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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 Boy
The boy would be safe here, tucked up inside the toy cupboard. Surely, he would be safe. He had no idea what was going on outside now that Mummy and Daddy had stopped screaming, and the men had stopped shouting. The remaining sounds, the snarls and the wet ripping noises, were alien to him, made more terrifying by their relative quiet in comparison to the storm of screams that had gone before.
By George Ross8 years ago in Horror
The Shattered Mirrors
I sat alone in a darkened room. The light flickered through the window due to the odd car that flew past at high speed. The quiet yet deafening tick of the clock spread throughout the rooms of this forbidden house, the creaking of wooden floorboards groaning above me while I read. The dusted parchments littered the floor and my legs as I scanned through them, a curious fleck of amazement flickering in my sharp blue eyes that absorbed the information carefully spread across the paper.
By Bethany Hollis8 years ago in Horror
Beautiful Nightmare Part 3
"Please... I'm sorry." I pause and look up from where I'm cleaning the blood off the 'tail in the attached bathroom. Mariah is a sight to behold, dripping blood from multiple open welts that dot the once pristine landscape of her body. She looks good like that, all open and sore and filled with agony.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Times Up
“The still night air hangs heavy in the forest valley, clouds have overtaken the moon, cutting light and visibility between the trees into mere shreds of their former glory. If you were to stand absolutely still and listen intently you’d slowly begin to realise, there are no sounds, anywhere. The nocturnal creatures have hidden themselves away in fear of what prowls the landscape, clinging to the shadows and moving at an impossible pace, this shadow looms especially dark, almost void like, as it traverses the valley in its insatiable lust for prey, nothing but carnage litters it’s path, large chunks smashed out of previously healthy living trees, entire tracts of plant life, rotted beyond recognition and the putrefying carcasses of any creature unfortunate enough to be uncovered from its hiding place.”
By Trick Fae8 years ago in Horror
The Rules of Therapy
1 “Drive safe, Carolyn.” She’d been seeing Dr. L for a couple months now. She just seemed so different and I worried about her.
By Taylor Piette8 years ago in Horror
Musical Hordes
Musical Hordes Music is the only thing left that separates us from the hordes of walking dead that walk outside our hideouts. As you can imagine, music has gotten very expensive, with no factories left to produce CDs. Even more expensive still considering the latest "studies" (conducted by the remaining people on this world), these studies show that depending on the infected individual, certain music will subdue them. Personally, I don't believe this. I just believe music is what separates us—they can't make music, they're brain-dead. The goal for survivors is to have the largest music collection possible. Even those with massive music collections were forced to leave their music at home in their trek to safety areas. I'm getting a little ahead of myself.
By Aaceeo Picosoneo8 years ago in Horror
Beautiful Nightmare Part 2
I've always loved the sounds of screams. Not the fake shit that sex workers make for the benefit of their partners or even the kind made by those who scream an announcement of their orgasms.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
The Struggle
I need to find out why my father killed me... This must be a strange way to start a story, but this is how my story began.
By Icy Quinn8 years ago in Horror
Beautiful Nightmare
I step onto the porch, the screen door clacking loudly against the doorjam behind me. The wind howls loud as shit beyond the porch, the screen walls serving only to keep the snow from landing on the wood floor of this rinky old cabin.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Love, Betrayal, & Evil
"Kai," she yelled as she caught sight of him and his long dark brown, wavy hair and bright smile. She ran towards him, her tears glistening her face. Joy, relief, content, and sadness ran through her veins. She could see no one else as he outstretched his arms awaiting her touch. But something seemed wrong as she approached him, getting closer and closer. His eyes were coal black and churning with emotion she didn't quite recognize on him. His arms looked more threatening than embracing. Was it all her imagination? He looked dark and filled with twisted evil. His lips, no longer a loving smile, showed a snarled, evil, smirk. She was now standing face to face with him. This isn’t Kai, she thought. Her heart beat faster as she tried to take a step back. But he already had a tight grip on her forearm. His touch felt like ice. She shivered as she felt the pulse of evil shudder through her body. His cold hands wrapped around her neck. She felt her lungs contract as she tried to breathe. She tried yelling for help but couldn’t find enough air to make words. Why isn’t anyone helping me?! Someone help! Can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me, she thought wildly. She could see the tourists and city people walking past in her peripheral vision. She saw the taxi screech to a halt before it could hit the pedestrian. She saw the lights change from green to red. Why couldn’t anyone else see her? She felt herself slipping. Slipping into a dark instated trance. She had no strength in her. No one would save her. Here stood the love of her life, her best friend, strangling her to death. His twisted, evil smile and coal black eyes would be the last thing she ever saw. Burned into her eternal memory. At last, she struggled to breathe out her last breath and closed her eyes. This is it, she thought, I forgive you Kai. I love you... and she sank into an eternal, dark oblivion.
By blazina love8 years ago in Horror
Veronica's Venom
I watched her on the bench, quietly reading her book as she pushes her red hair out of the way. She likes horses. That’s one of the things I hated most about her. I wanted to rip those freckles out and feed her to her precious horse. The breeze was calming, quiet, and cold.
By Ember Joy8 years ago in Horror
Impostor
I. The return Unlike most of the boys mustered out and sent homeward, Enoch Thomson received no horse. The stable boy said they were all spoken for, which meant, Enoch supposed, one was expected to spend a year trudging from Vermont to Maryland, suffering in the shit, and trudging back again, but one oughtn’t bother about a horse at the end despite one’s troubles. He estimated walking from Brattleboro to Derobe Valley Village would take three days, accounting for sleep and meals. And he wasn’t the only one going home the long way (he hadn’t seen any of the other surviving black soldiers on horses) and more importantly, he was free. It was over.
By Jay Tilden8 years ago in Horror