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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.
Prey For Me Pt. 3
EVANN Beep! Beep! Beep! Evann woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the blood thundering through his head. His pulse sounded as loud as his alarm, and he felt nauseous. Reaching over, he slammed a hand down towards his alarm. Instead, it came down on his glasses with a crack. He swore under his breath and fumbled around trying to get at the right button on the alarm clock.
By Stephen Biller8 years ago in Horror
Ashlyn's Darkness
It's happening again, mommy and daddy are fighting. I sit in the far corner of my room and hide my face behind my knees, I just want the fighting to stop. "The drinking has to stop Tommy! I can't take it anymore! You have to choose, the booze or your family!" Mom yells from the kitchen. I flinch when I hear loud slapping sound follow her words, mom screams and begs for daddy to stop. I cover my ears and close my eyes tight, just block out the noise, that's what she always tells me.
By Jinx Cipriano8 years ago in Horror
Through the Flames (Pt. 3)
Arthur lay there, pain still coursing through his body after trying to stand up. He looked around. It was too dark to make out any details, but he did know he was laying down on a thin bed roll; he felt the earth under him. He looked to his side and saw a cup next to him, he reached out, and grabbed it.
By Rodolfo Garcia8 years ago in Horror
The Used
I can remember a time where I was able to breathe fresh air. It was an October day. The kind that chills you from the inside whenever you inhale. This time of year used to be my favorite. I remember being a child and peering out the window watching long, willowy legs stride over colorful leaves across neighborhood yards on Halloween. Lanky children with glowing skin like porcelain and coal black eyes without lids rolling like large marbles in their skulls. I would always look out my window wishing I could venture past the guards and the barbed wire fence and join them on the other side. I was desperate for playmates and my brothers and sisters lay sick and still most of the time in our concrete apartment building.
By Kaylee Champa8 years ago in Horror
Blood
Blood. It’s the first thing I can taste as I slowly fade into consciousness. My tongue feels dry, like a stick of sandpaper stuck to the top of my mouth. I pull my eyes open with difficulty, feeling as if two anvils weighed against my eyelids. The metallic smell of my blood, maybe someone else's blood, I don’t know, fills my nose suddenly, clouding my head and making me gag. Everything is blurry and I can barely see because I am so dizzy. My stomach turns suddenly and I sit up, retching onto the ground, spitting the taste of pennies out of my mouth along with the meager contents of my stomach.
By Clare Strayer8 years ago in Horror
Prey For Me: Pt. 2
“Why, Logan?” Skeagan looked at his brother. “I just don’t understand why.” Logan’s friend Evann had been delivered safely home. Through a second-story window, Skeagan had noticed. Apparently, Evann’s family did not know of their son’s nighttime expeditions, either. The brothers now sat on a high branch of a 50 foot pine tree near their family’s country home. Logan sat closest to the trunk, leaning back against it. His eyes were closed, but Skeagan knew he wasn’t really asleep. The younger boy sat mid-branch, his feet dangling. The chilly wind that had been blowing earlier was now little more than a breeze, playing absently with Skeagan’s hair.
By Stephen Biller8 years ago in Horror
Prey For Me Pt. 1
The wind that blew against the back of Skeagan’s bare neck was bitterly cold. The sturdy, dark-haired young man could not tell, however. From birth, he had been unable to feel either hot or cold. No one in his family could. It was sort of a family trait, one of many that set them apart from other people in the small town of Swansboro, NC were they lived. Set them apart from most other people in the world, actually.
By Stephen Biller8 years ago in Horror
