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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 Scarecrow
Collecting scraps to build a nest is tiring work, I thought to myself, circling one of my local fields for the sixth time that day. It wasn't a huge nor pressing issue, as the eggs I had laid were quickly snarfed up by a hungry bird of prey before they could hatch, but I needed a place of warmth to stay for the winter.
By ThatWriterWoman7 years ago in Horror
Curiosity Killed the Innocence
1. Two missing children, the caretaker and groundsman of Ford's Playfield was discovered dead with his throat torn apart and his flesh shriveled up like a raison.
By Kieren Hayward7 years ago in Horror
The Hiking Trip
So it's another ordinary day and my friend calls me up to ask me if I want to go hiking. I think to myself, well I want to do more to exercise and it has been a while, but hiking? It's been years since I've done anything like that.
By Eliza Vargas7 years ago in Horror
All for the Best
“I’m sorry, Danny. I am so, so sorry.” He just stared back at me in silence, those empty eyes drilling future nightmares deep into the roots of my brain, his lips parted in a half smile that made him look like he’d just gotten the punch line of some stupid joke. Blood dripped off my hair and onto the floor, staining the carpet. I don’t remember how it got there. I don’t remember how I got here.
By Travis Daniels7 years ago in Horror
Smile
Walking down the street one day, a man came to find a piece of folded paper on the ground. He picked it up, read its contents, and then tossed it back on the ground. “How stupid,” he remarked and continued forward.
By Emery Ravenwood7 years ago in Horror
Plant the Seeds of Evil
A figure stands tall in the doorway of this small underground room. The outline says male. He steps closer to me and drops down on a knee. I scoot backward to the wall; he breathes out an awful smelling gas. It seems to peel the skin off my bones. He reaches down to grab my hand so quickly I can't pull away. My wrist is being crushed in his grasp. He was determined to not let go until he did what he wanted to do. There is a slice and blood rushing from my palm. I scream as something is forced inside the wound. My head is spinning; I see black.
By Mooseppe7 years ago in Horror
Occam's Razor
It’s strange. Waking up doesn’t feel right. Even now, as I stare up at the pale ceiling of my bedroom, the feeling of exhaustion is still set deep inside my bones. I’ve been awake for about an hour, unable to sleep after the horrific nightmare that woke me. I can’t remember most of it. Only flashes remain, but the details are simple: I am in a bed, tubes protruding from my body, and a sound emulating around me. It fades in and out, and no sooner do I open my eyes to the early light of morning reaching through my window.
By Emery Ravenwood7 years ago in Horror
The Impossible Tree
My parents wouldn’t let me marry Harry. So, when they died in a car crash, I asked my granddad for his permission. He gave us his blessing. The only thing I remember about the church was the crooked tree tilting besides it.
By Chloe Gilholy7 years ago in Horror
Venomous Pain
The aesthetic of old Hollywood was something I grew up emulating until my teen years. Actresses like Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor and even Bette Davis were among the many women starring in the late night movies I'd sneak into the living room to watch while my foster parents were asleep. I wanted to be just as sultry as Marilyn, just as witty as Elizabeth and just as talented as Bette Davis. Unfortunately for me, I had zero skills as an actress and gave up that dream along with all the others that died along the way as we grew into adulthood.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Horror
Pale
1. Rose was drunk and walking alone late at night. She had lost her car keys and her phone was dead. "What am I going to do now?"
By Henry Sheperd7 years ago in Horror
Treading Water
They are sleeping, just sleeping. This is what Llorona would tell herself when she closed her eyes; gaping mouth, black night, too tired to remember to forget. Her babies, her seven angels and all seven of her deadliest sins, had died peaceful, their skin unbroken, their mouths closed against any chance of a scream. They hadn’t struggled when she scooped them from their beds. They had not cried out when she submerged their impossibly small faces in the tub she had bathed them in just hours before. They had known it was not the boogeyman, a bruja coming to drag them away into the night. The skin that grabbed them smelled of vanilla and chili powder, the arms had smelled like their mother and so they snuggled closer to her chest, even as she drowned them. They never had the chance to wake up.
By Aliza Dube7 years ago in Horror
Asylum 42
Halloween. It's a time for treats, costumes, parties, and tricks. This time of year represents not only a change of seasons but a change for teenagers as well. Every year, around this time, a group of costume wearing trick-or-treaters grows up. Those that developed a love for the season crave more than a candy-filled pillowcase, they want to experience the darker side of the holiday. The spirits that are said to traverse the earth for this short period of time become these teens' most sought-after treat. Still children at heart, they heed not the warnings that accompany Halloween and stumble blindly into a tradition they never really understood.
By Amy Coleman7 years ago in Horror