Horror

The Stairs in the Woods
Avoiding stairs had become so natural that when Jason’s girlfriend moved into the third floor of a ten story building, he only used the elevator. He didn’t even know where the stairwell was until one day him and his girlfriend came inside to find the elevator out of order.
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Fiction
The Stairs in the Woods
Jason didn’t really know why Dad was so mad about his younger sister, Karen, insisting on wearing a boys bathing suit. Instead of listening to Mom and Dad fight about it as they built the tent, Jason led Karen down a trail into the woods. They had been coming to Algonquin Park every summer, even before Jason was born his mother had told him. More than ten years.
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Fiction
The Snatcher
It appears at your doorstep, with no name and no return address. A package. Sometimes it’s small, the size of a jewelry box. Sometimes it’s big enough to hold a new stove. It’s suspiciously plain, just a box wrapped in brown paper. You didn’t order anything. This box doesn’t carry your name. It just sits at your doorstep, blocking your escape.
By Drake5 years ago in Fiction
Sharkade
Lights flickered in and out of life at the old Branwich Pier. An often-overlooked seaside destination, Branwich prided itself for unusually flat terrain and ocean views that reached out to infinity. Its beach wasn’t exactly award-winning and the water wasn’t that magical transparent blue some beaches impossibly had, but those who lived there and those who dared to go there knew there was no other place on the coast like it.
By CJ Francis5 years ago in Fiction
The Horrors of Faith
“Run Bishop, it makes no difference to me. I will still get my feast before the night is over.” The evil voice called, echoing down the cavernous corridors of the cathedral.
By Sam Averre 5 years ago in Fiction
Trophies
Joshua never liked mail as a kid. It often disrupted his household, the mail slipping through the slot in the middle of the day would rile the dogs up. Sending them into a barking flurry of fur and claws scrambling towards the door. As he got older, it turned to his younger siblings trying to get to the door before he did, ripping at the papers like they were some presents that needed to be opened.
By Meghan Fosenburg5 years ago in Fiction
The Buzzing...
I feel the ticking inside my head, but I try to tap my skull to make the sound cease. I can’t let people know I’m different, especially not in the middle of the very busy waiting room. I have to be calm… even if my skin feels like it is trying to peel right off of me. The buzzing is back… shit. I thought we got rid of that one.
By Mycheille Norvell5 years ago in Fiction
Roar Beneath the Race Track
I am more than the rotten and gored planks. What has decided to settle upon me, is garish. What once was mother rain, dusted with flecks of the sun and brilliance of the scarred moon, is salted anguish. I have no people, no ownership and no method of control, I simply am. The thoughts and wills of a millennium, those that forged, survived, thrived, and died, established my own will and consciousness. I am the land, the dew and all that trails forever in the minds of my own being.
By Giovani saldana5 years ago in Fiction
The Crow Named Joe
NEW CUSTOMER Vomit is a portly man in his mid-forties wearing an old Sex Pistols T-shirt and browsing through the chips section of the local Grab-N-Go. He has a shaved head, curly mustache, and pointy beard which makes him look like a retired supervillain.
By Lucifer Divinitas5 years ago in Fiction
The Zombie Apocalypse Light Show
I’ve been soaking my achy body in a hot bath for the last half hour. Jared had it ready for me when I finally got out of the car, which makes me feel guilty for snapping at him, but also grateful that he was so thoughtful. I hear a soft knock on the door.
By Taylor Ellwood5 years ago in Fiction
Monster
It feasted upon every beautiful thing. Monsters often do. Ridding the world of its niceties, stealing the good away from the light.
By Taylor M Welch5 years ago in Fiction
Happy Birthday Girls
‘Sandra?’ Millie called from the bathroom, ‘someone’s at the door.’ She waited but the knocking continued. ‘Sandra!’ ‘Okay, okay,’ she said.
By Karen Eastland 5 years ago in Fiction