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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.
Routine
“What an adventure,” Sarah said aloud, while gazing at the stars. Having no idea what time it is or where on Earth she is exactly is liberating in some ways. A small fire crackles outside of the re-entry pod. The waves lap the shore, pushing on the rocks she had toiled to put into place a few days ago. The rocks spell out “HELP” on the beach.
By Davyd LaPonsie7 years ago in Horror
A Little Spill of Blood
A girl in her young adult years stalked the darkness. Her hood loomed over her face, as she slunk silently in the black empty streets. Bounding up the side of the building she jumped up, passing the last few rungs of the ladder and flung herself to the opposite side of the building's roof. “Are you there? Yes, of course he is. Why would anyone miss an opportunity for a free woman?” She glared watching her prey: a woman crossing the road laughing and giggling like a child. Tripping up the curb, they chuckled and fell into the building the girl watched from. Waiting a few moments, she slunk back to the ladder and sought out her victim.
By . Durzarina .7 years ago in Horror
Family Man
The black ink blotches fall on the thin paper from the crushed pen in my hand. This is the hand that is a part of the problem; a roadblock is what it also could be called. Whatever I call the problem, I still suffer from it and have become uncontrollable lately. When I was out with the family, I had a sudden urge to grab my wife by the neck. When we were walking with each other as the kids ran ahead of us, I saw her neck. I wanted to do something, then later today it was worse. My wife had brought an idea to my attention, to go out and have dinner without the children. If we were to go out and have a little fun, then that would relieve some stress the kids have given us. We have twins, they both are the age of seven, both boys, and they are robustious. Thankfully they exist actually, because if they weren't born, I would have done something to their mother. I wish I didn't have this inside me to force me to do horrible things. Accepting her offer, we went out with no children to run around with toy planes in hand. We had a refuge from everything, from crying to stomping at the restaurant. Still, I have a problem, a problem I cannot control; when I get the urge, I go to the restroom or somewhere so I won't expose myself. Luckily, when we were out, I wasn't suspicious when I went to the restroom.
By J.E. Wyatt7 years ago in Horror
The Beast
(WARNING: Blood/Gore, Strong Language, and some sexual suggestiveness.) “Ready!... set!... HUT!!” The ball flew behind the center as I raced and crashed into the offensive line of the opposing team. Going for the quarterback. My eyes were trained on him as he tried to dodge and weave out of my direction of approach. I nailed him in the chest and he went tumbling down with the ball. I sacked him. I sacked the quarterback! The game was near its end and... we won! We won our homecoming game. The crowds cheered my name and the team lifted me up, hugging and laughing along as they tallied two more players to come over with a huge bucket of ice water and dump it over myself and the head coach's head for the big win of the year. It was a huge night for all of us. Including myself. I couldn’t stop smiling as the buzzer was ringing to end the game. Everyone was cheering and yelling from the ground to the bleachers.
By Jake Smith7 years ago in Horror
Cows
I awoke on a farm. I laid on a wooden floor inside a barn, looking toward two big, open doors that revealed light and fluffy green grass being grazed upon by the cows roaming the field. A light breeze passed through my face and something felt different. The way the air moved over my head and my face. I sat up and ran my fingers over my head and much to my dismay, felt short, buzzed hair. Where is my hair... I trembled and cried into my hands. This must be a dream.
By Rachel Jacobs7 years ago in Horror
The White Abyss
One month later The morning sunlight pierced through the window shades and a beam of light hit Jacob in the face from his twin bed he was sound asleep on. It woke him. Stretching out his arms and legs, he began to make his way from laying down to sitting up in the side of the bed. Jerry was still sound asleep in the bed next to him. ‘Breakfast’ Jacob made his way down to the kitchen and began slowly preparing their morning meal. The cabin was eerie and quiet this morning. But that didn’t seem to bother Jacob in the slightest. His main concern was trying to wake up. Thinking that this Ice Doom was all a dream in his mind. But he kept to his sanity and wandered into the living room with a glass of orange juice in his hand.
By Jake Smith7 years ago in Horror











