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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.

Watcher
Nothing on this earth could ever fill up the hole that Adley Myers had in her heart. Things just started happening. Things that couldn't be explained, even by very smart and gifted people. What would happen next?
By Sabal Cloonan8 years ago in Horror
Where the Souls Go
Where the Souls Go Between the bridge of life and death, do you ever wonder what lies on the other side? Do you ever wonder where your soul goes? The town of Lunar is best known for their forest, the Forest of Souls. It is said, that when a full moon hangs in the night sky, lost souls rise above to walk the Earth. Most have said they have heard sorrowful cries for help at night. Legend has it that the last soul to walk the earth belonged to a maiden named Lucy. Lucy had lived in the town of Lunar all her life. When Lucy was a child, her mother warned her not to go near the forest on a full moon. Lucy never stepped foot within the forest since then.
By Natyri Unknown8 years ago in Horror
Who Are You?
At first it felt like nothing more than a rare phenomenon, maybe a slight obsession with the idea that something special was happening to me. I am unique, chosen perhaps. But it didn't take long for those thoughts to exit my mind the more she appeared to me. She has no name, no clear face, she barely even has a personality. She's just always there. The moment my head hits the pillow and the dream-filled slumber takes over, she's there. Waiting for me. Itching to bombard my mind with questions of why? Who are you? What do you want from me? Yet there is never an answer in sight.
By Holly Anne8 years ago in Horror
Them
Part One: The Night Diary Entry: Saturday June 10 My eyes burst open. I lie still for a couple of minutes I’m staring at the ceiling. Sweating, I know that I am not alone. I can feel eyes on me. They are in the room. Something is in the room. I’m now unable to move. I can’t even turn my head. I can’t look down. I feel the sheet start to pull down. I’m sure that this is it. The sheet is almost all way off now, trying to scream but no sound comes out. The silence is deafening. The sheet is gone now and suddenly I’m able to move. It’s light outside the window… What just happened?
By Malachi Wyatt8 years ago in Horror
The Shadow Puppet
Phasing out the film that I had watched probably over a hundred times, I began to focus on my shadow which was flickering on the wall directly behind me. I raised my hand and my shadow mirrored my actions. I began to create shapes using my hands and body movements, a swan, an elephant, and a dog. I turned back around, loading up Pokemon on my Gameboy and continued to play when suddenly the power cut out.
By Leon Wolfgaard8 years ago in Horror
The Thing in the Mirror
Chapter 1 What am I? Am I human? Where would I go? Who will I meet? What will my name be? Will I have friends? Where would I live? Will I ever get married? Will any of my questions get answered. Why do I feel so strange and why can't I see anything? What's happening to me...wait, I see something...yeah it's a...it's a light I think...it's growing...I..I...I see my mom. She is beautiful, but what am I..I feel so weird. I think I can walk but I'm not sure? I...I have a brother—ohh look, I have another brother and a sister, but does that mean I am the older or younger?
By Andromeda Shirey8 years ago in Horror
The Outbreak - Chapter 2
Almost as if time had reversed itself, the car rolls down the same never ending road we were on returning from LA; I can almost taste the irony. With the wheel in hand and the blood soaked retracting roof now stuck to the back of the car, I’m sat in the driver's seat with Sam in the passenger seat, Jade behind her and Jordan behind me. Lucy is perched between them like an anxious bird - frozen in fear or turmoil. The heat is excruciating, every ball of sweat that slowly makes its way down my face or off my arms leaves a lukewarm trail that I feel during every second of it. I'm unsure if the heat is from the sun or the burning cars at the side of the road. The silence is both comforting and awkward; words avoid our mouths, stuck inside our heads just screaming for release. It feels as though days have gone by instead of minutes.
By Dud8 years ago in Horror
Two Sentence Horror Stories Part 1
I have been a fan of horror ever since I was a young child. I found the stories fascinating and loved the thrill the films gave me. In addition, I also read many online stories, which fueled my imagination. I began to write short two sentence stories, and I would like to share them with you all. I hope you enjoy them!
By Chance Burnett8 years ago in Horror
Cold
Wolfen claws or Dracula fangs didn't scare me. Things that went bump in the night, I ignored. The nether-beasts howling their agony from below didn't phase me. The wolfen were an urban legend, meant to scare youngsters. The vampires feared my name. The animated dead; those rotted corpses that hell didn't want, avoided me. At my name, they shrieked in terror, begging to be free of what I might do to them.
By Ransom Backus8 years ago in Horror
The Reaping
The Reaper I first met the reaper when he came for my hamster. I watched as the doorknob slowly turned and the door creaked open. I was expecting Jane, my caretaker—if you could call her that. But it was not Jane. Definitely not Jane. A very tall, skinny figure peered into the room. It crept quietly across the floor to the hamster cage and reached in.
By Black Pearl8 years ago in Horror
The Sack Man (Part 1)
This is a few pages from my new novel which I'm currently editing. The book will be available on Halloween. The Sack Man is the second part in my series of horror novels about demons, demonic possession, witches, ritual sacrifice, love, hate, and friendship.
By Richard Le Tourneau8 years ago in Horror
Gothic Short Story
I didn't indulge myself with many possessions; my bedroom was furnished with basic pine, a small table beside the stained bed, a thin, tall wardrobe opposite the bed. Then just a single window, brown frame and poorly constructed. It wasn't much, and I didn't need it to be, everything I had was ripped from me in days past.
By Scott8 years ago in Horror