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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.
Soul Snatchers
Carrie grew up in a small town that was just like any other small town. Her, her parents, and her brother Mike all led pretty average lives. She was entering her senior year of high school. She had already made big plans to move to New York when she graduated. She planned to get a place big enough so that Mike, who was only a year younger than her, could move in with her when he graduated. They had always been pretty close, even though she wanted to choke him half the time. He was her baby brother she had to look out for him. There was no way he could be trusted to live completely on his own. He'd fall flat on his face and end up back at home with mom and dad. So their plan was perfect and it gave her a year without him cramping her style. She could never get a date with him around.
By Brittaney Ellis8 years ago in Horror
I'm Alone
I have learned over the last 5 days that internet is my only connection to the actual world. The world you are in at the moment. The world where I was but not anymore. This happened exactly five days ago if I'm correct. I changed my clothes after a long day at work and I was ready to just fall asleep. And so I did. I fell asleep after texting my girlfriend good night.
By Laksh Gosain8 years ago in Horror
She's There
I sat huddled in the corner waiting for the lights to come on. All around me people stood, chatting to each other like everything was fine. They all seemed unaffected by the dead body lying in the center of the room. Lisa's bloody, ravaged body. She was my best friend and now nothing but a corpse. When she first fell from the ceiling there was distress. People screaming and panicking. Security guards had scattered throughout the building to search for the murderer. Tears staining the face’s of nearly every person as fear closed in around their hearts. Half an hour later, when people were beginning to settle down, the lights went out. This renewed the fear in everyone despite some people’s desperate struggle to hide it.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Horror
Loving the Loveless
May 13, 2013 at 12:00pm Downtown, Charleston, SC Sebastian Kane It was raining again but that didn't really matter much to him. He didn't need the weather clear and pristine to do his work, in fact he preferred when it wasn't nice out. Less people were looking where they shouldn't when they had to avoid splashing puddles and pouring rain and speeding cars.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
That One Dream
It was windy. Twenty-three degrees on my weather app and just perfect weather to walk outside considering how hot and humid the past few days were. It was just another regular day. I started by making myself a cup of coffee with a smoke on the balcony accompanied by gushes of cool wind. I did what I usually do, which is plan the rest of my day in my head and stick to the schedule. But today was going to be different.
By Laksh Gosain8 years ago in Horror
Infested
Simon awakes. His eyelids slowly blinking open. He tilts his head to the right, his alarm clock flips from 8:12 am to 8:13 am. He swivels his head to his left half expecting to be surprised to see a young beautiful woman next to him, it's just his pillow. He looks up at his ceiling staring blankly at nothing. It's an hour earlier than he usually gets up, but he's up. Simon lifts himself out of bed and sluggishly totters his thin wiry frame to his bathroom, running his fingers through his short hair and it's forty-years of wear and tear. He flicks the light on, stretching his arms out wide as he yawns. He looks in the mirror, rubbing his pear shaped chin.
By Maurice Blocker8 years ago in Horror
M-340
What a fool I was for thinking that someway, somehow I could find the cure for the infection that was gripping my small town near London. I used to be a proud doctor and quite the salesman, but not since this epidemic. I walked into my shack of a home only to find the same mess I had left myself. Papers, vials, syringes, they all acted as a carpet over my dirt floor. The cages that held my test subjects rattled, confirming that they were still alive. I kissed the picture of my beautiful Daisy that was hanging right above the corridor in my home. This damned epidemic, which people referred to as “The Crimson Plague”, stole my wife and countless others in its swarm of the terrene. Back when I worked for the hospital, I made it my complete life goal to find the cure to this hell on Earth, and I did. I began distributing it to the masses, only to be found that the cure was deficient. It did absolutely nothing. The hospital fired me, leaving me broke and unable to take care of Daisy. I wanted to quit, but I knew I had to perfect my cure to avenge my spouse's death. And I would be relentless until I did so.
By Zac Szalay8 years ago in Horror
