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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 Trees
The scream was loud and piercing; almost inhuman. Just a moment before, the three of us had been sitting on this old abandoned school rooftop. We’d been drinking beer, telling jokes, and just having a good time. It was a regular spot of ours. We didn’t look around the rest of the school much, but this building was tall with a big flat roof we could all sit on. Nobody would bother us up here. My friend, Jack, had climbed down the building to go pee in a bush somewhere. Me and my other friend, Jared, were just sitting up there waiting for him. But that was before the scream.
By Medea Walker8 years ago in Horror
The Mask of Avalor
The night is still, no sounds to be heard; no animal, no insects. A storm is on the horizon; lightning flashes and thunder suddenly roars in the distance. A body lays on the ground. Completely torn to shreds, it is unrecognizable. A hole is beside the body which is soon filled with the unknown corpse.
By Malachi Wyatt8 years ago in Horror
Noxen Light
"Hide," Larissa whispered sharply, shoving her brother into a hollowed, fallen tree. Once she was certain he was hidden, she sprinted away into the main clearing. She would hide him for as long as she could.
By Lystra Vestal8 years ago in Horror
The Murdering Crabapplestick
Something moved in the bushes. It’s back. That nightmare of a cartoon-looking sonofabitch is out there again. I thought it was gone forever.
By Sarah Terra8 years ago in Horror
The Dark Dream
The darkness can be both scary and terrifying. It's like the gate way to hell but much worst. No man or woman would dare to enter it, even the priest would dare to bless it. The air grows thicker, and the lights get darker but you keep going. You get to a gate that reads "do not enter;" feeling hesitant you push the gate open and the nightmares began. Once you enter you feel a little disoriented but you continue despite this uneasy feeling your getting from the gate. A few minutes of looking around you see a flight of stairs leading to a door. Once you get to the door, you start to smell flesh. You want to turn back but it's to late to go back. Slowly you push the door open only to greeted by Satan himself burning one of the lost souls from heaven. Before you can turn to run away he turns around and looks at you with his piercing black eyes and says, "I've been waiting for you all day, now now it's your turn to join the rest of the lost and damned souls who have banished me in this dark pit." You scream for help but no one hears you. He grabs you by the arm and throws you in to the fire. As you begin to burn alive he laughs in a dark chilling voice and reaches for you body one again to mark 666 on your chest. The burn was enough to wake you up in a pool of sweat. Hoping it was just a nightmare you grabbed your cross and slept with it for the rest of the night hoping Satan doesn't return to mark his next victim. You went to see a priest the next day to tell him about the weird dream you had. Ask you begin to tell him his face starts to shift, his eyes began to bleed, horns start to appear from his head. As you began to leave your feet are nailed to the ground, and your hands are nailed to the chair. Once the priest raises his head his face is now black and his eyes are a piercing black and red color. He then grabs you and proceeds to cover your body in satanic signs and scars. Each burn felt like a bowl of hot coal being dumped on your skin. Each scratch felt like cats clawing at your flesh. All you could do was sit in pain hoping it would end. Just when you thought it was over he gets one of his minions to beat you with a iron rod. He heats the iron rod and starts to beat you with all the force he had in his little body. Each beating felt like someone punching your stomach back to back. As the beating continues he grabs his pitch fork and stabs you.
By Gina Mace8 years ago in Horror
Dark Night Part 5
While Kerse drove, I used my phone to scour the internet for any trace of Beverly in any historical documents. At one point I found a copy of Rosa Park’s arrest report, which I thought was odd at first, given that there was no obvious link. “Did Beverly have anything to do with the Civil Rights movement?” I asked.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
Vessel
Lillianna leaned back against an oak desk, the cool varnish sending goosebumps across her arms. Footsteps and voices echoed down the hall, pausing right outside of her door. Two separate voices, muffled by the heavy wood drifted in.
By Lystra Vestal8 years ago in Horror
By Force
She was a young woman, only 17 years of age. She was average height for her age with a more muscular build. She had long, curly red hair and deep brown eyes. This young woman's name was Grace.
By Samantha Burgess8 years ago in Horror
Beautiful Exit
In the crisp wind, I exhale deep. The flattering of the wind beating off in the skies. The scenery of the valley induces reminiscing. The painted picture of the rigid mountains stains the soft beat clouds in the sky.
By Mark Wilson8 years ago in Horror
The Night I Met a Monster
I carried three things with me that day. First, an iron coin. I wasn’t sure what the year was, or even the country of origin. The faces were worn nearly flat and there was only a hint of ridges on its circumference. I was told to punch a hole in it and wear it around my neck. And, so I did with a leather thong.
By Matthew Donnellon8 years ago in Horror
Watcher Chapter 3
The very next day Adley sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes sleepily. Her dreams were unbearable but she managed to sleep as much as she can. Stretching, she slid out of bed and slipped on her pink fuzzy slippers. The air felt a bit thick, as if someone was watching her. Perhaps misfortunes didn't happen in the day light. Maybe she was safe?
By Sabal Cloonan8 years ago in Horror
The Ballad of Eric Once Bitten
The Ballad of Eric Once Bitten We walked the same barren roads we’d been walking for years. The road and the few houses still standing never regained any of the colors they once had. The world still carried the dull grey tones from the war. It touched everything around us. Even the trees bore the scars of a more violent time.
By Matthew Donnellon8 years ago in Horror