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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.
Beating Transgressions
1. Jennifer was late for the party. She fumbled to find her car keys in the mess that was her overnight bag. It was filled with used tissues and empty vodka bottles bought from the cheap liquor store around the corner, she was drunk and it was time to leave.
By Henry Sheperd7 years ago in Horror
Christie's Story
8. She sits upright in bed. Beaded in sweat from her clear formed brow to her twat. She had a nightmare and she knew why. She looks over to her right, and there he is, the reason she's been losing sleep. The reason she's lost so much sanity in recent months. Christie almost couldn't believe it. How could she have lost all her power? Before, douche bags by the dozen would line up with their little pricks in their hands waiting for their chance at something marvelous, something bigger than their miserable fucking lives. She exclaims in silence. How could she forget?
By Henry Sheperd7 years ago in Horror
The Creek's Light Chapter 1: Personality Disorder
The sounds of running water rushing down as a cool but gentle breeze hits my face. I can smell a nice scent of lavender sending a calming sigh to come from my mouth. I knew for a fact that his peaceful darkness never lasted like how I wanted to. *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* I knew it...
By 7 years ago in Horror
A Pagan's Inquisition
Our town was Pagan, and consisted of gypsies and other groups of nomads. My name was Yndira. I was half-French and half-Indian (my mom was white enough and knew French) and a redhead. Our town was in France, but close to the border with England. There was a city there that ruled our town. The guards they sent were cold and unwelcome. They wore red and yellow tabards with Crusaders’ crosses on them, which meant they were sent by their bishops. They had armor under their tabards and carried spears. I certainly never welcomed them.
By Alexandra F7 years ago in Horror
The Possessed Spirit
Marla Cleary sobbed as she clung to her husband while watching the small casket being lowered into the ground. It was her 9-year-old son, Davey, who had passed away from cancer. They had battled his cancer for three years and were defeated two weeks ago when they told their son goodbye in his hospital bed as he took his final breath.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Horror
Doug
He’s cute, affectionate, and well behaved for a puppy. The owner calls him a mutt, but Hope will name him Doug. A dog is the last thing she wants, but after everything she’s been through, her friends convinced her it was a good idea. She normally doesn’t give in to peer pressure but at this point, she will try anything to feel normal again. Doug is her last shot at the kind of life she’s desperate for.
By Amy Coleman7 years ago in Horror
A Good Book
The snow was falling outside the window of the old bookstore. You could tell the store was old from the mold in every corner and the smell of cats. As I sifted through each bookshelf, I could tell most of these books haven’t been looked at in years because they were dusty, and their spines were slowly falling apart like little old ladies.
By Michelle Werbeck7 years ago in Horror











