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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.
That Pain in My Knee
I could sit this way forever. My knees bent into an angle of pain as they hugged my chest. I wrap my arms around them and hold them close. The melanin in my face absorbs the sun as it beats down on me. I am thankful for the ocean's mist that dabs onto my skin, cooling it from the sun. Staring at the waves is the only moment of stillness. I’ve lived here on the Mariana Island’s for 12 years now. I’ve seen so many women come and go, but I remain. I have no permission to be here ever, I am always to stay indoors, obey and work. The ego that lives inside of me, that fire that tried to bite, kick and kill those three men who brought me here, still exists. I never changed. I never fell in love with these men, the regulars that visit me or the traveling perverts who come to see us. When I close my eyes at night, I imagine San Diego again, what my older twin brothers look like now. I wonder if the Krispy Kreme donut shop is still around the corner from my house. At 10 years old, my mom got breast cancer and then I went missing. I dream that she is still alive, not burdened by cancer or worrying about me. She doesn’t need to worry about me because I am adaptable. I adapted to the world I grew up in and the world I know now. I always imagine my mother happy and healthy.
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Horror
The Bright Sunlight
They stood askance. Bright purples and deep oranges speckled their faces. In the bright sunlight, the masked figures kept their hands behind their backs as if in parade rest. There stood ten of them. The wind blew the blue hair of some of the masked people standing in the Newark, Delaware corporate office complex. The vast majority of employees had left for home early this day as the company, Terry Capital, recognized Halloween as a sacred holiday. Betina Ossley walked with a stride that said purpose. As the CEO of her company she walked out last from the office. She stepped right into the standoff of the ten costumes that stood about like a copse of ill-planted evergreens. Her gait began to quicken as she saw that the rest of the parking lost remained vacant.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Horror
Paint by Kelly Ganson
CUTHBERT STILES stood upright, taking in the smell of iron. As he breathed in that metallic scent, he sighed with satisfaction. A slow smile spread across his face as he admired the room, painted in that beautiful shade of red. A color so loved. Another happy sigh sounded as he passed to the bathroom, completely oblivious to stickiness under foot.
By Kelly Ganson6 years ago in Horror
Payne of the Bites (Pt. 7)
"Deep underground, the underground facility's ceiling security camera monitors every move of the two killer beings' fight. The perpetrators of the improvised incident are now watching in silence. The advanced teleportation technology worked better than the scientist predicted, attracting even more attention. To bring the elemental to the ground, the assassin hybrid used advanced grappling techniques. The battle between the two is fierce. One with far superior speed and agility to the others, as well as magnificent shape shifting abilities. The battle also appeared to destroy and damage scientific equipment and infrastructure."
By LUiS Wrote THiS UNiVERSE6 years ago in Horror
If You Love Me...
"Do you love me?" The girl coyly nods. "Of course, I do." "I know it's only been three months, but I already feel like we're so connected," the boy says, planting a kiss on her forehead as they lay in the grass and night gathers itself around them. "I just love everything about you and how you are with me. How you treat me. I've never had someone like you. I really appreciate you."
By S. L. McGee6 years ago in Horror
Seeing Death by Kelly Ganson
Seeing Death by Kelly Ganson IT began with Death. He watched as the violent storm approached. The swirling, black clouds let their sparks of lightning fly as they funneled about. A macabre silence enveloped the area as the storm built up for its attack.
By Kelly Ganson6 years ago in Horror
The Creators
It was a meeting of the minds of sorts, considering the fact that they were brains who grew so powerful they no longer needed the confines of the body. Once every hundred years they would have their meeting to see how the experiment on the planet called Earth was going.
By Ian Worrall6 years ago in Horror
Shhhh Mr. Mix (Part 2)
(user 1 logs on) Chat user 1: Hey... Is any awake? I can hear him... he’s close now... his laugh... oh god his laugh… He’s coming for me... he’s coming for all of us... I have to hide, I hear his whispers I don’t want to listen... don’t listen to him…
By V-Ink Stories6 years ago in Horror
Black Night, Black Cat
Dark night! Dark cat! Dark everything! The black cat was lurking about its usual path for the night looking for a dirty rat to play with. It would have even settled for a nest with a sleeping bird. It wasn’t looking for food, because it was a house cat that had food in its belly. It was always let go by its inebriated owner at night, so it could get its nightly freedom. It’s nightly breath of killer instincts.
By Bazooka Teaches6 years ago in Horror
Stork
Picture day was always a big deal for all the children attending a certain elementary school on a certain New Mexico street. The whole school may come off as pretentious, but this school was made this way for the children. Not to impress the school board or the parents. The children love the colors and the nice things everywhere. They loved these things, but not as much as they loved picture day. Taking a picture of them was a different type of playtime. It was to make silly faces while being told "no, don't do it like that" by the cameraman. All the children were dressed up, for not themselves but the parents. Is picture day for the children or for the adults, anyone might ask here. Not one child was making a sad face or not wanting to take said pictures. When the classes took group photos, it was something magical. With the words "Say cheese!" being shouted, everyone makes a silly face while the teacher feels all the joy. Children are a wonderful thing given to adults by a stork. Can a stork take away a child from their parents, one might ask?
By J.E. Wyatt6 years ago in Horror
