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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.
Dear Diary
I creep down the page, one foot after the other sliding to the next line of text, feeling my way with my bare toes. The light around me is dim and creamy, the glow of the night-reading lamp beside her bed. I look up and out and there it is like a hazy moon. I see it through the tall window on the landing of the staircase of words, casting its radiance into the house that is written around me. There is carpet under my feet, a runner of intricate weave and convoluted design—the subtle subtext of her entries, the story within her story, and the sprawling arabesques of her handwriting. I could pull them up, those inky loops, and hang myself with them. Would she see the swaying shadow of my body on her wall?
By Liz Zimmers7 years ago in Horror
9678
9678 woke up in a cold sweat. His already racing heart pounded in his chest and his lungs pumped quick, shallow breaths. They moved him to another facility; this door was a solid metal several inches thick and raised to meet the flat at the ten foot mark. His arms were bound with thick rope behind him at the shoulder, elbow and wrists; they had him hooked to the ceiling by the arms. There was a large weight attached to his feet. 9678 instantly began to pull against the ropes with all his might, but they wouldn't give.
By Sabrina Rodgers7 years ago in Horror
Jilāya
Jilāya was the monster and she knew it. She knew that she was the creature that parents told their children about a night. She knew how they would tell children about how she hide under the beds and in the closets; and because of these tales, children were scared enough so that she could hide in the minds of the ones who were taught to fear her. She scared everyone and everything, and this includes herself. Jilāya did not look the part of a monster; if anything, she would have been seen as an angel in her sister's new town. They would have been struck with awe when seeing the twisting horns protruding from her skull and hearing her tales that were seen through her empty, white eyes.
By Sabrina Rodgers7 years ago in Horror
Once You Enter, You'll Never Want to Leave
I had just arrived at the train station when my mom asked if I was on my way home. I went to one of the benches and texted her that I was at the station waiting for the train. I wasn't the kind of teenager that would sneak out a lot or have Amber Alerts dedicated to me; my mom was just more concerned about my whereabouts than usual due to the many disappearances she has heard about on the news and from the past. I don't exactly consider myself a perfect child, but I did understand her concerns. The main issue for me was that, even though I wasn't exactly the most social, I still felt like I would be better off getting fresh air from somewhere outside the house as long as it was somewhere where I didn't have to deal with my family lingering over my shoulder. It seemed like a good way to pretend that my family didn't think I needed to be sheltered or that there wasn't anything wrong with me that they felt the need to hide for some reason.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Horror
I See Red
It's only 4 more blocks to grandmother’s house. When I told my friends I was fine walking home from the bar alone, it was before Jake Wolff showed up. I had taken the same walk thousands of times before; 6 blocks down Main Street and then a right on Country Club and a left on James. If I had somehow lost my vision, I could make my way home from Finn’s without missing a beat.
By Unchartedwaters7 years ago in Horror
Running Round Red Mountain (Ch. 3)
(Message to the reader: If you have not read the first two chapters of the series, I highly recommend starting with those first. You can do so by heading over to my profile down below. However, if you have, enjoy reading and thank you so much for your support)
By Carlos Guerra7 years ago in Horror
