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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.
Seven Again
Nothing holds back the dependability and stability of a man in his parallel dimension. I never call out, I never miss a day of hard work. The glimmer of light cast from my gold wedding band shines in my eyes, blinding me from true reality. Yes, I am a husband in the parallel universe. My face is soft under the general lighting, but underneath the scope, you’ll see the crows feet that walk around my eyes. Lines carved lightly from the laughs, the sudden surprises. The smile I flash to my brilliant wife. A woman whose daring nature brought her praise from colleagues and peers through the work of charity. Her smile is much more worn out from giving it to everyone. Her body tells two stories of new life. Feminine life created from myself and herself. We have a perfect life. Two adults, two children, who stay in their role. We have alarms, routine, love. Nothing exists in our home to diminish the order we’ve built. That alarm keeps blaring. Why is that alarm going off while my children are playing on their slip n slide? Their skin shining under a scorching sun, slick with water from the hose that waters our garden. That alarm is ruining their play time. They’re worried about being adults, having to wake up for work. Work?
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Horror
Paramind
It had started out simple enough. A flu shot. You don’t even have to go to the doctor to get one. Your local pharmacy hands them out like treats on Halloween, fully armed with little cherry lollipops for the faint of heart or children that are less than pleased with the prospect of getting a needle jammed in their arm. Unsuspecting families scurrying into the Walmart Supercenter with coupons and grocery lists in normal daily rituals, seduced by the ease of knocking everything out in the one-stop shop. That’s what it was about wasn’t it? Getting as much work done with as little effort as possible? Is this why sacrifices were made? Precise gave way to convenience? Precaution was overcome by availability? The screaming voices of demand outweighed the finality of consequence?
By Musing Around6 years ago in Horror
Running Round Red Mountain
A white-tailed deer drinks water from a pond in the middle of the forest. Suddenly, she snaps her head up, the silence that usually fills her home is broken by a strange humming sound. It spooks her, she dashes away from the pond and across a road home free to the other side. In the distance, a white van comes driving up the road. After about half a mile the van begins to slow down, coming to a stop. The driver cuts off the engine and the double doors in the back of the van swing open. A young woman emerges from inside; looking around, she takes a deep breath and hops out into the street. She then continues to scan the perimeter while walking up the road. Behind her, a large man exits the van from the passenger side, he grabs something out of the glove box and puts it over his head. The girl turns around to face her associate, who was adjusting the mask he had just put on. "This is it Henry, it's perfect," she said, clapping her hands together.
By Carlos Guerra6 years ago in Horror
KILLERS ANONYMOUS
I sat in the room, journal in hand. The air con was broken and it was exceedingly warm. It’s typical; we’re finally given good weather, and I was soon to be stuck in a room with five killers, who were coming for the new government initiative – Killers Anonymous. I sipped on my coffee from the Vendor. Disgusting stuff. I’m not sure why they couldn’t have a Nespresso Zenius. They’re only four-hundred pounds.
By Rebecca Smith6 years ago in Horror
The Zombie Hunt
After the initial attack, things at Shadowood calmed down. Lauren, however, wasn’t happy when she heard that Evan had left my side. In fact when I told her the story after getting back to the fieldhouse she slapped him. I remember Evan holding his hand to his reddening face, and I got the sense that even before the apocalypse, Evan wasn’t used to being hit.
By Matthew Donnellon6 years ago in Horror
The voice
She sat in the dark room staring blankly. Her hands shook and stung where the razor has sliced her. she didn't want this. She despiced her self, everytime that cursed razor marked her skin. she wanted someone to look and notice. To ask how she was or why she cried her self to sleep.
By Lonely Whale 6 years ago in Horror
Mother
Mother By Amanda Orive. There was a weight that had sat in her stomach for years. Some days it was heavier than on others, but most days, upon waking, it made itself known to her. It never went anywhere. In a way, she had known loyalty in it, though sickeningly. She longed for ignorance. “I still think about it sometimes.” Inhaling her cigarette, “I just don’t talk about it anymore.”
By Amanda Panda6 years ago in Horror
