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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.

Chapter Three
Tara woke with a start, a liquor bottle in her hand and a hammering headache. She sat up on the couch she had been laying on and became nauseated. She glanced around the messy floor, searching for a trash can.
By Ruby Steel7 years ago in Horror
Chapter One
Two pale figures stood in the mist, at the edge of a lake. They both stared out at the whirlpool in the center. Bright wings glowed through the fog. Darkness filled the sky, a blue quarter moon and purple sun dancing slowly around each other at opposite ends of the sky. A gentle breeze carried the cries of newborn babes and the sighing last breaths of the dying, in rhythms reminiscent of the push and pull of ocean waves.
By Ruby Steel7 years ago in Horror
A Knock at the Door (An Original Fiction)
There was a knock at the door. It was a Friday night, but not the Friday night I wanted to have. It was such a fresh summer night, with the wind lightly blowing and it was quiet. I could have been out with my friends if my parents didn’t go out for dinner. I was stuck babysitting my little sister.
By Marielle Sabbag7 years ago in Horror
The Woods
It’s five in the morning and it’s a crisp fall Saturday morning. I decided to go for a walk in the local woods. I have my bags packed and my camera ready for some leaf peeping. It’s New England and the trees are so full of color and life. My best work is done in early October when the leaves get super yellow and bright orange. I’m a freelance photographer and mostly do this gig as a hobby—but lately my work has been in demand, which isn’t a bad thing. I capture beautiful New England and all it has to offer. Today I am heading to the Freetown woods because I hear the trees are beautiful and the paths are cool. Local legends say it’s haunted and very spooky. I’m not a big believer in that crap, but maybe I’ll catch something on camera?!
By Amanda DeGrasse7 years ago in Horror
Halloween Is Supposed to Be Fun
They were a group of six. Dalton, Marci, Vanessa, Hannah, Micah, and Bryson. You hardly ever saw one without the other five unless they were in class. They had rented a large house off campus together and worked at the same store in the local mall. For most people spending so much time together would get old and eventually drive a wedge between friends but not them, they loved it. They had all been friends since middle school and decided early on to go to the same college, and by luck or chance, they had all been accepted to the same law school. After college, they wanted to open their own firm together. Some of them were going into criminal law, some family law. Hannah, however, wanted to be a tax attorney. It combined her two favorite things, numbers, and law. She was starting to feel they were getting a little old for all the pranks, it was time to get settle down and get serious about their careers. Her's was the unpopular opinion as the others were still having a blast with the pranks. She had pulled away from the joking and pranking, but she was still a fun target for them.
By Susan C7 years ago in Horror
Mourir, Décéder (To Die) (Ch. 1)
The year was 1996 and I was working a dead end job reporting for some local paper. It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t exactly easy either. In our small town it was the same thing every week. You go out and interview someone much older and wiser, or talk and wish someone a happy birthday, and collect obituaries after someone in the community died. The only thing that wasn’t overly consistent was the new women that would come to town to join the nunnery. No one really paid any mind to them though. They all dressed the same...I mean they dressed like nuns. Some of the girls I went to high school with graduated and decided to join it. Apparently, it was their dream. Weird dream if you ask me.
By Michelle Werbeck7 years ago in Horror
The Fog
There was a knock at the door. I look at my alarm clock on my nightstand and the time says 1:30 AM. I grab my pants and my sweatshirt and throw them on my cold body. I’m thinking to myself “this better be an emergency.” I look out the window next to the door and see three teenagers standing out front. I go to turn my light on, but it won’t work. Hmm that’s strange I think to myself. I go to open the front door, but all the hairs on my body stand up and my inner voice begins screaming not to open that door. Against my better judgment, I decide to address the kids at the front door. Now, I live in the middle of nowhere, my closest neighbors are 15 miles away so nobody would here my cry for help if this interaction didn’t go well. I’m sweating as I go to say hello. These kids seemed off, they were dressed funny—like they were out of the 1920s. They had jet black hair and I could have sworn they had pure black eyes. They were maybe 15, no older then 17 years old. “Hello,” I say, trying to keep my voice strong and still.
By Amanda DeGrasse7 years ago in Horror
Mother Mary (Ch. 1)
Mary Christensen was always a God-fearing woman. Her father, a pastor, made sure of that. Sunday afternoons, after his flock of worshippers cleared, he dictated additional studies to his daughter, ensuring she was filled with his same holy passion. She even met her husband, Joseph, at church. An old-fashioned man like her father, Joseph asked her father for her hand in marriage the day she turned 16. Her father said he could think of no better match, a Joseph for his Mary. He approved and they had been married ever since. Less than a year later their son was born. They did not name him Jesus, despite her father’s wishes, but instead named him John.
By Mike Main7 years ago in Horror
Kim
She stood like a statue, eyes cool as ice. Inhaled the sweet aroma of coconut shampoo, taking each breath as if it were all planned ahead of time. Her thumbs caressed the needle with such care and ease. She was ready. Vigilant. Lips curled into a smile that quickly became a sneer when she heard the front door open and then close. Her heartbeat remained steady and her breathing calm as the sound of footsteps echoed up the stairs. When the door to the bathroom opened and the switch for the light flicked on she knew her time had come, she needed only a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the light before she made her move. She was swift, eager, yet gentle in her movements. The shower curtain seemed to move on it's own with grace out of her way as she stepped out of the tub and onto the bathroom tile. Her hands shot out, lightning bolts that were gentle yet firm around the mouth of the young girl in front of her. They fell to the ground together with Kim's hand still placed around the girl's mouth. The sound of them hitting the bathroom floor was the only sound to break silence that had fallen on that small space since Kim arrived.
By K7 years ago in Horror
Muerte del Mujeriego (Death of the Womanizer)
A lively Saturday night in a growing city the evening was promising. Young, built, and attractive, Darren's options for entertainment and pleasure were beyond guaranteed. Plowing into the couch after a shot, and double shot, of whiskey, he picked up the phone. Visuals always assisted Darren when making selections. His apartment was very modern and stylish. A warehouse vibe, Darren loved his open man cave. Ceiling to floor large pane windows put the universe on display. A crisp winter night with a deep blue background, the stars were especially bright. Educated, the sky always baffled Darren. So vast, so beautiful, and so much to be explored, but too far away so lost.
By Maria Crank7 years ago in Horror
The Magnificent Beast
It was a quiet evening, out in the countryside. No sounds of birds or crickets, no sounds from a wind whistling through, as there was no wind this evening.
By Aryn Bats7 years ago in Horror
There's Something in the Woods and I Think it Has My Wife
The fire crackled, sucking away the only coolness that the stone fireplace offered. It was unsure of itself, seeping through the logs and caving out the middle of the wood. It emitted a heated scent; one that reminded me of the one camp I went to as a child.
By Shelby Yarchin7 years ago in Horror