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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.

October Burns...
I stood there, piercing holes with my eyes on his body. I was not filled with lust, however, quite the opposite, but with controlled rage. Every comment that slid out of his smug mouth enraged me. Every move, every breath... I couldn’t hold back my anger any longer. Letting my animal instincts take over, I scanned the loft for hard, blunt objects. Maybe the lamp in the far corner? No, no, too messy. A kitchen knife? Mm- mm, too cliche for me. Hmmm. My gaze rested on his solid, wooden bat, which was propped up against the wooden coffee table aside his high school baseball team's picture. Still a messy option, but far more amusing.
By Bianca Wendell8 years ago in Horror
Eternal Inhabitant (Chapter One)
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE, Ronan reminisced, bitterly. He and his friend Jared (who insisted on being called "Red") had been screwing around with some bullcrap rituals they found on some obscure goth website from the early 2000s. Red was really into that stuff now, claiming that it "filled the void" in his transition into his self-proclaimed goth phase. We were already outcasts before, Red argued, I might as well go all the way and emerge as the true me.
By Avyra Zephyr8 years ago in Horror
Val (Pt. 5)
"Yeah... Let's go home." ------------ "Valarie...." A voice echoes through the damp room. I open my eyes. A dim light burns my blurry vision.
By Kat Woods8 years ago in Horror
The End
The screams of my alarm clock wake me, and I reach over and hit the snooze. The clock reads noon, and I furrow my brows. My mother never lets me sleep this late, especially during the week. I climb out of the bed, and I head for the stairs.
By Alexandra Basher8 years ago in Horror
A Minor Man (Part 2)
Karen looks at Max in astonishment with a hint of fear. Max pulls out a cigarette from his pocket and lights it with his match. He takes a puff and asks, "Well, then, darling. Can you tell me why you were at the bar last night?"
By Don Anderson II8 years ago in Horror
Mom Zombie
"Just get your shoes on," I shouted frantically, one hand fumbling for my car keys in the bowl by the front door, while my other hand was full of bags and letters that need to be handed in on the first day of the school year. September, that time of year when the long hot days of summer start to dwindle and the leaves are already turning brown on the ground—oh and the school run begins once again after weeks hearing of "I'm bored" over and over.
By Lara Drew8 years ago in Horror
Demon Grip
I wake, feeling the grip of the demon’s hands wrenching tightly around my throat as it sat upon me crushing my lungs expelling my breath. Until now, I never really understood what life was about. Tethered to this bed for so long, I find the demons forcing me to look at what could have been, no, strike that, what should have been. I thought I knew all the answers back then, or, I thought I knew the right answers.
By Michael S. Freeman8 years ago in Horror
A Diary of a Homophobe
25th February 1976 I am watching my son turn into something I never envisaged. I don’t know what to do or what to think. As a parent I know what I should do. I should stand by him. But I can’t, I just can’t. During the past few months I haven’t stopped writing my new book. I have been stuck in my room typing or travelling around the country researching the development of architecture in Renaissance England, and I have realised that I have been missing my son grow up. Simon is now eighteen and I have noticed he has more confidence in himself, he is more self-assured and a smile cracks his beautiful subtly shaped face more readily. I came home yesterday after a month of staying in London and I found a small plain looking box of tablets on the coffee table. Printed in bold black letters on the front of the box was the name ‘citalopram’ or something similar. I asked Susannah and she sat me down and told me that Simon is taking anti-depressants and that my own son asked his mother not to tell his father about it. He was afraid of my reaction towards him, Susannah said, because apparently I have a tendency to over-react and get aggressive. What a joke. We are supposed to be a family. What sort of family is it where news is pushed out of other people’s way? Apparently, he has been seeing a therapist for over a month now. But that isn’t the worst news. While I was in London he told Susannah he was gay. I’m ashamed at how I reacted. But I can’t help it. It’s how I was bought up. Storming out of the house wasn’t the best thing I could have done, but I had a sudden rush of anger that overflowed in me like the froth of boiling milk on the hob. I didn’t expect things to ever turn out in this way.
By Sam Brown8 years ago in Horror
The African Prince and the Mayan Princess (Part Two)
Part 2 I love my husband, but sometimes he does some stupid shit... and he always has to have the last word. "And... might I also add that..."
By Kenneth Davis8 years ago in Horror
Killer Sins
Look at you! Just LOOK AT YOU! Your pretentious ways, your smirk and stance. You think everything is your little dance, and everyone is on the palm of your hand. Wrapped around your pretty little disgusting finger. But what you don't know, what you forget... is that sometimes you might do something you might regret. You crossed my path little ladybug, all tall and smug.
By Sheara Kerry8 years ago in Horror
In the Castle's Shadow
“This project will count as 40 percent of your final grade. In order to pass the class, you must complete it and turn it in on time. I will not accept any late turn ins,” Connor’s ears perked at that last bit.
By Jessie Wing8 years ago in Horror
Perspective
Believe it or not, the world is dark and demonic place to live. A place where people contemplate and wonder if it is worth living, wondering if it is worth getting your heart broken, losing people you love, feeling like you're never going to be good enough. That you may never be pretty enough, skinny enough, funny enough, or smart enough for someone to love. The world is supposed to stop moving, it's supposed to feel like everything is going to be easier; not more complicated. Simplicities are not supposed to become the complications, they are supposed to stay simple with the smallest of issues, maybe some tiny things here and there but nothing mind baffling. You're supposed to feel like you can defeat the entire world with just a punch, going in kicking ass! Instead, you feel like you're punching a brick wall with your bare hands watching them bleed as you pull the first layer of your skin from your knuckles. Imagine it; the blood simply trickling from the fresh wounds you caused, your elbows resting on your knees and your forehead settling in the palms of your hands. The saltiness of your tears burning the wounds as they make their way over them, pain is all you feel but it is full of satisfaction. If you feel like you're fighting the world alone, this is what you are forced to face! What you are forced to try and overcome. Does it ever work? Now that is up to you to find out. Everything in your life is up to you, whether you're emotionally unstable, or you're the happiest person in the world, you will always have something in your life that needs a new road to success. You can't imagine being lifeless, you can't imagine being painless because life is full of failure and pain just so that you can learn to overcome the speed bumps that are meant to make you a better person. We are allowed to have our moments; we are also allowed to conquer the world as well.
By Sara Schutz8 years ago in Horror