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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.

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Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Okay, we were in the car. The car that my parents just bought me. When I hit the tree, she was thrown through the windshield. Oh no, I hope my car isn't badly damaged! No, where are my priorities right now? For goodness sake can someone turn down those sirens?
By O Rose8 years ago in Horror
Loss of Morality
Amongst the daily lives of stressed individuals, Tray Horn has hardly had a speck less than glorious and exotic. Charity work is his main concern, especially to a few selected humans who desire things as much as him. Tray’s generosity hits a few of the town folk’s pockets, giving them the things they have always wanted such as money, recognition, and even death to others. Elizabeth Murning, Johnathon Aguilera, Rebecca Conerly, Lila Donning, and Michelle Williams are a few of the lucky winners, but were they lucky after all?
By Nancy Ceja8 years ago in Horror
Liars Into Lessons Part 7
By the time Asher makes it down the stairs, stumbling fully over the shoes and landing on his hands and knees among them, John's stopped making any noise. His screams are nothing more than fading echoes bouncing sadly off the walls.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Fevered Shadows
The chilled air bit sharply at the thin, damp dress that clung to the young woman’s skin. The small amount of hay that was thrown carelessly on the cold stone floor offered her little warmth. Her body convulsed as she rubbed her hands weakly against her arms. It had been a week since she arrived in the prison, and three days since the fever settled in. Those few days were a cluster of hazy nightmares that morphed into reality. The monstrous winged creature with black beady eyes and grotesque teeth would transform into the guardsmen that would toss stale bread in her cell every other evening. The short troll with spindly fingernails and patchy, greasy hair would become the floorman that would patrol the cells late at night. His shrill voice echoed through the dark corridor as he hissed and berated the frightened women, those he only referred to, venomously, as witch.
By Ara Rose8 years ago in Horror
Death Walking
Running, dashing, racing, call it what you want but that's what I was doing. I couldn't look back in fear of my life being snatched away by the creatures chasing after me. My heart was beating in my ears and my legs were throbbing, begging for me to stop but I just couldn't.
By Ember Joy8 years ago in Horror
Liars Into Lessons Part 6
The shadows of the living room are deeper than the ones upstairs. They're all encompassing and as I step into the far corner that gives me an easy view of the stairs, whole living room, and the kitchen entrance, I let those shadows wrap around me like the arms of a lover. I snuggle into them like you would a favorite blanket on a cold, rainy night.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Liars Into Lessons Part 5
The bedroom door rattles and I have a split second to decide whether to remain standing in the hallway or take the element of surprise and use it to my best advantage.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Serene Tragedy
My name is Becky Vement. I am a 16 year old girl that lives in a small town in the midwestern United States. My life is pretty normal to a point. I enjoy music and drawing. I like hanging with what few friends I have; we go to the mall and movies. You know, normal teenager stuff, right? Well, I wish my life was that simple.
By Darby weatherly8 years ago in Horror
Still Life of Allister
The heat surrounded me, steadily engulfing me until I suddenly sprung awake. I felt as if I were melting as I wiped the sweat from my forehead and looked up at the beaming sunlight pouring through the top of my tent. I reached over, grabbed my pants and shirt, and leisurely got dressed. I unzipped the front of the tent and crawled out, gathering myself and moving towards what was once my firepit but since had become a pile of ashes. I restarted the fire and placed my coffee pot on it, waiting for the slow brew. I sat on the ground and leaned back on my hands, taking a deep breath and feeling melancholy. I enjoy my time alone; I spend every day pretending to care about people’s lives and carrying on small talk before returning to my small apartment alone, so I always enjoy my solo camping trips. I have always been an introvert, preferring my own company. Something about the isolation of being in the woods brings me serenity. The coffee finishes brewing. I stand and pour myself a steaming hot cup of black coffee; I take a sip and stare to my right, deciding that is the direction I will head today. I relax a bit more until the coffee is finished, grab an apple from my bag and pack up my belongings and head off to the right. I enjoy each step, sound, smell, and visual. The sound of leaves crunching under my feet and animals scurrying along as I trample through their domain. I always tend to go off paths; I love feeling adventurous and exploring places where I imagine no man has set foot before. I follow sounds and sights, going wherever I see fit. Continuing through the forest I see what appears to be a circle of chairs and tree stumps in the distance. I trudge forward, advancing toward the circle. When I get about halfway, I reach out to steady myself on a tree and touch something odd that makes me jump and pull my hand back. I then notice it’s a piece of paper in a page protector nailed to the tree. It has been there a while as it is old, weathered, and curling in on itself.
By E.B. Lee8 years ago in Horror
Liars into Lessons Part 4
I don't take my time with the harlot because the sound of someone dropping the toilet seat down clicks through the silence of the apartment and let's me know that at least one of my main targets is awake. Which annoys me because she is an adulterer, which I loathe nearly as much as I do liars, and as such she deserves the slow, painful death that befits her kind. Unfortunately, I just cannot take the chance that playing with her will alert the remaining two to my presence.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Abduction
Creeping up the stairs, Jayden did the best to keep her breathing muted. She was struggling after being chased through the woods. Her legs were sliced open and bleeding from tripping over logs and branches hidden in the dark. She was too frightened to feel the pain, but her energy was steadily running out, the adrenaline betraying her and leaving her system. If she didn’t find a place to hide soon, she was dead or possibly much, much worse.
By Myriah 8 years ago in Horror
Mojo
Beginnings Another death has occurred in the simple little seaside village of Portogris. And again, the authorities have no clue to decipher or lead to follow. What is obvious to anyone who has heard the least about these deaths is that they were not natural or accidental. Both men were killed, the first one murdered.
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Horror