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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.
Something Happened Out There...
They were circling the cabin again. Out here in the woods, isolated from the noise pollution and general electric hum emanating from every street lamp and central air system of modern life, every footstep sounds like the hoof of a bull tamping the dust. They weren't exactly trying to hide their presence; for almost a week They relentlessly pressured Jessica, escalating their sensory assaults sporadically. This late in the game she had abandoned her initial "heroic" attempt to ignore her emotions and her memories. Every night of this so far had started the same way, but the days were always different. It was always worst when the sun was up.
By David Foust8 years ago in Horror
Brilliant
As I looked out the stuffy window of my bedroom, I saw the crystal clear icicles hanging down and the majestic sun setting above the dark, silhouetted trees. The dusty orange and soft blue gradient covered the evening sky as I saw a flickering light in the center of the endless painted scenery in front of me. My sister callowly assumed it was a star, but my father made it a point to honorably argue that it could've been a satellite or a planet.
By Caitlin Britton8 years ago in Horror
Descent into Darkness Chapter One
Aerion, Aesteria 1860 Rayvn and Rayne sat silently as they listened to their nanny speak idly of the books they were to read, but neither really seemed to pay attention. Rayvn's ocean blue gaze continued to drift out the window of the castle, watching the sun glisten off the ocean below. From the north tower where they sat, she had a clear view of the sprawling ocean, the wind pushing the small waves against the coast.
By Carolynn Reynolds8 years ago in Horror
The Patient
Back in 1866, at the old Mulberry Psychiatric Hospital in London, there was a strange doctor who went by the name of Dr. Strum. He was known for being kind and caring for his patients, which was very unique and extremely rare at the time. For this reason, he was quite popular amongst the young patients. It is advised for doctors to not get too attached to their patients, he had broken that rule. Over time, Dr Strum had become tremendously fascinated, even obsessed, with treating a certain prepubescent, psychotic, female patient, who had been there for four-and-a-half years. She had elegant dark brown eyes, long flaxen hair and soft rosy cheeks and doll-like features. Dr Strum was so entranced by the young girl to the point he where he could no longer focus on anything else but her.
By Samantha Skene8 years ago in Horror
The Wood Witch
In May of 2017, my husband and I, along with my two small children, moved from the big suburbs of Chicago to a house outside a little town in Rural Northern Michigan. Our lease was up on our small apartment and with two kids, we wanted out of the city. We had visited Michigan earlier that year to be there for my older sister’s wedding and while vacationing, an opportunity had arisen. A friend of the family had offered for us to stay in the vacant house that they had owned next door during our trip so we could save on a hotel. The house had belonged to her father (who was very close friends with my father and practically a relative) but he had passed away a couple years before and the house was sitting empty. We thankfully accepted and before the end of our trip, we had been offered to rent the small two bedroom house for a very good price. We returned to Chicago, packed up all our belongings, and left a week and a half later.
By Nicole Laskey8 years ago in Horror
Victims in Wonderland
“Tell me, Alice,” she asked, pen on her paper. “What do you remember most about your dream?” “Oh, but it wasn’t a dream,” I replied. “It was all very real.” I was getting irritated. Is every therapist this idiotic? Does everyone have to be so skeptical? “What I saw, felt, did… It was all very real…”
By Kali Redding8 years ago in Horror
Prey For Me Pt. 3
EVANN Beep! Beep! Beep! Evann woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the blood thundering through his head. His pulse sounded as loud as his alarm, and he felt nauseous. Reaching over, he slammed a hand down towards his alarm. Instead, it came down on his glasses with a crack. He swore under his breath and fumbled around trying to get at the right button on the alarm clock.
By Stephen Biller8 years ago in Horror
