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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.
HorseNado
A huge tornado was forming on the east side of the U.S and it stretched from Mississippi to Maine. Kentucky was right in the middle of its path. Everything that was picked up in the storm was directed to the middle (Kentucky). The whole state of Kentucky was hit really hard by houses, cars, and other debris, but there was one thing that no one could have predicted would fly into Kentucky. It was about to be full on Armageddon.
By Landon Hodge8 years ago in Horror
The Children
They sounded like they were coming from a tunnel. Their voices echoed throughout my skull, bouncing off the edges of every bone. My heart raced as I looked around for where they were coming from. Over-and-over they said the same thing. Their laughter chilled my spine, and made my skin crawl.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Horror
The Curious Case of Emma Lee
It was a rainy day, the day that I met her. I remember the raindrops making their way down the shop windows as I walked along the sidewalk. I clutched my collar, holding it close to keep the precipitation out, and to keep the last vestiges of warmth inside my jacket. The jacket was old and worn, and it was already doing an unsatisfactory job keeping the rain at bay; I refused to carry an umbrella. My shoes splashed in the ever-growing menagerie of puddles, and I had to find some respite from the rain. I put my hand on the next handle I saw and pulled it open.
By Matthew Donnellon8 years ago in Horror
Freedom
Jail bars broke open, allowing a tentacle to flow through and open the door. Alarms went off in the jail as the Guardians went to the broken cell door. They ran in to find it empty. As a door slammed behind them, a dark figure smiled at his success as he turned the lock. He vanished out of the jail and out onto the road.
By Cole Huerter8 years ago in Horror
Letter to Dr. Frederick Reynolds
Foreword When my Aunt Flo died, husbandless and childless, and with my father not wanting to leave the task to a lawyer who might throw out old papers—such as follows, that may not seem valuable to anyone outside of our family, it was left to me to go through Flo's personal effects, the strain of going through his beloved sister's belongings being too much for my father's weak heart.
By David Brown8 years ago in Horror
Inhabitants
You can panic. That's fine. You have time to panic, but you don't need to. You can, but you don't need to. You've already run into the wrong direction, you've already lost your backpack of supplies, but sure, panic. You can, but you don't need to. It was well known time was dwindling whenever you hesitated. The way they operate looks to be more than just mindless, maladroit rage. They're improving, honing their savagery and correcting themselves. They began with individual spouts of attacks—you could deal with that. That was fine. Over the next few weeks, they've shown a rapid growth in their hunting. They seem to hunt together now. You've seen them work together before. It was still chaotic, but not like this. This was new. This was organized. Too organized.
By Hannah Horror8 years ago in Horror
Haunting Me Part 7
Part 7 What followed was a trip between Washington, Joyce, and myself to a storage unit her father kept in town. Opening it up, I found a time capsule to everything Joyce’s mother was. Favorite pieces of furniture, art work, clothing, and boxes of records. “My mom was a nurse…” she said.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
The Tape
During the misty day of a warm summer morning in 1954, March 27th, in a vacant town 15 miles away from Greensville, Tennessee, the scorched body of a 25-year-old women was found inside a kitchen stove of a small farm house with 15 acres of land. The 25-year-old lady had thick, black hair that flowed like a wave in the wind. Her eyes were as hazel as a brown-green leaf in the fall. A video camera was found on a table looking at the oven. Unfortunately, the tape was gone at the time.
By Nathaniel Page8 years ago in Horror
Lovely Little Liar
The cold world slept, unaware of the nightmare that was among them. Only fools and the desperate dared the frigid night. It was the worst blizzard in the history of the city. Howling winds, snow piled against doorways, cars buried beneath a mountain of the frosty death, and best of all, the perfect night for a murder.
By Sarah Elkins8 years ago in Horror
