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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 Black Rope Fiend
It was an especially dark evening in that ever so gruesome year of 1693. The wind howled through the darkness traveling to my location; briefly kissing my neck before again traveling onward. I walked at a brisk pace up the marble stair case of Morrison Mansion. The light of the open room stretched down the old moldy hallway. It walls almost devoid of colors from the years abuse. Taking one last breath of sinless air I wandered into the dim light. This must be heaven I thought to myself with a smug smile. The wind crawled through holes in the windows and walls, racing one another down the empty hall. When I reached the origin of the light I pushed open the aged door. It creaked in pain revealing a woman whose body was that of a peach. Bright and full of life. She stood nude, tied to the wall. I looked at her with pity. Did she deserve to die? No. She deserved to be cherished, and I would make sure of that. Her face was beautiful and fair, yet her eyes had a hungry look. I closed mine, feeling as though my mind was invaded by some sinister force. Visions of color and sounds blurred my thoughts. I scratched my head violently. The noise stopped and I was thrown into reality again. I walked closer, but was interrupted by the sound of another approaching from behind. Could this be him? A master of his trade. Death himself? I ducked to the right, hiding behind a large dresser. A man strolled in. His pace was quick and his body swayed as if listening to a daunting tune. He seemed rather cheerful. He was dressed in a large over oat and tight trousers. Both looked to be old and ragged. When he approached the woman. Her eyes opened wide. I could feel her pulse from my hiding place.
By Liely Harrow8 years ago in Horror
Reclamation
Low, sultry tones echoed from the piano as Morgana's fingers slid across the ebony keys. Moonlight faded into the gallery from the wide windows, bathing her in a sliver of light. Slowly the tune picked up speed, teasing out her fingers, daring her to keep up.
By Lystra Vestal8 years ago in Horror
Something Wicked
“Michael. You know you’re not supposed to be doing things like this.” I held the paper in my hand pointing to the top. He had written, “I am the sign of the beast” where his name should have been. And, he wrote 666 where all of the answers should have gone. It was a little strange, but most kids did something inappropriate with an assignment. I don’t know how many phallic symbols I’m seen on little boy’s papers through the years.
By Matthew Donnellon8 years ago in Horror
The Murderer
The sun rose in the sky, its bright rays shinning over the “Black” house. The lone house stood away from other homes in a field. The house was enormous with a huge tower that could be seen for miles. Every day Mr. Black would climb up the total two-hundred stairs to the tip of his tower. From here he would watch over the city. The time was 12 PM. Mr. Black sat in his chair waiting and watching. He sat for hours gazing through his telescope, observing the citizens of the town. Occasionally he would stop and write in his notebook.
By Liely Harrow8 years ago in Horror
Sammie
I moved into my first apartment when I was twenty-three. I was fresh out of undergraduate and was moving into my sixth week of work as a project manager. At first, I enjoyed living by myself, but the feeling dwindled quickly. You become depressed after a while of coming home to an empty house every day.
By RisingStarFalls .8 years ago in Horror
A Murder
There was a murder on campus; a murder of crows that is. In this specific murder or group, there were six crows. They could be found anywhere altogether, perched in the same order. It was easy to pinpoint them out from the other crows. Each crow in this murder had something very particular about them, their own characteristics. The first that was always on the left end was very tiny. It could have been easily mistaken for a black robin. The second was of enormous size. It was the fattest crow one would see in a lifetime. The third had feathers that were ruffled up and would point in all directions. The fourth had a single, small patch of purple feathers on its left side, above its wing. The fifth, unlike the others, didn't have any unique physical traits. The one thing that made this crow stand out was its deep and low caw. The sixth crow that was always on the right end of the group was by far the strangest of them all because its right eye was a bold red. Not faded or bright red, but a strong red. Where this murder came from is unknown.
By Emily Ericson8 years ago in Horror
Heartbreaker
Morgana laughed, stretching out her new body. She bent down, grabbing the book that had once been her only housing and strolled out. Now it was her turn to lock people away. Footsteps were already stomping in the floors above, worried tones drifting down from the staircase. You really think you're little pets are going to be enough, my love? Guards streamed down the stairs in a river of steel and cloth. Swords glinted in the candle light.
By Lystra Vestal8 years ago in Horror
The Welcoming
"One tree, two tree, three tree, four. Five tree, six tree, seven tree more," sang Ashley as she sat in the passenger seat, watching trees pass by her window. Her husband, Brad, drove the car down the long, country road. He leaned his head on his fist and used one hand on the steering wheel. Ashley's feet were propped up on the dashboard as she sang her tune.
By Emily Ericson8 years ago in Horror
