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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.
Guilty
He killed my daughter. He killed her in cold blood and yet there he stood, free as the day it had happened. He was always in the same spot, never moving, or so it seemed to me, always there, as if taunting me. In the beginning, I tried to avoid him, I really did. I went out of my way, destroyed any connections to him, bloodied my own hands just to get away from him, but he always found me again, or maybe I found him. Sometimes I wasn’t really sure. I then realized that I needed to see him for when I didn’t see him, I would forget about her. When I saw him, he would be standing over her cold corpse. When I saw him, I felt the rage I had felt when I first saw what he had done. I wanted that rage, I needed that rage. How was I a father if I did not feel rage over her death, rage towards the one who killed her? When I did not see him, I forgot about this. I forgot about the rage, and about her. I guess that was my curse, to have those two horrible things connected. To want to forget his face, forget that he existed, but being unable to without forgetting her.
By Bekah Schofield7 years ago in Horror
Cognizance
"This just in," a newscaster says over the television. "Police have found the body of 25 year old Foster Newman, a resident of Joplin, Missouri, on Saturday evening. The young man was found in a brutal state. Along with the body was a printed note seemingly written by Foster himself. If you have any information regarding this case, please contact the Joplin Police Department."
By Julia Marie7 years ago in Horror
Masquerade
(A man in a dress shirt and dress pants. Dress shoes and a mask alone on stage covered in blood.) And yet they will never know. I will leave this world as I came unto it; covered in blood naked and shameful. For I hath killed mine own brother, in cold blooded pain and agony. Bludgeoned him with a mere figurine and strangled him with my bare hands. Watching his breath leave his body as his face turned blue and he wriggled beneath me. He was no match for the fire in my soul and the evil in mine eye. My eyes were black as night fueled by passion, as his eyes grew dull and lifeless and his body grew cold and stiff. (He shifts)
By Samantha Mirabal7 years ago in Horror
The Waste of All I Have Created
It was early morning in that time between late winter and early spring. The time when there is a chill in the air in the morning and the small hint of new buds on trees in the late afternoon. When it feels like time has paused for a moment to catch its breath before venturing on and creating new life. New expectations and new hope. This was the time that the man arrived in the city. He had traveled from a faraway place because he had heard great stories of how this place had once been. He came to see if any of that beauty was left. And if it had gone, where had it gone and was there hope for its return?
By Traci E. Langston7 years ago in Horror
The African Prince and the Mayan Princess (Part 15)
Part 15 What a freaking night. I mean damn.... First, we save Kendra Miller, which is awesome, because her parents were ready to accept that she may have been dead. It must be such a relief for parents when they discover that their child is still alive. Especially in this world nowadays. Once Carlina and I finally teleported back to the house, we immediately hand the stone over to Mona. The TV blared as we entered as the anchorman reported that no more casualties had ensued and that Houston police and fire departments had quelled most of the chaos in the South Houston area.
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Horror
The Screaming Woman
Once upon a time, three small figures wandered down a winding, unfamiliar path. In a horizontal line, the two taller figures traveled on the outside of the pack, encasing their petite friend in between them. This is how they always walked places, protecting Eloise without thinking. It's just how they did things, like how they all agreed that Saturdays were their exploring days, no matter the time of year. It gave them something to look forward to.
By Lauren Hill7 years ago in Horror
A Minor Man (Part III)
--------Continued from "A Minor Man" and "A Minor Man (Part 2)---------- The car pulls up to a cabin near a lake. Simon, Karen, and Max get out of the car, Max is carrying the clothes he was wearing before he changed to get Karen out of the police station while they walk to the cabin. Karen chuckles and shakes her head, she says, “Well, damn. I thought you guys would be living in a mansion or something.”
By Don Anderson II7 years ago in Horror
