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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 Funeral Home
The movie was quite enjoyable. The guys headed home for the evening. George was now driving his new van. Irene was with them. They stopped by a pool parlor for a quick game. When they were done, they headed home for good. They decided this time, not to go to the cemetery. They had enough of cemeteries for the evening. Besides, it was nearly two in the morning. There should be no activity anywhere.
By Maurice Bernier8 years ago in Horror
My Friend Z, the Demon
It was 3 am. I had just gotten into bed after a night of scary movies and junk food I already regretted eating. A shower was of no interest to me at this time but I felt gross and hopped in away. The hot water burning my skin felt better than anything. I stayed there for awhile, enjoying the warmth until it was so hot in the restroom that I felt dizzy. I laughed at myself and got out slowly. Getting into my sweatpants and a cropped sweater I made my way to the bedroom, a towel still wrapped around my head holding the birds' nest that was my hair.
By Fenix Grace8 years ago in Horror
Prey For Me Pt. 5
The sun sliced into the night sky with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. Slowly, the clouds turned from a bruised purple to warm orange, as blades of golden light cut across the sky. Skeagan had slept fitfully through the night, after Aaliyah took him home. He was up before dawn, ready to move forward in the search for his brother. He watched the sky changing from his perch on the branch of a pine tree. The thick, green branches hid him from the mortals below.
By Stephen Biller8 years ago in Horror
An Unwelcome Guest
I have changed names to protect this family's privacy as requested. We will call them The Millers. Anna grew up on the Sunshine Coast, on what is still called Reed road back then, it was still largely wild. On the left side there were rows of freshly built houses. Behind those houses stood untouched forest entwined in rows of tall intrusive power lines. The other side of the street was much the same.
By MoriaCavandish8 years ago in Horror
The Shriek. Top Story - March 2018.
I was sound asleep when I heard it. Underneath my blanket, my ears heightened to a state to where I could hear the drop of a pin a mile away. I wanted to get up but my body wouldn't allow me. I was stiff with fear. What could make such a sound? I couldn't imagine it out of a human or any wildlife nearby. It occurred again, only closer. My body came out of its stiffness, allowing me to get out of the bed. I dashed to the window, opening it all the way. I poked my body out and looked up and down the dark mountain beyond the trees. I waited a minute to hear the shriek again to detect its direction. It didn't come. I closed the window. Even though I didn't know what is was, I changed into my hunting gear and equipped myself with my rifle and handgun.
By Emily Ericson8 years ago in Horror
Turned
The entirety of nature in the hands of a simple librarian, an average everyday fellow. He would wake up, shake himself to get the body stirring and brain juices flowing, grab his dream journal and write down the experiences of the night. This was his every morning—same wake-up time, same cup of coffee—the drive to work, recognizing the uniform drivers and traffic, thinking the same things he always did.
By VillainousTitan8 years ago in Horror
Fun Gone Awry
Dear Journal, As I write this, the walls in this cell feel like it's closing in on me. I am just not used to living in such tight quarters. A prisoner across from my jail cell is swaying side to side, saying things like she is going to rip my throat out with a spoon, then shit in its hole. Another one laughs. She is in the cell next to mine. I hear her whispering loud enough that only I can hear her. She says, "I will do much worse, you cunt. I will pull out each hair on your head so slowly, you will beg for death. Then I will turn you inside out from your pussy." I've had similar things said to me. My reputation has slowly grown over the last three months, each person only seeing what they want to see and not what I want them to hear. I know that I deserve to be here. I have thought about it since these doors shut the first day. It haunts my dreams each night and sets the mood for my days here. I see a counselor weekly to talk about the trauma. It's helping, but at the same time it's not. My counselor says that I should write it all down. She said that if I did that, I might be able to come to grips with it, maybe even forgive myself. So, here it goes...
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Horror
