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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 Fun of Camping
It was 10 AM on a warm summer day when the Amaris family decided to invite the Rios family camping. Slightly hesitating, the Rios family agreed to take a camping trip to Eastern Washington, even though it was short notice. The two families met at a gas station about halfway between Seattle and Bellevue so that they could drive down to the campsite together, since the Rios' didn’t exactly know where they were going.
By Jessica Perez8 years ago in Horror
New Burnley (Part 1)
The people of New Burnley were a peculiar sort, having been secluded within the acres of woodland very few knew of its existence and those who did never attempted to reach it. Accessed through dirt paths and narrow cliffs and beyond Lake Sebastian so named due to the unfortunate death of one of New Burnley’s founders on August 9th, 1759.
By Richard Le Tourneau8 years ago in Horror
War On Sauce
Idalis Bowman The Great War was happening and nothing was going to stop that. All of my comrades were excited to fight for their country and for their family, but I could see straight through the bull and realized this war was useless. However, I would be shunned, driven to suicide if I didn't join the rest of them to our doom. I was talking to a stranger I had met at the market, an old man in a wheelchair who strangely resembled a pirate, about the war and he was obviously thrilled that I would be protecting and serving. I was buying food for a party I would have tonight and the man asked me, “Are you going to join the war to end all wars?” I said yes, but very unconvincingly. He seemed enraged that I wasn’t more enthusiastic about it and said that he would “gladly join” if he wasn't bound to his chair.
By Idalis Bowman8 years ago in Horror
Mid Afternoon Pit Stop
I was driving home one afternoon from college. It was an hour and a half drive, and I had a sandwich and a water to hold me over. Unfortunately, I needed to release a little water. I could make it, but I wasn't comfortable. I was debating on pulling of when I saw a house which reminded me there was a rest stop coming up. I wasn't on any sort of a time crunch so I resolved to treat myself.
By Alexander Ender8 years ago in Horror
Dark Night Part 4
I would love to say this kind of thing was just a casual headache, a minor nuisance in my paranormal adventures, but no this was pretty scary. Every fiber of my being told me get the hell out of there. This is why Scott didn’t want to come in the house, this ghost right here. I noticed the ring of light from my flashlight subtly vibrating, and soon realized it was because I was trembling. “Hi.” My voice cracked and I cleared my throat. “Ahem…hi.” I finally managed. “You…you must be Beverly.”
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
Safe (Part 1)
Blood. Rivers of life flowed from the deep slashes on her stomach, arm, and leg merge with the snow turning it crimson as the ice froze it in place. A breeze laden with ice and petrol attacked her senses and face. Her eyes flickered as light bounced over her body, face and around the ground. Voices spoke, the sounds were distant, muffled. Another light passed over her face then a pair of abrasive hands tenderly opened her torn blouse and removed it as another pair of cold, callous hands applied bandages.
By Richard Le Tourneau8 years ago in Horror
Dark Night
I get letters and emails all the time, it comes with the territory when you do freelance journalism in a field where people desperately want to be believed. It’s why I have a post office box; if I had all this stuff, it would bury the door to my apartment. Most of it is crap from businesses looking for an endorsement saying they are "haunted" to drum up business and I don't do that. I have it on my website that I don't do that. It’s in the disclaimer at the end of every article I write that I don't do that. Yet here I am, loading a box of letters into my bag, and most of them ask me to look into their haunted business. Mind you, if I did I could afford a nicer apartment and car, but that would torpedo any integrity I held as a journalist.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
Mud
He was comfortably alone in the woods. It was peaceful; the only sounds were of the light breeze rustling leaves, some far off birds, and the light sounds of his shoes on the mossy ground. Brilliant orange shined sideways through the leaves as the the sun sunk against the mountains. He stopped to take it all in before he had to head back to campus. His mind was clear. He noticed the sound of trickling water coming from behind and to his left, not too out of his way as he made his way back. He didn't know there was a stream in these woods, but this was the first time he'd come this far. The light was getting steadily more pale, so he was just going to make a note of the surroundings so he could return to further investigate. He picked up his pace and the water got louder. He still couldn't see it, but his feet were leaving soggy footprints. The smell of stagnant water hit his nostrils. His right foot sunk into a dark patch of moss on the side of a puddle. The left foot stomped down, but he lost his balance. Mud and moss climbed to his elbows as he tried to break his fall. He kept falling.
By Alexander Ender8 years ago in Horror
