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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 African Prince and the Mayan Princess
Part 1 I continued to run through the darkness without taking the time to look back at my pursuer. I wanted more than anything to get the hell out of the abandoned building, immediately. Then suddenly, my ears had succumbed to a loud howl bellowing in the distance. As it got closer, it made me quiver as the howl erupted into my ears and sent tears rolling down my face.
By Kenneth Davis8 years ago in Horror
An Account of a Psychopath
Nine times I’ve done it. Nine times I’ve watched the life drain away from my victim’s eyes; each time a little more euphoric than the next. I live for the moment their heart stops. That’s the best part for me. The moment the light leaves their eyes is the greatest thrill of all; a sweet relief, if you will. But nine is only a small number. I would have done it more if I could, but it’s not an easy exercise. It’s not just about the kill, you see. Each one takes weeks of planning.
By Leticia Collins8 years ago in Horror
Kidnapped by Killers (Ch. 2)
The smell of iron and bile was swirling and mixing together as it quickly filled the room. The man in the black nightmare-fueling hoodie had just finished "playing" with his victim and the white-hooded man chuckled, "Ha ha ha! You went all out tonight! Somethin' happen that I don't know about, Titus?"
By sierra42098 .8 years ago in Horror
A Minor Man
He's sitting in a booth at a diner. He's wearing a black t-shirt with blue jeans and a pair of black Converse. The waitress approaches him with a pot of coffee and asks, "More coffee for you, darlin'?" The man nods and smiles. He nudges his cup to her. She pours some coffee for him. The man says, "Thank you, beautiful," as he winks at her while she leaves his booth.
By Don Anderson II8 years ago in Horror
Lazarus
Chapter 1: Elizabeth My parents always knew that the world would come to an end. Men and women would be tested, but never once did I think it would happen like this. It was the year 2017 and they passed away, I was only 19. My brother was 16 and it was my job to take care of him now.
By Kayla Pickens8 years ago in Horror
Talking to Jack
Tonight, was a night like no other. Tonight, was the night we first spoke. His lips opened but nothing came out. An agonising silence fell over the room as he looked me up and down. Finally, he licked his lips seductively and inclined his head towards the floor. I think that means I’m in. His mouth closed slowly without uttering a single word. My heart stopped. Is this how he would inform me that I’m acceptable? Moments passed that felt like years. I could feel myself aging in anticipation of what would happen next. I don’t know what the protocol is here. Do I shake his hand or do I give him space? Whatever I do, I don’t want him to know that I am nervous!
By Ellen Mccrea8 years ago in Horror
Hammer, Pick, & Plaster
It was 24 hours later that she did begin to feel the pain in her head and the scars on her face. A hard cast placed in a tight triangle around a bone that had been broken and drilled soft. The array of colors her undereye turned began with a purplish black. Deep red filled the dripping gauze the first 48 hours. Bags of fluid of the pools of blood accumulated not only on her undereye but puffed out her eyelids. It was difficult to see from blurry vision and heavy lids that didn’t even open under the weight in the lying position she remained in. The discoloration traveled like a thick eyeliner and split over the crease of the entire eye. The frequent naps were interrupted by ice compresses and doses of Oxycontin.
By Blaise Terese8 years ago in Horror
Whispers in the Trees
Crisp leaves crinkled under the heavy work boots clad on Emona’s tired feet. Taking time off to mourn was something she wasn’t used to. Not even the scenery given to her by the beautiful fall Appalachian Trail seemed to help. Sighing, she adjusted the purple scrunchy in her curly dark brown hair and rubbed her face exhaustedly. Everything reminded her of death; the nearly bare trees, the cold air that made her dark skin rise with goosebumps, and the ground decorated with the scattered brown and yellow corpses. The land had lost the once vibrant and adventurous vibe it used to give the two of them.
By Lori Hazelton8 years ago in Horror
