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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.
Illusion
Illusion 25th April 1963, the day I was born bringing sorrow in the life of my father; it was the day he lost everything. As soon as my mother gave me birth, she died and I had to live with this reality as a curse. My father never loved me after that. My grandma was the one who took care of me like a mother. She was everything to me. Every night she used to tell me stories of fairies, witches, and magic. These stories were like a lullaby to me.
By Prateek Kathial7 years ago in Horror
Community Service—Chapter 1
Chapter 1 Three teenagers sat in the principal’s office, smelling of weed and regret. I was in the middle, sitting in between my two dumbass friends, glaring at them occasionally. Henry had somewhat sobered up and looked back at me with a small apologetic smile, as he knew that we wouldn’t be here if they listened to me. Owen, who was sat on my right, was the complete opposite, his head was resting against the back of the chair, the smile on his face hadn’t faltered as he stared up at the ceiling. I hated him at this moment, a complete 180 from the feeling I had when I had gotten his text about an hour ago.
By Lauren Hill7 years ago in Horror
Dinner Party (Pt. 4)
Having everyone stare at her made Evelyn a little uneasy, so she started to read: "Dear Evelyn, You were invited tonight because you know all the secrets of the other three guests here tonight, which is the reason you are the only one to receive a letter. You know the secret that each of them was arguing about tonight in the living room, who killed Mr. Cain. You know the truth about Mr. Cain and what actually happened to him. You were the only person who knew, or at least you thought you were the only person who knew. I figured out very easily what happened to Mr. Cain by reading your gossip column in the newspaper. Mr. Cain never died. He is still living to this day. You thought only you knew this, but in fact, I also know this secret. I also know where Mr. Cain is.
By Molly McDonald7 years ago in Horror
The 'Man in the Woods' Game
Nobody knows for sure what happened to the "Man in the Woods." Some say he was murdered and he stalks the forest looking for bodies to steal, others say he hunts people just to turn them into monsters like him. Those who have seen him say he is a tall man in tattered clothes with long, sharp teeth and eyes so black you’d swear he could steal your soul with one piercing look. Others, who were not so lucky, were never seen or heard from again.
By Melody Humby7 years ago in Horror
Marina
You stand at the balcony of the staircase, the early morning sun throwing rainbows of color over you like waves from the stained glass behind you. The cool, crisp air smells sweet as it brushes by through an open window. You take a deep, long awaited breath—you’re finally home. You’re in your very own place for the first time. It’s a good yet nervous feeling as you move down the stairs while examining the amazing wood work of the railing. It leads you to a grand entrance way, the polished ash grey wood floor and dark cream walls are warm and welcoming surrounded with the boxes left yet to unpack.
By Solveig Katherta7 years ago in Horror
Little Miss Molly
There she was again... the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. We took the same bus to and from school, and walk the same road home. I had never had the nerve to talk to her but, right then, I had to. The next day was graduation so it may have been my last shot. I raced up to her on the walk home, we were the only two that got off the bus here.
By Valentina Sophia7 years ago in Horror
Her Spirit Awaits (Pt. 1)
“The day started off like any other day. There was a crisp, autumn feel in the air. Perfect sweater weather. The scent of pumpkin spice filled the hallways, typical. Everyone was on their way to class. Everything was normal. No one was acting any different, they had no reason to. Except for him, Allen Foster, but he always acted weird. He majored in journalism and was very dedicated to his stories. He had gotten in trouble a few times already for going a little too far. It seemed like there wasn’t anything that kid wouldn’t do for a good story. His current topic was no different. The Clara Brooks Building of Performing Arts. The building had been shut down since the 60s, so it was strange that it was still there. The school used to do monthly tours, but then suddenly stopped. Why hadn’t it been renovated or torn down? Why was it shut down in the first place? Allen needed to find out. All he could do was breathe in the mystery surrounding the place, because the building was restricted. Too many weird things happened around it, so they cut off access to it. Allen didn’t care, though. This story could make or break him and he was determined to be the person that finally solved the mystery of…”
By Kayla Estremera7 years ago in Horror
The Man Who Shook
I felt the usual breeze of the passing train as I stood waiting for mine. It was a quarter until 11 when I realized that I was one of a few people at the station that night. There were some other business-type people like me to my left, standing a good distance away. But a few feet to my right was an old man in a long woolen, gray coat and a brown hat. He was hunched over, staring at the ground. He was shaking terribly as if he were cold.
By Emily Ericson7 years ago in Horror
