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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.
Blood and Bond
It had been one month since their grandmother died. Jeanine felt anxious about moving back to her childhood home with her sister Carrie, they hadn't spoken in six years. Not even at the funeral. She wondered why Carrie was even in the Will. As Jeanine's hand hovered over the front doorknob she took a deep breath. She could hear music blaring inside. Carrie was already there. "Damn" she thought. "Not even time to settle in peace". She opened the door and saw that the house was filthy. Carrie dropped her bag at the stairs and followed the music to her sister’s room. She knocks on the door. The music stops and her sister opens the door. "Well I guess the fun is over." Jeanine sighs. "Do you even want to be here? Look at this place...how long have you been here? You didn't even bother to clean up?" Carrie rolls her eyes and falls back onto her old bed. Dust comes up and she starts to cough. "Ok you have a point...but I only got here only 40 minutes ago....We're gonna sell the place anyway right? Who cares what it looks like now." Carrie lights a joint. Jeanine scoffs. "Unfucking believable. You're still the same. We're not selling the house. Even if we wanted to, look at the state it's in! I should have known you were after money! This is all that we have left of Grandma!!!" Carrie answers coldly "So?" In disbelief Jeanine walks up to Carrie and slaps her before heading for the door. Carrie pushes Jeanine down and they start fighting. In the rustle they both fall down the stairs. They get up, and they go their rooms in silence. After Jeanine patches herself up, she changes the sheets and goes to bed. She cries herself to sleep. The next Morning she wakes up still feeling tired.
By Adelle Moonstar6 years ago in Horror
One Misty Morning
The echoes of our footsteps were swallowed by the dense fog of the early morning air. I snuggled my head into my oversized hoodie, away from the chill, as we trudged down the empty sidewalks of our neighborhood. I was still groggy, and perhaps a bit grumpy, from getting up so early. I did love this time of morning, but my friend’s chatter was ruining the muffled silence I was trying to enjoy.
By Randall C Stephens 6 years ago in Horror
A Warrior's Redemption
I wanted to die. The pain of losing her permeated every part of my being. Each day became more melancholy than the one before it and the thought of enduring this pain seemed to be as far from me as she was. I constantly wondered why she was taken from me and why I was left to bear the burden and shame of not being able to save her from the demon who was hunting me. She was my daughter. It was her that I was supposed to protect, however, in the one moment that I was weak she tried to protect me and paid my ransom with her life.
By DuWayne Holiday6 years ago in Horror
Open at your own risk
Open at your own risk We see Martha putting on her work apron. She gets in her car that barely even starts anymore. She waves goodbye to her daughter Amanda who is watching her leave from the window. Martha gets to work and she sits in her car thinking about her life before going in.
By Juan Martinez6 years ago in Horror
The Price
It was one cold day when two boys, Shawn and Aaron, were running in the halls of the nursing home, Sherwood Oaks Nursing Home, their mom, Mary, worked at. They were told not to enter room 102 due to the old man, Gerald, in that room was very eccentric and senile. Today, they decided to enter the room.
By Michael Keck6 years ago in Horror
Drawn By The Waterfall
Jeremiah sat in his study, alone, without any music. He had a collection, but he had not listened to it in years. Drawn by the waterfall, he looked at his mantle. The framed photograph depicted him by a waterfall. His past self, his beard less gray than it was in the present, standing on the far-left side of the photo. His wife stood on the far-right side. There was so much space between them. He knew what was between them…
By Steven Shinder6 years ago in Horror
Absconded Sanity
In her hands, there was a little black book. It had scars etched into its cover. The corners were worn. Its pages were unruly, yellow, and curled against each other as if in conflict. The woman could relate. She had been twisted out of shape by those pages. What this book had done might be quantifiable by some, but its full significance would not be known until both she and it had long since become dust.
By J. Greenfield 6 years ago in Horror
Sam I Am
I sat in my den staring at that book, that little black book, for what seemed like days! I wanted to open it so bad but something in me kept telling me it was wasn't right! I kept wondering what it was, was it a journal, was it someone's conquests, or was it simply just a little black book with nothing written in it! I think I looked at the clock over a hundred times before I finally even read what it said on the front of the book. I remember it so vividly, "Sam's Book", that's it nothing more just "Sam's Book". Who was Sam I wondered? I couldn't take it anymore, so I opened it to the first page where within just the first few words my mouth dropped, and I was stuck!
By Chrystal Holdren6 years ago in Horror
Air
I awoke in a cold sweat, gasping for air. The sunlight filtering through the thin curtains, pulling me from the confines of my dream and cementing me to reality. I had hoped that purging myself of more than half my belongings and moving to a tiny house in the middle of nowhere could help me get some distance from the dreams. As if clearing my life would in turn clear my head and keep me from being tormented by my own mind. Unfortunately, it seemed almost like the dreams were getting worse…
By Theron Wilson6 years ago in Horror
