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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.

Mojo
Beginnings Another death has occurred in the simple little seaside village of Portogris. And again, the authorities have no clue to decipher or lead to follow. What is obvious to anyone who has heard the least about these deaths is that they were not natural or accidental. Both men were killed, the first one murdered.
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Horror
Liars Into Lessons Part 3
I hum contentedly as I wipe the back of my hand across my forehead and survey the room in the light of the bedside lamp. Taking in the disaster of the room around me, I feel a seed of pride bloom bright in my chest.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Obsessed
You know those urban legend stories our parents told us all the time as kids? They would always tell us that they were real, but we never really believed them because of how silly it sounded. Like of that little boy killing his older sister, maybe a boy stalking a camp or even a man who haunts you in your dreams. All of those stories sound real, don't they? Well they're not, but mine is. One that is so bone chilling that you'll wish I never told you, and nor do I. I wish that what I'm about to tell is all just a dream. A figment of my imagination. Fake. But it wasn't.
By Kaira Ambroisa8 years ago in Horror
Liars Into Lessons Part 2
I carefully set the glass down on the welcome mat and roll my eyes at how cheery it is. Welcome to our home! It never fails to surprise me just how brainless people can be. Reaching into my pocket I pull out my tools and get to work on the simple deadbolt. I lean heavily against the doorjam while I work, swaying on my feet every so often like I'm drunk and struggling to get my keys to cooperate. It's dark on the "porch" that runs the length of the building, my liars having turned off the light once everyone arrived home and went to bed for the night. So stupid, leaving themselves open like this with a welcome mat that invites anything in, let alone a humanoid monster.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Liars Into Lessons
It begins with an itch under my skin; an insistent need to destroy something, to rip into someone and hear them scream. And it always starts when someone lies to me. When that lie turns into something bigger and I end up being used, end up being made out to be a monster? That itch becomes a rash that spreads and spreads until I can no longer tell if I ever had clear skin.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Supernatural Events at the State Fair
It all started out as a normal summer night at the fair. The smell of overly fried foods and cotton candy that filled the air would soon turn into the smell of fear. The sounds of laughter would soon turn into piercing sounds of screams and uncertainty.
By Tammy2478 years ago in Horror
Suicide or Murder
I had just moved to California, a month before high school started. My name? Alisha Matthews. I'm a 16-year-old girl. This is the story of my life. My life ended sooner than it should have. I'll get into the details further as we go on into the story.
By Nimmy Kaur8 years ago in Horror
Prey For Me Pt. 6
Aaliyah, Skeagan, and Valentina sat around the Prey brothers’ room, intently discussing the situation with the missing teens. Skeagan and Val had updated Aaliyah on their discovery at the abandoned gas station. They were now trying to decide their best next move. Foremost in their minds were the pros and cons of bringing in adult help.
By Stephen Biller8 years ago in Horror
A Corpse's Limp
"Nani, I'm going to stop by the library on my way home. Want me to grab you any books?" Nani looked up from her laptop. "Yeah, actually. Could you get Fahrenheit 451? It's written by Ray Bradbury. I need it for homework in Ms. Toll's class."
By Elizabeth Davidson8 years ago in Horror
Phobia (Pt. 3)
I entered the cold laboratory at 8:05 AM. I hate when I’m late for something. Just an idiosyncrasy I have. I was given a key to the lab yesterday. Not sure why. Only meet Dr. Hadley yesterday. Still unsure about the guy. Whatever, I am getting paid. I see Dr. Hadley sitting in his office. I’m pretty sure he slept in his clothes again. I knock on the open door to his office. Hoping not to startle him but it didn’t work.
By Syzygy Stories8 years ago in Horror
The Halloween Abductions (Ch. 4)
Abbeville, AL For the most part, Josiah Hindson was safe and content. His parents would be somewhat relieved to know how well he was being taken care of. After only two days, he still cried for his mommy and daddy on a regular basis. He was well-fed and warm and clean. It helped that there were two other children in his new accommodations with whom he happily interacted. For a four year old, it was just like visiting in the home of new friends. There were plenty of toys to play with, and there was a very agreeable kitten to which Josiah quickly attached himself. There was a young lady there who acted like a mommy. She even tried to console and rock Josiah when he would get sleepy or begin crying for his own mommy.
By denise knight8 years ago in Horror
The Figure
Thunder shattered the silence of the room, beginning the events of the evening. This, unbeknownst to me, would be the night that I died. Sitting silently in my living room I gazed out through the window at the drenched driveway, entranced by the natural rhythm of the rain. I have always been prone to optimism, so I did not give it a second thought when the power went out. After the candles had been lit and the house was filled with a warm glow I returned to my post at the window. As lightning flashed and shone through the window I heard a soft voice from across the room. I dismissed it, turning my attention back to the storm. After a moment of silence, it came again, stronger than before. I ignored it once more, not thinking much of it. Time and time again it called, growing louder with each breath. The once calm room was now doused with tension as I tried to distract myself from the voice. Moments passed and eventually, it stopped, filling me with curiosity. I slipped off my perch and peeked around the corner to examine the voice, wondering why it had ceased. The light from the burning candle cast a gentle glow across the ground and landed on a figure at the end of the hallway. Its eyes shone with fury as we stared at each other, neither moving. Fear shot up my body, filling me instantly with the desire to hide. The house shook as thunder raged through the dark sky and the rain fell violently onto the roof. I scattered through the living room, desperately seeking a place to conceal myself. The figure flew in after me, calling out my name. I rushed out into the backyard and ran up to an old tree, which seemed to be my best option for escape. The tree towered over me, its leaves acting as an umbrella from the rain. Adrenaline pumped through me as I climbed my new safehouse. Suddenly I felt a cold hand grasp my legs. I gripped the branches of the tree, but it was of no use. The hand ripped me down and dragged me into the house. My voice could not be heard as I screamed, praying that some soul would hear my cries. The floor of the house was covered in my belongings, making it difficult for the figure to maneuver. Seeing it as my only option I grab objects off the floor and threw them aimlessly. God must have been on my side because one made its way and hit them in the face. The figure's painful grip on my arm released as they shrieked in pain. Using this newfound opportunity for escape I sprinted through the shadows to safety. Rain continued to ferociously bash the roof of the dimly lit house, emanating the feeling of sheer panic that racked my being. I silently sprinted into my bedroom and slipped under my bed. Soundlessly I scrunched into the corner of my hiding spot, covering my mouth to limit the noise. Heavy footsteps made their way down the wooden hallway. The figure’s cries of pain and anger echo throughout the house, signaling the effect of my lucky blow. With each step, I felt my body tighten in an attempt to conceal myself even further. The figure’s voice seeped through the walls as they whispered my name in fury. Burning light flooded into the darkness of my room as the door creaked open. Each second drained life out of my body as I waited for the threat to leave. Time seemed to drag out for an eternity as I tried not to make a sound. If only I could stop my heart from beating, as I suspect that that was what gave me away. In a flash I was ripped from underneath my bed and pulled into the bathroom. The room lit up as a candle was set on the rim of the sink, illuminating my inevitable demise. The door shut and the water began pouring into the bathtub as the figure angrily yelled at me. “Take off your clothes and get in the bath, Jordan. I don’t know why you make this so difficult for me. I can’t believe you threw your toy at me! All I want to do is to relax and have a nice evening but you are making that very hard.” The figure forcibly ripped off my clothes and plunged me into the burning, bubbly water. I gasped for air as I struggled to claw my way from the tub, trying perilously to stay alive. My attempts, however, were to no avail. The rain came to a slow trickle as the figure loomed over me. They had won. The events of the evening had resulted in my inevitable death. Was there truly any way that I could have survived?
By Kathryn8 years ago in Horror