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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.
Sara's Comeback
Sara held onto Johnny as they rounded the curves up in the mountains. The trees were beautiful, and the air smelled fresh and clean. As they rounded a sharp curve, a car came from the opposite direction, and crossed the yellow line into their lane. Johnny tried to swerve out of the way, but there was nowhere to go. Sara screamed, “NOOO!!” as she tried to hang on, as the motorcycle hit the shoulder of the road. The tire bounced up, and Johnny lost control. As the motorcycle went off the road, Sara was thrown off, and she could hear Johnny yell out, “SARA!! right before the motorcycle rolled down the steep hill with a thundering sound of twisting metal, a loud crash, then nothing. Sara tried to move, but the pain was so intense that she blacked out.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
Sara's Comeback
Sara Smith was a senior, and the cheerleading captain of her high school squad, the Lady Dragons. As she stood at her locker, the guy of her dreams walked past, nodded his head and smiles. She felt her heart skip a beat and her legs went weak. As she watched Johnny walk away, things around her slowed down to almost a standstill. Everybody moved slow and talked slow. At that time, it was like a dream or something, but she could see and hear Johnny asking her, “Would you like to go out?” and her reply of, “Yes.” Just then, she got bumped kind of hard, and she snapped out of her dream-like trance.
By RM Forrest6 years ago in Horror
Shadows in the Glade
The sun began to rise and melt away the mist that hung over the pine needle covered ground. The growing light slowly brought life to the forest and illuminated the lone soul laying there, next to a smoldering fire. He slowly woke, rubbing life back into his cold stiff muscles. With fists to his eyes he slowly stood up and began to look around. Nothing looked familiar, he was lost. He cursed his blood lust and his foolish pursuit of his fleeing enemy. When he had led his band of Osage warriors against the Missouri, it was his men that broke the stalemate and chased them back across the Great River and further north into his enemies territory. Now, here he was, in the land of his enemy, lost and alone, with only his flint knife for protection.
By Eddie Loud6 years ago in Horror
The Moon
It is so far away from me. I stare up at the beauty of the moon and feel the chill ruffle my fur. I walk closer to the edge of the cliff, pieces of ground crumbling down the rock wall. The ledge is steady, yet the dirt still stirs as I move about. The grass is damp, it folds easily under my paws. My pack. I haven't seen or heard from them in two moon cycles. We had come across a camp of humans, and all the chaos, we became separated. I feel alone all the time now.
By Aurelie M Jones6 years ago in Horror
Amongst the Shadows
The world I knew is gone, lost to a darkness that I've seen parodied my whole life. Books were written speculating the fall of man and the fight for survival that would precede it, but these tales of fiction were always shelved under fiction or turned into big-budget gore-fests. There were no grounds to take them seriously; no science to pose them as probable.
By Mark LoProto6 years ago in Horror
'Til Death
On her left, sun-coaxed daisies waved at the sun, while on his right, snow spatter clung to ice blasted trees. The portrait served its purpose well, a beacon of cheer in an otherwise uninspiring home. Alone on the wall, the duo sat cradled by a handsome frame, the couple's beautiful, glowing faces forever frozen. She found their loving expressions encouraging.
By Evelyn Martinez6 years ago in Horror
Manning
Chapter Two: Red Snow Freedom Part Three: Secret Door Inside the old house covered in sleet, Casey Jetsom’s found something new. Not like yesterday. All day yesterday he was putting up old clothes, cleaning out the kitchen appliances, sweeping and mopping, going through old boxes of crap, well... not all of it was crap. He had found some books he figured he’d need, being here without electricity, and went through a lot of old family albums. At best he knew half the people… at best. And now, here in front of Casey, is the only thing to throw him for a loop. A secret door. The whole wall of one of the bedrooms could slide about three feet if you pulled it just right, which he did, and now the exposed door is laughing at him. It’s only a matter of time before you open me and you know it. Might as well do it now. You know a secret this good can’t die.
By Cannibal Jones6 years ago in Horror
Crows
Chapter One: Enter the Owl Kashshaptu Part Two: The Old Cabin Henry closed the car door and was immediately soaked with buckets of rain. He wanted to look up in the trees at the owls but found it impossible without the headlights on. The wet leaves were nearly knee-high as he continued toward the cabin door. Now that he was at the door, he could see a faint glow coming through the cracks of the boards. This was a terrible cabin. How has it lasted this long? he wondered. He knocked three times. A couple seconds of silence passed for eternity. Then a voice cracked over the thunder…
By Cannibal Jones6 years ago in Horror
The Yakutia Mystery
Chapter One - Finding it Yuri Vasiliev, at 55 years old, was surprisingly tough as nails. A stocky build with graying hair, his body a mass of sinewy muscles sculptured by years of digging for mammoth remains in the hills. In his local village in Yakutia, Russia, he was affectionately known as "the bull," a nickname his wife Nadia found rather amusing. Yuri and Nadia were poor, childless mammoth hunters who lived at the bottom of the Sakha mountain frontier. For centuries, this northern region of Russia had been an unforgiving and desolate permafrost once teeming with giant mammoths before their demise and disappearance from the face of the earth. Shifting weather patterns have recently led to a significant thaw of the permafrost, revealing what Yakutians referred to as a "treasure trove" of mammoth remains, highly prized in China. First described in the Siberian Times as the mammoth rush, mammoth hunting has recently exploded into a thriving local economy, attracting hunters from all over Russia into Yakutia, the kingdom of permafrost.
By Will Mathonsi6 years ago in Horror
