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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 Omen
The warm colour of dusty orange filled the sky. Children filled up the playgrounds as the day came to an end. The November wind slapped on my skin as I read Atonement by Ian McEwan. While I read the last few pages, I felt the wind quickly picking up. I looked up at my surroundings and noticed no one was there, I frowned to myself on how the playground was so empty in just a matter of seconds. The wind was now harder and more aggressive, the skies became dark and cloudy, the feeling of safety wasn’t existent, the feeling of unease sent waves through my body. The merry-go-round spun by itself due to the intense wind, the swings were swinging and the leaves remained flying everywhere. That’s when I feel my instincts kick in, I quickly stood up and shoved my book in my school bag and fling it over my shoulder. I began to pick up my pace as I walked away, something didn’t feel right. As I jerked my legs to start running, I felt someone grab my backpack strap behind me, making me stumble and holding me in place—keeping me very still. My breaths became shaky; it was quiet, very quiet. Just the sounds of the strong wind and leaves of nature. I slowly turned my head behind me to see who is there. No one; instantly I felt myself getting thrown across the park, making me fly and plummeting onto the hard, dusty ground.
By shaunah bella7 years ago in Horror
Sample: 'Inhuman Error.' First of the UPD Series, by James Lief and Reed Alexander, 2019
Inhuman Error: Part of a three book series that follows a specialist unit of the FBI called the Unnatural Perpetrators Department. The UPD is charged with hunting down and stopping serial killers of 'unnatural origins.'
By Reed Alexander7 years ago in Horror
Hair of the Dog (Finale)
Trudy Bigg had a walk-in freezer. We had a dead werewolf in need of preservation. We rolled into the empty parking lot at MeeMaw’s with Maudie’s lolling carcass in the Jeep, wrapped in its borrowed tarp. The bar wasn’t open yet, but we could see Trudy lounging on the porch swing of the little cottage she kept on the hillside behind it, sipping coffee. I strolled to the foot of her concrete stairs, leaving Nick to guard our precious cargo.
By Liz Zimmers7 years ago in Horror
Hair of the Dog (Pt. 6)
She rose out of the darkness of the laurels and made her way to the foot of the steps, fast and lithe, her bare feet silent. Her nakedness was terrible, her body lean and ropy with muscle, her limbs long and built for swiftness. Age had touched her little, and she rolled her powerful shoulders in something like ecstasy under the caress of the murky moonlight. She looked up at me with her leafshadow eyes, and the cognac rings around her irises burned golden.
By Liz Zimmers7 years ago in Horror
Roses
My roses were blooming again. I'd always tried to take special care of them. They were my prized possessions and the only thing that seemed to bring me any peace or joy while I was stuck in the degenerate hole. And they had the audacity to call it a neighborhood. Don't get me wrong. It actually used to be quite a peaceful neighborhood to live in. That was until those monsters moved in across the street.
By Mina Ramey7 years ago in Horror
Hair of the Dog (Pt. 5)
Just like that, my romance with the night was over. A wave of adrenalized fear swept me up the steps and past him into the lobby. My teeth clacked and shivers wracked me. Whatever warm fuzziness our drinking binge had afforded me was gone. Nick handed me a beach towel and crossed the room to crouch at the fireplace. We had stacked some of the dry wood from the porch in it earlier, and now he stuffed it with crisped leaves and old newspaper from the litter in the room and set a flame to it. Sweetish smoke rose and infused the air, then the welcome crackle of burning oak. The fire leaped; we stretched our hands out to it.
By Liz Zimmers7 years ago in Horror
Hair of the Dog (Part 4)
I emerged into the hot fog of beer, grease, and cheap aftershave that defined Friday night at MeeMaw’s, and for a moment, I was sure the storm had arrived to knock out the electricity. The place was dim, lit by flickering candles, and strings of blinking white and blue Christmas lights festooned along the dirty junction of the walls and acoustic tile ceiling. The juke crooned out a slow country ballad in the requisite twang at full volume, and couples thronged the dance floor, swaying and groping in the summer gloom.
By Liz Zimmers7 years ago in Horror
Hair of the Dog (Pt. 3)
MeeMaw’s Tavern gleamed in the hazy twilight, the flaws in its weather-bitten white paint smoothed away by storm light and the romantic flush of neon beer signs. A low building, it appeared to rise from the depths of a colossal pothole. The dirt lot, jammed with pick-up trucks, funneled toward the crooked concrete slab of its porch where a single caged bulb flickered over the screen door. We parked under the boughs of an elderly oak, far enough away to be beyond the reach of the light, but close enough to feel the tremble in the chassis from the rocking juke inside the tavern. Lynyrd Skynyrd’s "Whiskey Rock-A-Roller" spilled out on a buzz of laughter and raucous conversation. We climbed from the Jeep into the electric air. Above us, a growl of thunder competed with the tavern din, a ponderous sound like that of a piano rolling across a marble floor, and heat lightning cracked the indigo sky.
By Liz Zimmers7 years ago in Horror
Hair of the Dog (Pt. 2)
Inside, the cabin was dim and musty. Crumbling stacks of newspapers covered every surface. The kitchen counter held a collection of dented coffee cans, some bent and shedding rust. An ancient glass coffee pot sat on a stove burner, burbling like a tar pit. I’d seen the propane tank by the side of the house. There was no electricity or running water. A hand pump rose beside the vast enameled sink. Maudie fished two chipped mugs from the depths of the sink and gave each a rub on her apron. She set them beside the stove and turned to wave a long finger at Nick.
By Liz Zimmers7 years ago in Horror
