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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.
Monroe
Halloween was my favourite holiday. It wasn’t just about the candy or the costumes; it was about the ghost stories and urban legends. I loved staying up late with my friends, Anna and Renee, and we tried to scare each other with made-up tales that were so outrageous people would have thought we were crazy if they heard them.
By Melody Humby8 years ago in Horror
Snapshot
Sorrow, all I can feel is sorrow. Everything else I’ve pushed away. Where there was once happiness and love, there is just an aching hollowness. It’s as if the rest of me has shut down. I stare vacantly at my bedroom walls and it doesn’t matter what anyone says to me, nothing will change. How can I feel anything else when she’s gone?
By Molly Winton8 years ago in Horror
Prelingual
Phillip had lived his entire eight years without being able to hear so much as his mother's voice. But, despite his disability, he still did normal things. He joined Little League, played soccer, and even started skating when he turned seven. For a long time, it didn't hold him back, and he didn't mind being different.
By Melody Humby8 years ago in Horror
555-0918
Ethan had been planning this party for a whole week. His parents were going out of town to visit his grandmother, who had been recently hospitalized, and he knew it was the perfect time to show everyone at school he wasn’t the loser they all thought he was.
By Melody Humby8 years ago in Horror
Yellow Eyes (Pt. 1)
I could see it sitting there, waiting, its yellow eyes staring into mine. The shadow that lived within the shadows. I didn't know what to make of things when we had our first encounter. Was he a friend, or was he a threat? That was something I had yet to figure out, even after all this time. He was always there, but never dared come into view. That is, until he did.
By Clarissa Joyce8 years ago in Horror
Running
The mirror shattered as it hit the ground, leaving one piece hanging limply off of the fixture. One piece big enough to see my eyes and nose. My eyes. The once beautiful blue orbs that shone brightly with joy, happiness, and serenity were now replaced with the dull gleaming reflection from the single light bulb sitting keenly above the broken mirror.
By Emmy Pichie8 years ago in Horror
