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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.
Family Portrait
Family Portrait By Amanda Orive. Falling. Falling without gravity. Darkness and suffocation. That was what she had known, until she landed. Lies! So many smiles, trapped in two dimensions. All of her became solidified in a moment, growing and shrinking at once; the pain was rupturing. As her face smacked on the oak floor she felt, suddenly, more than she ever had. In that moment, she realized that she had never felt anything prior.
By Amanda Panda6 years ago in Horror
Stuck in Between
They say everyone prays before they die. Although, I never got the chance to, my last breath was taken from me before I knew what was even happening. I had been sick for the first weeks of snowfall. Days would go by and I wouldn’t wake up. All the days seemed to collide together during these dark times. I was getting thin, too thin to be healthy anymore. I could see my rib cage bones; they were sticking out farther than they usually would or even should. A week had gone by and my family had only seen me awake, maybe three times.
By Jacquilyn Talavera6 years ago in Horror
The Doll Maker
In Finn Brooke the sky was always blue and the sun was always shining. A light breeze would blow through the town about midday, cooling the faces of the 325 people who lived there. The word ‘small’ didn’t even come close to describing this town or the people in it. In reality, everyone here was big, and if you tried hard enough you could even touch the sky.
By Haley Benson 6 years ago in Horror
Three Visits at Midnight
I awoke that night to the sound of furious hammering. My brain, dragging itself from sleep. struggled to place the noise. It was a drum. It was a rifle discharging. It was the walls of the house falling down around me. I opened my eyes.
By Justin Cawthorne6 years ago in Horror
The Belsnickel. Top Story - December 2019.
1. Mary Alice Sherwood disappeared on Halloween night. Every bit of her, right down to her crooked bunny ears and the powder puff tail pinned to her white coat, was swallowed by the chilly, bonfire-smoky dark of the Woodside suburb in which she lived. She was eight years old, trick-or-treating with her peers in her safe neighborhood under the admittedly relaxed supervision of a young sitter, and she was never seen again. The respectable, upwardly mobile households of Woodside shrank in upon themselves in shock and disbelief for a time, neighborhood watches became vigilant once again, and children were confined to their yards where parental eyes could fall upon them at any moment. Now, as Christmas approached, holiday furor and excitement displaced the sharpest spur of fear, and the Sherwoods’ tragedy had faded a bit from the forefront of neighborhood conversations. After all, no one really knew them very well. They kept to themselves, in the cul-de-sac of Hemlock Circle, where their only neighbor was an empty house for sale. The search continued for little Mary Alice, the police patrol car still made its rounds several times a day, and the residents of Woodside would have gathered in sympathy around the Sherwoods had they been welcome. They were not.
By Liz Zimmers6 years ago in Horror
The Hunted
Supernaturals are being hunted down by hunters that can temporarily take the powers of those they hunt, allowing them to further hunt down more. Making them the ultimate killing machines. As the killings continue they gain more knowledge on attracting and killing supernaturals. 25 years have past since they've started and the supernaturals have started to fight back trying to regain their freedom and to preserve their kind.
By Marcus Chee6 years ago in Horror
Slayer Savvy
Name's Sascha. I'm not as well-known as the male resistors. Yes, we're all made and resist the strain itself. We rebirth into our next lives with no memory of being made, but a strong sense of duty to our last left purpose as we died. We can't remember that unless we Awaken, which is the process of remembering all our lives. I'm reborn from Ileana, not Illona, Jusztina Szilagyi Tepes.
By Alexandra F6 years ago in Horror
