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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.

Monogatari: The Tale of Castra
NARRATOR Flames engulf the Fountain Garden as Castra is on the floor holding onto her shoulder, blood streaking down her arm. Fenora kneels next to her, breathing hard. Their loose, thick trench coats are in tatters, soaked in blood, with dirt all over.
By BoblobV27 years ago in Horror
Running Round Red Mountain (Ch. 3)
(Message to the reader: If you have not read the first two chapters of the series, I highly recommend starting with those first. You can do so by heading over to my profile down below. However, if you have, enjoy reading and thank you so much for your support)
By Carlos Guerra7 years ago in Horror
Don't Go There (Part 4)
Don't Go There Written By: LaLa Leo February-March 2019 Part IV - The Mountain of the Dead "First Love Yourself. Today, we fly!" -LaLa Leo
By LaLa Leo7 years ago in Horror
Don't Go There (Part 3)
Don't Go There Written By: LaLa Leo February 2019 Part III - A Hiker's Nightmare "What really happened to my friends that night...?" - Yuri Yudin, The Dyatlov Pass Incident (Horror Movie) by Renny Harlin, Hollywood Director
By LaLa Leo7 years ago in Horror
Don't Go There (Part 2)
Don't Go There Written By: LaLa Leo February 2019 Part II - A Hiker's Dream "The best of the best can be the worst of the worst at times. Yes, misquoted, but still true." - LaLa Leo
By LaLa Leo7 years ago in Horror
Little Secrets (Ch. 1)
Let’s skip the prologue and jump right into it, shall we? The two of them were sisters in a rather large and complicated family known as the Roberts.
By Sabrina Sthay7 years ago in Horror
Don't Go There
Written: January 2019 When you're chasing your dream, do you oftentimes wonder if you're really chasing a nightmare? With deadly hazards looming and lurking around every nook and cranny, it is a miracle that most of us are favored enough to survive to adulthood and live long enough to watch our children enter adulthood as well. As miraculous as that is, for those that experience an untimely or tragic death, remorse grows within us that are left behind for loved ones lost to this ever-changing algorithm.
By LaLa Leo7 years ago in Horror
Routine
“What an adventure,” Sarah said aloud, while gazing at the stars. Having no idea what time it is or where on Earth she is exactly is liberating in some ways. A small fire crackles outside of the re-entry pod. The waves lap the shore, pushing on the rocks she had toiled to put into place a few days ago. The rocks spell out “HELP” on the beach.
By Davyd LaPonsie7 years ago in Horror
Static Mirror
A raving lunatic sat upon the ground, verbally assaulting the sensitivities of all within his near proximity. To any glancing ear not partaking in the verbal vomit, the world might merely be ending in a number of insidious ways. To any who might take a gander at the doomsday notifications, the words might perhaps be rather hilarious. What is a better way to feel like one's life is far superior than viewing man lacking both heart and hearth, one who seems trapped in the drugs that seemingly set him free? What the listener may not realize is that we are all stuck in the same cycle, but with drugs by any other name. One girl, who felt herself wizened beyond her years, and her thoughts purer than most, pitied the man and his significant lack of clothing. Every day for the past half year, she filled his cup with silver- and copper-toned currencies, the coins clicking gracefully against his cracked chalice.
By Bri7 years ago in Horror
Imagine... You're Me
Chapter 1 Imagine, you’re me. You’re 14, living with your mom, visiting your dad every other weekend. You’re a girl. You rate an “OK” on the scale between “Yuck” and “WOW.”And you’re tall, like 5’10” tall. Which guarantees that up to this point, no guy has even looked at you… because they are all shorter. But your mom has assured you they will catch up in College.
By MJ Dunn7 years ago in Horror
A Little Spill of Blood
A girl in her young adult years stalked the darkness. Her hood loomed over her face, as she slunk silently in the black empty streets. Bounding up the side of the building she jumped up, passing the last few rungs of the ladder and flung herself to the opposite side of the building's roof. “Are you there? Yes, of course he is. Why would anyone miss an opportunity for a free woman?” She glared watching her prey: a woman crossing the road laughing and giggling like a child. Tripping up the curb, they chuckled and fell into the building the girl watched from. Waiting a few moments, she slunk back to the ladder and sought out her victim.
By . Durzarina .7 years ago in Horror
Family Man
The black ink blotches fall on the thin paper from the crushed pen in my hand. This is the hand that is a part of the problem; a roadblock is what it also could be called. Whatever I call the problem, I still suffer from it and have become uncontrollable lately. When I was out with the family, I had a sudden urge to grab my wife by the neck. When we were walking with each other as the kids ran ahead of us, I saw her neck. I wanted to do something, then later today it was worse. My wife had brought an idea to my attention, to go out and have dinner without the children. If we were to go out and have a little fun, then that would relieve some stress the kids have given us. We have twins, they both are the age of seven, both boys, and they are robustious. Thankfully they exist actually, because if they weren't born, I would have done something to their mother. I wish I didn't have this inside me to force me to do horrible things. Accepting her offer, we went out with no children to run around with toy planes in hand. We had a refuge from everything, from crying to stomping at the restaurant. Still, I have a problem, a problem I cannot control; when I get the urge, I go to the restroom or somewhere so I won't expose myself. Luckily, when we were out, I wasn't suspicious when I went to the restroom.
By J.E. Wyatt7 years ago in Horror