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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.
The Dirty South (Chapter 4)
Finally Friday Holy crap, my dreams were messed up. I was being chased by a skull enveloped in black smoke. It was blurry. I woke up in my bed covered in a sour sweat. I lay there for a few minutes just wishing that everything had been a dream but fully knowing that it hadn’t been.
By Scott Allen Ham7 years ago in Horror
A B C Doomed
Child A Without all the paintings hung out on display the place seemed a lot bigger. More like a maze. There was a ceaseless buzzing in the corridor. A boundless energy of those who moved through it, weaving around each other. Child A kept her head down and pushed her way through the sea of faces. The floor was shiny, just like water.
By Molly Winton7 years ago in Horror
Down Demon's Dyke
The next morning, I woke up wishing I hadn’t. The nearby coo of a wood pigeon had interrupted my restless dreams. Startled by its strange clucking I sat up and felt my brain swell beyond the size of my skull. A sudden wave of queasiness only added to my discomfort. It was freezing to say it was June. Where was I? Trees. There were lots of trees. Again, my stomach lurched and burbled. I gazed up at the tree tops as they swirled around me, attempting to avoid the streaks of light that broke through the branches in both intensely bright and shadowy beams. Why was I still in Wharncliffe Woods? What had happened last night? I reached for my phone in the back pocket of my denim shorts. Its screen had been smashed to pieces. The anonymous text I’d received last night, hours before the rave, flashed up: "free rave- get to Wcliffe woods left o Demon’s Dyke tonight." I dialed Danny’s number. The screen went black, its battery dead.
By Molly Winton7 years ago in Horror
The Survivors' Story (Pt. 1)
A few more strokes of the comb, and Chuck's hair was perfect once more. The tuft at the front was rounded off nicely, while the rest lay as flat as he could muster. Going into this mess, Chuck always had a pristine pompadour, and he wasn't going to let anything like the end of the world stop him from his one real ritual. The only real problem was his recently depleted supply of pomade.
By Rhett Blood7 years ago in Horror
The African Prince and the Mayan Princess (Part 14)
Part 14 I moved into the partially lit room on the side of the bed where Christian lay and looked down at him. The entire room seemed to have vibrated as my mother snored. I thought the walls were about to collapse. I swear she could scare off a burglar with her snoring. My son was such a handsome, little man laying there with his pacifier clipped to his bib that read “Best Grandma in The World.” I rolled my eyes at the sight of it. I continued watching as his little chest heaved up and down as he slept. My mother faced the opposite direction, with her back towards me, as she continued to snore loudly. I reached down and picked up my son and rested him over my shoulder. His little brown eyes opened briefly, looked at me while rubbing his petite nose, then rested his head back on my shoulder. I never imagined ever having the opportunity to be a mother. I'd have to say that it changed my life completely. I think even Kenneth knows it. I grabbed his Sesame Street blanket and headed towards the door. I hadn't realized the snoring had halted before my mother says, “You're welcome.” I glared over in her direction to see that she hadn't moved from her sleeping position.
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Horror
Stitches
Every day I took the same path home from school. It was through the woods and crossed over the only highway out of town. My parents kept telling me not to go near there because lately people had been going missing. “A pretty young girl like you shouldn’t be out there alone, Edith,” my father said. But, of course, I didn’t listen.
By Melody Humby7 years ago in Horror
Monroe
Halloween was my favourite holiday. It wasn’t just about the candy or the costumes; it was about the ghost stories and urban legends. I loved staying up late with my friends, Anna and Renee, and we tried to scare each other with made-up tales that were so outrageous people would have thought we were crazy if they heard them.
By Melody Humby7 years ago in Horror
