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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.
3 AM (Prologue)
Cybil I bit into my cheek as the screams of the girl in the next room shattered the near silence that the asylum was wrapped in. She was checked in about five years ago, I guess, and it's been the same nonsense, every single day with the screaming and the rattling of the bed. This bitch was actually about to make me deserve to be here. I stared at the empty darkness waiting for—THUD!—exactly that. Only the devil himself knew exactly what usually went on in that room and in everyone's head at this place.
By Tanika Adesa7 years ago in Horror
Quia Janua Inferni (Gates of Hell) (Pt.1)
Vigorous wind blustered through the skeletal trees. Embracing the tomb in vine framework tombstones lay awry towards the abandoned mausoleum untouched for centuries. Terse strands of dead grass surrounded the tomb as if a shock of power had struck the once holy ground. Latin inscriptions were engraved across every inch of the gateway to keep the passage into hell sealed, and the darkness that lurks beneath within. Spirits of demons and lost souls have been held hostage for years incarcerated in the catacombs inner parts unable to roam this earth. And if you listen closely enough through the cracks on the sepulchre door you can even hear their squaws, like a trapped bird calling for help.
By Brooke Parrott7 years ago in Horror
The Cold
I've always loved Alaska. So much to see, and touch, and hunt. The mountains know me by my voice. I whisper to them, and they whisper back. Only I can touch their unmoving stone faces. I forge crowns of ice for the highest ones, make them even more proud, even more deadly.
By A. Tamara Ware7 years ago in Horror
Death Valley Road
It all started on a hot summer day. I’m so lost; they say take the road less traveled but that leads to a dead end, down a lonely dark cold road with no outlet. I turn around but my vision is blocked by a blinding light; if I go back the way I came, I would have to feel my way as the light is so blinding. Stuck in a heart drenching situation staying on this road with no outlet, or turning around to the blinding light that was not there when I traveled down the road less traveled. No phone service to call for help, tears begin to roll down my eyes; I feel my fate for taking this road less traveled. No signs of human existence or even a ounce of water. I began to yell at the top of my lungs until I can't yell anymore; I drop to the ground in disbelief, or maybe delusion; to my eyes, appear a serpent.
By Kings Loyalty7 years ago in Horror
Unexpected Fate (Ch. 1)
Beaten, bloody and bruised, Jared was left in the rain to die a slow death. With every inch of fight left in his poor lifeless body. He manages to crawl over to a pile of garbage bags and cardboard boxes. Once over there, Jared covers himself with boxes and lets death win. Bleeding out, stuck in what looks like an alleyway but his vision is so blurry that it looks more like a market place full of motionless shadows.
By Sleepy Writter7 years ago in Horror
High Noon
"That kid wasn't nothin' but a greenhorn. Why, I did him and the world a favor by putting a bullet in 'im,” the lanky cowboy said, laughing along with the rest of his gang at their table in the Rusty Spur, a rough saloon on Whisper Street in Heaven's Gate.
By Jeremy Andrews7 years ago in Horror
