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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.
Dark Night
I get letters and emails all the time, it comes with the territory when you do freelance journalism in a field where people desperately want to be believed. It’s why I have a post office box; if I had all this stuff, it would bury the door to my apartment. Most of it is crap from businesses looking for an endorsement saying they are "haunted" to drum up business and I don't do that. I have it on my website that I don't do that. It’s in the disclaimer at the end of every article I write that I don't do that. Yet here I am, loading a box of letters into my bag, and most of them ask me to look into their haunted business. Mind you, if I did I could afford a nicer apartment and car, but that would torpedo any integrity I held as a journalist.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
Mud
He was comfortably alone in the woods. It was peaceful; the only sounds were of the light breeze rustling leaves, some far off birds, and the light sounds of his shoes on the mossy ground. Brilliant orange shined sideways through the leaves as the the sun sunk against the mountains. He stopped to take it all in before he had to head back to campus. His mind was clear. He noticed the sound of trickling water coming from behind and to his left, not too out of his way as he made his way back. He didn't know there was a stream in these woods, but this was the first time he'd come this far. The light was getting steadily more pale, so he was just going to make a note of the surroundings so he could return to further investigate. He picked up his pace and the water got louder. He still couldn't see it, but his feet were leaving soggy footprints. The smell of stagnant water hit his nostrils. His right foot sunk into a dark patch of moss on the side of a puddle. The left foot stomped down, but he lost his balance. Mud and moss climbed to his elbows as he tried to break his fall. He kept falling.
By Alexander Ender8 years ago in Horror
HorseNado
A huge tornado was forming on the east side of the U.S and it stretched from Mississippi to Maine. Kentucky was right in the middle of its path. Everything that was picked up in the storm was directed to the middle (Kentucky). The whole state of Kentucky was hit really hard by houses, cars, and other debris, but there was one thing that no one could have predicted would fly into Kentucky. It was about to be full on Armageddon.
By Landon Hodge8 years ago in Horror
The Children
They sounded like they were coming from a tunnel. Their voices echoed throughout my skull, bouncing off the edges of every bone. My heart raced as I looked around for where they were coming from. Over-and-over they said the same thing. Their laughter chilled my spine, and made my skin crawl.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Horror
The Curious Case of Emma Lee
It was a rainy day, the day that I met her. I remember the raindrops making their way down the shop windows as I walked along the sidewalk. I clutched my collar, holding it close to keep the precipitation out, and to keep the last vestiges of warmth inside my jacket. The jacket was old and worn, and it was already doing an unsatisfactory job keeping the rain at bay; I refused to carry an umbrella. My shoes splashed in the ever-growing menagerie of puddles, and I had to find some respite from the rain. I put my hand on the next handle I saw and pulled it open.
By Matthew Donnellon8 years ago in Horror
Freedom
Jail bars broke open, allowing a tentacle to flow through and open the door. Alarms went off in the jail as the Guardians went to the broken cell door. They ran in to find it empty. As a door slammed behind them, a dark figure smiled at his success as he turned the lock. He vanished out of the jail and out onto the road.
By Cole Huerter8 years ago in Horror
Letter to Dr. Frederick Reynolds
Foreword When my Aunt Flo died, husbandless and childless, and with my father not wanting to leave the task to a lawyer who might throw out old papers—such as follows, that may not seem valuable to anyone outside of our family, it was left to me to go through Flo's personal effects, the strain of going through his beloved sister's belongings being too much for my father's weak heart.
By David Brown8 years ago in Horror
Inhabitants
You can panic. That's fine. You have time to panic, but you don't need to. You can, but you don't need to. You've already run into the wrong direction, you've already lost your backpack of supplies, but sure, panic. You can, but you don't need to. It was well known time was dwindling whenever you hesitated. The way they operate looks to be more than just mindless, maladroit rage. They're improving, honing their savagery and correcting themselves. They began with individual spouts of attacks—you could deal with that. That was fine. Over the next few weeks, they've shown a rapid growth in their hunting. They seem to hunt together now. You've seen them work together before. It was still chaotic, but not like this. This was new. This was organized. Too organized.
By Hannah Horror8 years ago in Horror
