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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.
Snapshot
Sorrow, all I can feel is sorrow. Everything else I’ve pushed away. Where there was once happiness and love, there is just an aching hollowness. It’s as if the rest of me has shut down. I stare vacantly at my bedroom walls and it doesn’t matter what anyone says to me, nothing will change. How can I feel anything else when she’s gone?
By Molly Winton7 years ago in Horror
Prelingual
Phillip had lived his entire eight years without being able to hear so much as his mother's voice. But, despite his disability, he still did normal things. He joined Little League, played soccer, and even started skating when he turned seven. For a long time, it didn't hold him back, and he didn't mind being different.
By Melody Humby7 years ago in Horror
555-0918
Ethan had been planning this party for a whole week. His parents were going out of town to visit his grandmother, who had been recently hospitalized, and he knew it was the perfect time to show everyone at school he wasn’t the loser they all thought he was.
By Melody Humby7 years ago in Horror
Yellow Eyes (Pt. 1)
I could see it sitting there, waiting, its yellow eyes staring into mine. The shadow that lived within the shadows. I didn't know what to make of things when we had our first encounter. Was he a friend, or was he a threat? That was something I had yet to figure out, even after all this time. He was always there, but never dared come into view. That is, until he did.
By Clarissa Joyce7 years ago in Horror
Running
The mirror shattered as it hit the ground, leaving one piece hanging limply off of the fixture. One piece big enough to see my eyes and nose. My eyes. The once beautiful blue orbs that shone brightly with joy, happiness, and serenity were now replaced with the dull gleaming reflection from the single light bulb sitting keenly above the broken mirror.
By Emmy Pichie7 years ago in Horror
Crunch
The girl heard the sound of something almost directly behind her. It was a crunchy sound, the kind of noise you hear sometimes, as you walk in a field, right after a first frost. It was getting late and she knew George would have dinner waiting for her. It was a shadowy time of the evening. That time when it was dark, but if you looked hard, you could still see shapes around you. She pulled her sweater closer and wished she had her gloves in her pocket. Her hands were becoming stiff with the cold. Her stomach rumbled and she wondered what George had cooked for their dinner? The crunch sound came louder and she thought it sounded much closer. She shivered involuntarily and wished with all her might that she hadn’t had to stay late at the hospital tonight. Rose hadn’t shown up for her shift and they had asked her to stay until they found a replacement. Being who she was, Traci decided that of course she would stay for a few hours longer, to help out. Traci stumbled all of a sudden, as the night closed around her. She quickly regained her balance, and she had a sensation as if someone might be walking near her. She shivered and her blood seemed to drain from her head and she wondered if she might faint? How she wanted George to be walking beside her right now. Another crunch, a quick, loud thud and a slight moaning sound pierced the dark, velvet like, night. Traci’s blood ran cold throughout her body. She wanted to run. She was afraid. She wanted to be home safe, in the warm comfort of the house she shared with George, in her bed, in his arms. Traci felt lifted momentarily off her feet. The sensation, shocked her, and darkness quickly shut down her thoughts as she lost consciousness.
By Marsha Morgan Medina7 years ago in Horror
