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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.
Haunting Me Part 3
What followed had to be the longest inquisition I’d ever been a part of, and to remind you, I once went to jail. My previous time as an inmate of this very county didn’t help my situation, or the situation of Officer Simmons, because now a former inmate and an off duty police officer were in spitting distance of a recently deceased body, and all of us were tied together because of that damned cell. Our saving grace was CCTV. The garage had a closed circuit camera system running through their junk lot to keep intruders out. Those weren’t beat up old vehicles, after all. Those were investments. That was their stock room. Rolling back the footage, the detectives responding could clearly see we didn’t put a finger on the guy and he clearly killed himself.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
Warm
Another volume for the shelves, another tale of woe. The depression of my life snakes its way through my mind and down my arm to the fingers that hold its escape. I stared at the paper, my eyes following the quick strokes of my pencil as I laid my woes into my journal. Many people had told me it would or should help after I refused to take drugs. According the psychiatrist, it was supposed to alleviate some of the stress on my mind, free my thoughts of such negativity. I never saw it as negativity, though. It was just me facing the truth that was many times avoided. Each entry had the date at the top of it and contained every “bad” thought I’d had that day. Most of them started with the insistence of my parents to take the drugs that had been prescribed for me. I refused, just as I had always done.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Horror
Never Let Go
“Never let me go” were the last words I heard before I woke. Never Let Go I opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling. I knew whose voice spoke the words and that was why my heart felt so hollow. It had been mere months since her death and each day it became harder to carry on. I couldn’t even bring myself to leave the town and each night was rewarded with painful memories. The painful part being that they reminded me that I could never see her again. My eyes began to water and I blinked several times, fighting back the tears. In this new world, crying was a sign of weakness.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Horror
The Skull Man: Part 10
DANTE "Does Carter know you're out here?" Dante asked Hazel when he felt her presence behind him. He was staring into the woods surrounding Leech Lake Park in the middle of the night. The answers he'd been looking for were in those woods according to Hazel, and he'd get lost in them all night if he had to. He needed to find their daughter and there was nothing short of death that would stop him.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Horror
Near Death
I stare at the ceiling and rub my face. I can't seem to fall asleep but now it is time for me to get up, so I roll on my side and see my beautiful wife laying next to me. Her face is peaceful, serene, as she snores lightly into oblivion. I roll up onto my side, and stare down at her lithe figure. I lean down and kiss her forehead. She rustles but doesn't wake, and I quietly step out of bed.
By Faith Heple8 years ago in Horror
Bride of the Baykok
The flowers danced in the prairie meadow and the surrounding trees reaches and stretched their arms toward the sky as I walked toward camp with my basket of berries and nuts I had gathered for Old Mother. The summer wind played with my braids and I giggled as my loose baby hairs tickled at my neck. I sucked in a great deep breath of air. The bouquet of the nearby river, flowers, berries, the sun and the prairie grass was beautiful. The birds make happy music and I have even spotted mother deer and a fawn. It was all beautiful, I love summer.
By Danica Shardae8 years ago in Horror
Hell's Angel
Her teeth pressed into the skin of her lips as she took her seat upon the darkened throne. Her heartbeat raced and her muscles were tense with excitement. She was wound up and ready to launch. Blackened hair with streaks of crimson fell over her shoulders, framing her physique. She was a queen and to be one meant to look like one. The look in her eyes shifted from eager to power hungry. Desire gripped her body and she refused to be denied what she wanted. Aged blood coursed through her veins and she knew she needed more. Soon what she had would dry up and be no more useful than a dead worm. She knew what she needed but first... she’d get what she wanted.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Horror
Red Masterpiece
It’s a lie when told that family is only bound by blood, but Aneesa and Dakota defied this law. They were fertile twins from different mothers and with different fathers, yet they still remained biological in one another’s eyes. Their friendship was like being an alcoholic; once they passed the disgustingly bitter, burning taste, they become addicted, and as soon as they were hooked on one another, they became senseless and invincible, only to have the buzz crash once they’ve had too much. But by the next day, the bottle was back in their hands, and everything happened again.
By A'Dreana Anderson8 years ago in Horror
Unquiet Spirits Who Do Evil
I knew better than to go back to Sleepy Lake, the town I lived in thirty years ago, and where I almost lost my mind, and my life. Spirits from the underworld lived there, and the moment I drove back into town, I knew they still lived there, and they knew I was back. I also knew if I went through with my plan, they would kill me.
By Denise Willis8 years ago in Horror
