It was still hard to believe it wouldn’t shatter, and he found staring out into the ocean as unnerving as he did exhilarating.
By Elle Juliette 6 years ago in Horror
Be Careful What You Wish For
Ethan Salem was just your average, normal boy… or so he thought before he found that black notebook. Nothing was “normal” thereafter. However, prior to discovering the blasted thing, his life was not that unusual. He was the only child of a very devoted and loving single mother and the star quarterback of his high school football team. His mother worked two jobs to help provide for her son and she showered him with all the love and support that a mother could. Ethan was not in the least bit ungrateful for her sacrifice. In fact, it was his greatest wish to someday be able to provide for her so that she never had to work another day of her life.
By Amber Olson6 years ago in Horror
Fellow Traveller
It was the scratching of the nib that woke me. Not the jolting of the carriage as the train shunted back over rail and into siding; not the puffing of engine nor the hissing of steam in the frigid night; not the opening of the compartment door as passengers came and went in the half light; nor the shouts, heavy with consonants, of the signalmen outside, making their way, breathing smoke, through the snow alongside the rails. All of these I vaguely perceived in the shadows of my slumbers.
By Dan Prichard6 years ago in Horror
A Guide to Successful Deterioration
A Guide to Successful Deterioration By: C.F. Costa It was just another average day thought Malachi laying back in his bed as the clock struck 2 and the world was beautiful, dark and peaceful around him. Now please do not start thinking this is the start of some revised ancient fairy tale where the main characters life will suddenly change for the better after some impossible set of actions go off well impossibly perfectly... it isn't.
By Chris Costa6 years ago in Horror
The Long Night
I’m running down a dark hall. It’s so hard to breathe. I’m suffocating on air that reeks of death and decay. My lungs fill with the stench, and I collapse to the ground. I extend my hands out reaching for something, anything. What is that that I feel? A corpse! No, Corpses, a mountain of them! I beg for God to save me, but there is no answer. Just a light in the distance that I will never reach…
By Justice Wakefield 6 years ago in Horror
The Black Book
There are things in this world, hidden from mass consciousness, secrets withheld, completely unknown to most all, possibilities that shatter common perception of reality, fact being portrayed as a work of fiction. I always knew better than to be satisfied with the world as it was presented to me, and my belief in so much more was stamped in reality, after I came to find the little black book.
By Eloisa Margarita Soto6 years ago in Horror
