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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.
Gigans
Deep within the forest of Gigans there stood twin mountains. Deep within the mountains lived a giantess and her sister. They had short strands of golden locks and sky-blue eyes. If not for their enormous size, these women would be beautiful to men, but their need for human flesh made them more monster than beauty.
By Jessica Briggs8 years ago in Horror
The Dog
After returning home from working late, Mack took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator before sitting in his recliner and turning on the TV. Watching a show about wolves, Mack began to think of what it would be like to hang around with wolves. It's been feeling quite lonely since his dog died not too long ago. He then thought of getting another one in the morning. After finishing his bottle, Mack leaned the recliner back and closed his eyes. Eventually, he began dreaming. In his dream, he stepped out from his house to go for a walk but stopped when a silver-grey wolf came out of the woods nearby. His breath shuddered with excitement as he watched the wolf sniff the ground. His eyes explored the wolf's body, mesmerized by the color of its fur, the hazel color of its eyes, and the fangs.Feeling overwhelmed with excitement, Mack began howling as loud as he could, drawing the wolf's attention towards him. The wolf began making a rather strange sound as if it was yelping and coughing at the same time while twitching its head in an odd way. It stopped just as Mack finished howling. Confused for a moment, Mack howled again, hoping it would howl with him this time.Again the wolf twitched its head and began making that sound again before it stopped so suddenly and rushed at him, this time barking and snarling. Mack quickly rushed back inside and shut the door, hearing a loud thump. He heard the wolf snarling and clawing at the door, attempting to break in.He looked through the door window as the wolf continued leaping at the door. Its eyes began glowing red as it bared its fangs at Mack. He moved away from the door, scratching his head in confusion. The wolf began to whimper and the scratches on the door grew less and less. Everything began to fade to black but the whimpering and the scratches continued.Mack opened his eyes and saw that he was still in his recliner. He heard the whimpering and soft scratches coming from the front door. Getting up, Mack walked over to the door, peaked through the window, and saw that on the porch was a big, black dog. The dog whined and softly scratched the door. Mack then opened the door and knelt before the dog. "Hey," he said softly. "Where did you come from?"The dog hung its head low and uttered a low whine. Mack then touched its muzzle gently and lifted its head, seeing that its eyes were closed. "Everything will be alright," he said to it. The dog opened its eyes, revealing two red glowing eyes similar to the wolf's from Mack's dream. Mack pulled away, gasping as he looked at its eyes. Suddenly, the dog bared its fangs, snarling, before it lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. He kept his hand against its throat, struggling as it snapped its jaws at his face. When he got the chance, Mack used both hands to throw the dog off him and began crawling quickly towards the table where his shotgun lied.He fell forward, screaming in pain, as he felt a sharp piercing feeling in his tendon as the dog bit deeply into him. The dog aggressively began pulling him away from the table and towards the door, growling. Mack screamed, more in fear than in pain now, as he helplessly struggled to get away from this dog. He couldn't believe how strong this dog is as it pulled him closer to the doorway, scaring him even more. As he came through the doorway, he grabbed hold of the door frame and tried hanging on for dear life as the dog pulled much harder now, its fangs digging deeper into him. He lost his grip and he slid into the night, his screams fading into the darkness.
By Michael Hawkins8 years ago in Horror
Angels & Demons
A crazed look filled Roy’s eyes. It was the same look that always over took those eyes when Roy told one of his stories. I suppose ‘crazed’ wasn’t the proper term for such an expression, but it was a sort of excitement, inner hopefulness that encompassed his entire appearance.
By Mercedes Martin8 years ago in Horror
Haunting Me Part 4
Four rapid pounds rocked the house. Four more came, thundering through the door and vibrating the walls. I heard the racking of a shotgun to my right; it was Joe, taking aim at the door. I looked at the window and didn’t see the black-eyed inmate anymore. Joe raised the gun to his shoulder, lined up the sights and put his finger on the trigger, beginning to squeeze. “WAIT!” I yelled. Another rapid fire of four knocks came, but softer, not as earth shattering as the first two. “CITY POLICE!” a voice yelled from the other side.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
The Vampire In My Dreams
I was in his full control. I had no mind of my own at this point. As he drained the blood from my wrist. I felt my soul slipping away. I kept my eyes locked with his as my body again to weaken. He watched my eyes as the blood poured into the goblet.
By Angel Schooley8 years ago in Horror
Dead Memories
The forty degree heat filled the air; the rays of the sun beat down hard against the dirt, free of any cloud-like obstacle, the cicadas chirping incessantly throughout the day. I took out my three pack of filtered cigars; carefully unfolding the packet's lid and removed a single, small, cigar. Grasping the tip between my lips, I refolded the packet and placed them back into my packet, replacing them with a box of matches. Sliding the box open and removing a match, striking it across the rough side of the box ignited the match, creating a flame big enough to burn the end of my cigar, taking in a breath, inhaling the smoke, allowing it to sit in my mouth to savor the taste before exhaling.
By Wolfrich Shankland8 years ago in Horror
Lampago Part III
When Rudy arrived at Wigman's Grocery, the store was already open and teeming with customers since sunrise. Not that it mattered to Rudy, as he hadn't been assigned to help open the store for months. The mountain made an unobtrusive beeline to the back of the store, then clocked in. He pulled out his Wigman's Grocery baseball cap as he shoved his dufflebag into his locker. He put his cap on as he hurried to the loading dock of the stockroom. Rudy was needed for his special talents, after all.
By Stanton Fink8 years ago in Horror
Haunting Me Part 3
What followed had to be the longest inquisition I’d ever been a part of, and to remind you, I once went to jail. My previous time as an inmate of this very county didn’t help my situation, or the situation of Officer Simmons, because now a former inmate and an off duty police officer were in spitting distance of a recently deceased body, and all of us were tied together because of that damned cell. Our saving grace was CCTV. The garage had a closed circuit camera system running through their junk lot to keep intruders out. Those weren’t beat up old vehicles, after all. Those were investments. That was their stock room. Rolling back the footage, the detectives responding could clearly see we didn’t put a finger on the guy and he clearly killed himself.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
Warm
Another volume for the shelves, another tale of woe. The depression of my life snakes its way through my mind and down my arm to the fingers that hold its escape. I stared at the paper, my eyes following the quick strokes of my pencil as I laid my woes into my journal. Many people had told me it would or should help after I refused to take drugs. According the psychiatrist, it was supposed to alleviate some of the stress on my mind, free my thoughts of such negativity. I never saw it as negativity, though. It was just me facing the truth that was many times avoided. Each entry had the date at the top of it and contained every “bad” thought I’d had that day. Most of them started with the insistence of my parents to take the drugs that had been prescribed for me. I refused, just as I had always done.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Horror
Never Let Go
“Never let me go” were the last words I heard before I woke. Never Let Go I opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling. I knew whose voice spoke the words and that was why my heart felt so hollow. It had been mere months since her death and each day it became harder to carry on. I couldn’t even bring myself to leave the town and each night was rewarded with painful memories. The painful part being that they reminded me that I could never see her again. My eyes began to water and I blinked several times, fighting back the tears. In this new world, crying was a sign of weakness.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Horror
The Skull Man: Part 10
DANTE "Does Carter know you're out here?" Dante asked Hazel when he felt her presence behind him. He was staring into the woods surrounding Leech Lake Park in the middle of the night. The answers he'd been looking for were in those woods according to Hazel, and he'd get lost in them all night if he had to. He needed to find their daughter and there was nothing short of death that would stop him.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Horror
