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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 Dead Do Not Forget
The Twisted Lusco Life Life is taken, not given. That lesson was learned brutally as her hand slipped beneath the glossy surface of the lake. The passing of his mother into the cold clutches of Mistress Death brought a sneering smile to his face. Jer Bear watched, satisfied with the day's work. As he lay bleeding on the damp leaves surrounding the isolated body of water, the small boy took a moment to admire his handy work.
By Ando Anderson7 years ago in Horror
Run
You flee as fast as you can go. I call your name, your real name. "Lucy!" I call sinister in my intentions and wishing to make you my trophy. "Lucy!"
By Kathryn Parker7 years ago in Horror
Read This Before You Die
I sit alone in my apartment, eating a bowl of some kind of cereal. I can't really tell the type because it's such an old box. I haven't had my paycheck from my late shift working at the post office yet, so groceries are kind of rare for this week. I'm not really bothered at all.
By Phoenix Lawson7 years ago in Horror
Finding Your Way
Everything about this room was creepy, from the moment you walked in. The door was a pale forest green, that once could have welcomed a happy couple to a night get away from the kids. Now paint is chipping off, and you can see before the pale grimy forest green was a mud-colored brown, that almost said go away, as if the door knew something unfortunate would happen. The doorknob itself was a rusted, brassy orange which made you not want to touch it. There was a tiny hole in the door at about eye level where there should have been a peephole, but it was missing. The first thing you notice that there is not one single window. Zero natural light is let in. Only the dim flicker of the low hanging light from a light bulb that was outdated. Next to the door is an over-used, worn out, antique dresser that was missing a drawer. The dresser is covered in a thin layer of dust, enough to make the deep mahogany have a slight grey tent to it. On the dresser sat a portable radio. No television, not even a lamp, coffee maker, or some other appliance. Just the portable radio that was maybe six inches wide and a foot long. The radio was stuck on one station, 102.4, which was just the sound of static, with the slight undertone of the “Top Hits of the 80s, 90s and Today.”
By Taylor Kelly7 years ago in Horror
Harold
I was looking out my bedroom window one night when I saw something a little strange. My family and I had just moved from Mississippi to Salem Ma and I was having a very hard time adjusting. My dad just took some new job in Boston as an accountant. My mother was staying home with us kids while my dad did his nine to five things. I was having a really hard time getting used to everything and everybody, nobody was super friendly, and the weather sucked. I had so many friends back home and now I have none.
By Amanda DeGrasse7 years ago in Horror
A Dead Language
You sigh to yourself as you step through the doorway of your bedroom. Your bag hits the floor with a thump before you throw yourself haphazardly onto your bed. Face smushed into the mattress, you groan. It had been a long day, and you were thankful that it was finally over.
By Alice ♡7 years ago in Horror
Enthrallment
The day starts like any other, with a hot shower and morning tea. After that, I get packed and ready to meet my classmates at this abandoned swamp. We're supposed to try and test the area for any spirits for our Occults class.
By Elijah Taylor7 years ago in Horror
Date Night
As our anniversary is coming up, Brett is going on about what he wants to do, how special he wants to make it. We both sit on the bed discussing different date ideas.
By Elijah Taylor7 years ago in Horror
Two Victims and a Savior
When she woke up everything was black. Her first instinct was to scream and yell for help, but instead she stayed silent. The last thing she remembered was following her suspect into an alleyway.
By Abigail Wadsworth7 years ago in Horror
Mr. Death
It was a warm fall day when I decided to go for a run. It was the perfect day, sun shining, the temperature could be described as sweater weather, and the leaves danced with the most colorful reds, oranges, and yellows. I was training for a 5k later in the year and wanted to make sure I was perfect for the part. I always ran alone, with headphones in my ears, listing to whatever podcast was new that day. This would all change the day I ran into this non-human creature. I go running around two thirty in the afternoon because I refuse to run at night, I never feel safe here in the city. I always go running by the water, it’s beautiful, and no bushes, just huge trees and busy with people.
By Amanda DeGrasse7 years ago in Horror
Runnin Round Red Mountain
Darkness ... All I can see is darkness. It sets in like the sun and pulls away all the sound in the world with it. Even the rain that falls all around me does so in a way that escapes my range of hearing. The ground beneath my feet then starts giving way to even more of what is the darkness consuming the world around me. In the ever fading distance, I see the silhouette of what appears to be a young woman. She’s here … Why is she always here? Complete and total silence … Why can’t I ever hear the rain? I can see the young woman raising her head, raising her eyes to meet with mine. Before I have the opportunity to make eye contact with her, I feel my body begin to lose weight, as I start falling. Down into the empty void that is the darkness below me. For what seems like forever, until…
By Carlos Guerra7 years ago in Horror
The 3rd Floor
Every year, it’s inevitable that some sixth graders will ask why the third floor of James Middle School isn’t a complete circle like the rest of the school. It’s an interesting topic since the ends of the floor’s walls are boarded up with dented steel one only sees on temporary buildings.
By Julia Gay7 years ago in Horror