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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.
Blood
Blood. It’s the first thing I can taste as I slowly fade into consciousness. My tongue feels dry, like a stick of sandpaper stuck to the top of my mouth. I pull my eyes open with difficulty, feeling as if two anvils weighed against my eyelids. The metallic smell of my blood, maybe someone else's blood, I don’t know, fills my nose suddenly, clouding my head and making me gag. Everything is blurry and I can barely see because I am so dizzy. My stomach turns suddenly and I sit up, retching onto the ground, spitting the taste of pennies out of my mouth along with the meager contents of my stomach.
By Clare Strayer8 years ago in Horror
Prey For Me: Pt. 2
“Why, Logan?” Skeagan looked at his brother. “I just don’t understand why.” Logan’s friend Evann had been delivered safely home. Through a second-story window, Skeagan had noticed. Apparently, Evann’s family did not know of their son’s nighttime expeditions, either. The brothers now sat on a high branch of a 50 foot pine tree near their family’s country home. Logan sat closest to the trunk, leaning back against it. His eyes were closed, but Skeagan knew he wasn’t really asleep. The younger boy sat mid-branch, his feet dangling. The chilly wind that had been blowing earlier was now little more than a breeze, playing absently with Skeagan’s hair.
By Stephen Biller8 years ago in Horror
Prey For Me Pt. 1
The wind that blew against the back of Skeagan’s bare neck was bitterly cold. The sturdy, dark-haired young man could not tell, however. From birth, he had been unable to feel either hot or cold. No one in his family could. It was sort of a family trait, one of many that set them apart from other people in the small town of Swansboro, NC were they lived. Set them apart from most other people in the world, actually.
By Stephen Biller8 years ago in Horror
Memories of Us
“How long have you been standing there?” he asked. I smirked at the small person sitting in front of me. I sat across from him to seem less big. He gets nervous around adults. I choose my words carefully, but before I am able to say anything, there is a crash or thunder around us. He scoots under the bed for safety. My smirk becomes a small smile. I reach for a tiny hand. He practically broke off my fingers in fear of the noise. I was amazed how noise could scare someone under the bed.
By Savannah McCain8 years ago in Horror
Through the Flames
I need to find my family. Arthur kept thinking over and over again as he stood there frozen for what felt like hours, staring at the mountain man as he bent down to pick up the severed head of the girl he just decapitated. As the Mountain Man started to turn, one of the village people ran into Arthur as she was running away, too scared to look where she was going.
By Rodolfo Garcia8 years ago in Horror
Child of the Red Moon
I hold onto Aria’s hand as we make our way through the crowded streets of Salem, each person we passed gave us a menacing glare. Since the day my little Aria arrived, no one in the town of Salem liked us. Aria arrived on the night of the red moon, some said she was the Devil’s child because of it. Other children her age always say her eyes hold evil within them, but I believe their mother’s put rubbish in their little minds. I glance down at my daughter; her blue eyes stay facing forward. I must admit though, sometimes she seems off. My hold on her hand tightens as we near our destination, “Now Aria I expect you to be on your best behavior whilst we are in the meat shop,” I mumble so only she can hear me.
By Jinx Cipriano8 years ago in Horror
Diptera
Through the kitchen a fly buzzed around, reaching every corner until it landed on some blueberries. The fly was then shooed away by Joan, a young woman making a fruit bowl for breakfast. She grabbed some of the blueberries and tossed them in with the rest of her fruit.
By Emily Ericson8 years ago in Horror
The Laptop
It started as a regular day for Paul. He got his morning coffee and went to work in the morning. Paul worked at computer store where he fixed customers' computers. At the shop, he would either have to remove viruses, install some drivers, or even retrieve lost files. His shift went by fairly quickly. He didn't have many customers today. As he was getting ready to lock up the store—they usually close up at four on Sundays—a middle-aged man walked up carrying a laptop case. Paul opened the door and let him in. He would later regret that decision.
By Ryan Rivera8 years ago in Horror
