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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.
Paint the Roses Red
Layla stood outside staring at the red roses, the medical examiners and police inside doing their jobs. Blood everywhere, even covering the grounds... this brunette stood wrapped in a blanket as the shock had her frozen... the blood dripping from her hair and clothes...
By Kira Lydia G.6 years ago in Horror
Eat the Food
Eat the Food: Part one Feast By Michael J Pennington Learning Disabled Author The small ballroom was filled to the brim. Close to a hundred people packed themselves into that room It was a pretty exclusive event. Everyone dressed in their finest. The room was decorated with royal blue curtains with gold trimming. The tables were solid oak no table clothes, big circular tables that could seat almost a dozen people. Sitting at a table near the wall farthest from the stage was Will and his Wife. Will look at his elegantly dressed wife. Red satin, and backless to boot. It was rare to see Alice in a dress. Which just showed how much she wanted to be here. She was a fan of Peter Chao.
By Michael J Pennington6 years ago in Horror
Die, Cherie!
The wind was cold by the bay in the winter, but it was warm compared to what Ted and Cherie Marshall were used to. They lived in Central Oregon where there was snow at this time of year, and temperatures sometimes below freezing. They came to San Francisco to visit Cherie’s mother, who Cherie felt she never got to see enough of since moving north with her husband.
By David Smith6 years ago in Horror
Murders at Bear Lake
CHAPTER 3 Chief Tom Drake is a little on the chunky side and balding, but he is a fair man with a heart of gold, as the town folk would say. Chief Drake could be firm when he had to be in order to keep law and order in his town, especially if someone broke the law. He was born and raised in Willow’s Ridge, which happens to be a rather small town where everybody knows everybody. He became Sheriff when he was twenty-four years old, but at the age of thirty-five, he became Chief. He has never seen such a mess as this in his whole time of being in law enforcement. Crimes like this just don’t happen in this town. You might have an occasional loud party thrown by the local teenagers, or a small fight between two rowdy boys, but never such a crime as murder.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
Murders at Bear Lake
Chapter 2 As he walked through town, he passed one of the clothing outlet stores. The little old ladies were shopping from the outside and spreading gossip about everything and everybody. As he passed by, he couldn’t help but hear that he became the number one topic for the moment.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
The Tattoo (Ep. 5, Pt. 2)
After a few pick pockets along the way, Cade saw a tattoo shop on the corner. “Hmm, Doctor Kevin’s Tattoo. Oh yeah,” Cade said, as he walked inside. He saw all kinds of different art work on the walls, and an art book laying on the counter. As Cade flipped through the book, buzzing could be heard coming from the back. The buzzing stopped, and Cade looked up and saw a man wearing a green t-shirt with a frisbee disk on the front, jean shorts, and gloves, come through the strings of red beads that hung up in a small doorway.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
The Tattoo (Ep. 5, Pt. 1)
For Cade T. the thoughts of being rich and having everything his heart and greed desires is on his mind, rolling around most of the time. He spends most his time stealing from old people and buying lottery tickets. It was Friday, and time to see what his lucky stars held for him, so Cade heads for the local Gas Mart to buy some tickets.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
The Elevator (Ep. 4, Pt. 1)
The dreaded elevator… most people’s fear. The fear of falling to a horrible death from heights unknown; at least that is what Ella Grey, a sweet 87-year-old lady thought of when looking up towards the top of the apartment building where her grandkids lived. While gripping her walking cane in one hand, and her big purse in the other, “Well, it is now or never,” she said to herself as she started walking toward the man who was well dressed and wore a colorful hat. He was indeed the doorman but to Ella, she thought of him as a very tall, well-trained monkey.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
