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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.
Near Death
I stare at the ceiling and rub my face. I can't seem to fall asleep but now it is time for me to get up, so I roll on my side and see my beautiful wife laying next to me. Her face is peaceful, serene, as she snores lightly into oblivion. I roll up onto my side, and stare down at her lithe figure. I lean down and kiss her forehead. She rustles but doesn't wake, and I quietly step out of bed.
By Faith Heple8 years ago in Horror
Bride of the Baykok
The flowers danced in the prairie meadow and the surrounding trees reaches and stretched their arms toward the sky as I walked toward camp with my basket of berries and nuts I had gathered for Old Mother. The summer wind played with my braids and I giggled as my loose baby hairs tickled at my neck. I sucked in a great deep breath of air. The bouquet of the nearby river, flowers, berries, the sun and the prairie grass was beautiful. The birds make happy music and I have even spotted mother deer and a fawn. It was all beautiful, I love summer.
By Danica Shardae8 years ago in Horror
Hell's Angel
Her teeth pressed into the skin of her lips as she took her seat upon the darkened throne. Her heartbeat raced and her muscles were tense with excitement. She was wound up and ready to launch. Blackened hair with streaks of crimson fell over her shoulders, framing her physique. She was a queen and to be one meant to look like one. The look in her eyes shifted from eager to power hungry. Desire gripped her body and she refused to be denied what she wanted. Aged blood coursed through her veins and she knew she needed more. Soon what she had would dry up and be no more useful than a dead worm. She knew what she needed but first... she’d get what she wanted.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Horror
Red Masterpiece
It’s a lie when told that family is only bound by blood, but Aneesa and Dakota defied this law. They were fertile twins from different mothers and with different fathers, yet they still remained biological in one another’s eyes. Their friendship was like being an alcoholic; once they passed the disgustingly bitter, burning taste, they become addicted, and as soon as they were hooked on one another, they became senseless and invincible, only to have the buzz crash once they’ve had too much. But by the next day, the bottle was back in their hands, and everything happened again.
By A'Dreana Anderson8 years ago in Horror
Unquiet Spirits Who Do Evil
I knew better than to go back to Sleepy Lake, the town I lived in thirty years ago, and where I almost lost my mind, and my life. Spirits from the underworld lived there, and the moment I drove back into town, I knew they still lived there, and they knew I was back. I also knew if I went through with my plan, they would kill me.
By Denise Willis8 years ago in Horror
Haunting Me (Part 2)
When you travel for a living, especially in a state as big as Texas, you spend a lot of time eating out of paper, cardboard and parchment. You also spend a lot of time drinking out of to-go cups. For the second time in my life the cop handed me a cup, this time filled with hot coffee. I held it in both hands, sitting on the edge of my bed, staring a blank TV. He sat in the room’s obligatory chair and watched me. I could tell he was used to dealing with sudden trouble and wasn’t about to let me catch him off guard. I held the cup, letting the warmth seep into my hands. I had almost touched Mia, and the cold still lingered, like how your hands feel after you dig through a bin of ice.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
Haunting Me
There are some things that only ghosts and civil servants should know. That was a corny-ass line I’d heard years ago, attached to some direct-to-video b-horror movie. I never gave it much thought when I saw it, other than it sounded like someone who had too much to drink would say.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
Prologue
Life. What is it truly? I can’t help but wonder what the point is in living such stresses constantly? Such a heavy question for someone who hasn’t even graduated yet. Prom, finals, graduation — these are the things a normal teenage girl should be worrying about. I guess I pulled the short straw. My last memory of normalcy had to be my 13th birthday.
By Kris Walker8 years ago in Horror
