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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.
Under The Linoleum Floor
It’s raining outside. I've always found it peaceful when it rains. When I was really little, Mama told me that when it rains it means the angels are crying. I don't understand how something so beautiful can be born from sadness. Mama use to tell me lots of things, but she doesn't anymore. She use to smile and laugh too.
By E E Holding8 years ago in Horror
The Jump
Jimmy sat at the edge of the landing, six stories up, looking down. How will it feel he asked himself, will I pass out before I hit the bottom? He had read somewhere that most suicide jumpers pass out before they hit thus feel little to no pain. Is this high enough? He also heard that time slowed down and your life would pass before you. Will the fall kill me, or just break my legs? Several minutes passed and Jimmy's thoughts floated in and out of his mind without sticking anywhere. His original plan was to climb to the top of the towns water tower and just jump off the side, plunging to his death. However the recent sullying of the tower by a graffiti artist who identified himself with the tag BOOG made the attention on the tower too great. The local cops would now drive by too frequently, shining their spotlights onto the tower. Jimmy couldn't risk that, what if they caught him before the jump, they'd blame him for the graffiti and that would be all he'd be known for.
By Scott Tauser8 years ago in Horror
Finally Found
The sky was grey as the wind whipped up the freshly fallen snow. The sidewalk felt like a tunnel with the icy snow drifts piled on either side of my usual route to and from work. I knew every crack and crevasse in the sidewalk, and all the faces of the people I saw on my daily trek but today was different. The snow was unexpected and came with a ferocity that the town had never witnessed before. My path that was usually flooded with familiar faces was now barren of any life.
By Madison Krumm8 years ago in Horror
Destruction
Standing in front of the body drenched in their blood, I begin to realize what happened. Shaking in fear, all I could see was the dark night sky fiercely glooming over me. The day before I was a normal nine-year-old girl. Now I am alone in the middle of the woods with a dead body. What happened to me? How did I end up here alone?
By Natalie C..8 years ago in Horror
Blood Addiction (Chapter 3)
Chapter 3 After we got to her house I placed her on the couch and was about to leave. It took all my strength not to give in to the urge to kiss her when I was carrying her to her place. It seems like her visions take a lot of energy out of her and she seems to have more visions around me, but why? In our society we have herd of half human half vampire children that have some of the vampire abilities due to the vampire blood. Most of them got the little abilities such as telepathy and nothing else. Jane wasn’t a half-breed though I would’ve been able to sense the vampire blood in her. So how the hell did she get gifted with such powers?
By Saintta Modurat8 years ago in Horror
Heads
Hello, my name is Reijo Almila. I am 16 years old and this is my story. I just moved to this town in Lucherberg, Germany, from Velkua, Finland. All of my life I have been moving around. In all of the schools, I have never fit in with the other kids. Always being bullied and teased. This time to me, this school freaks me out. Everyone at this school is so weird. Today is my first day, and I am having the weirdest time. For lunch, we were served green mashed potatoes with blue gravy and black tomatoes. EW! The teachers at this school are all strange. They don’t answer our questions when we ask them; they don’t speak to us. I wonder if they ever talk or even breathe. Well, I am in the fifth period right now and bored to death. The class is supposed to be English, but so far we have not even learned anything or done anything. We just spent our time staring at the walls.
By Natalie C..8 years ago in Horror
Playing Card
No one would have thought a Sunday closing shift would have been so bare. The book store looked emptier than it usually did; even when its usual three customers came it at least looked somewhat alive. At least, that's what Slyv thought. Sylv had owned that book store for more than thirty years with seeing it rise in popularity, and fall faster than he could blink. Nowadays he would be lucky to see more than his usuals show up, but in those rare cases it was tourist wanting to know a way out of town or lone wanderers looking for a way to the closest coffee shop to enjoy something warm in such a cold city.
By Randy Sinclair8 years ago in Horror
Gallows
It was the start of a new day, the day that one old man would lose his life. His swollen, bloody feet stumbling to take the next step, forced to walk at a fast pace. Blindfolded, all he had was his sense of hearing. Hearing the chatter of the crowd, gathered around to watch the event occur right before them. Two men, fully clothed in black, had a white knuckle grip on both of his arms at an awkward angle. The crowd just watched with their eyes glued to the three men as if they had nothing better to do. The two men took the first step of five, dragging the helpless man, carelessly to the top. The man’s body sank as his foot hit the first step, knowing his fate was at the top. Finding no use, the old man let his body fall limp, his knees hitting the second step.
By Natalie C..8 years ago in Horror
Memories of Nowhere
Some memories are fleeting. They vanish on the wind in an instant or they fade slowly over time so that the details become increasingly less well defined, less clear. Each time you tell the story it becomes a little different because you find you can't quite recall the little details anymore.
By Bryan Irving8 years ago in Horror
Hell Underground
The alarm rings relentlessly, waiting to be turned off. I do so with regret, knowing that I have to get up and go to work. Barely a sound can be heard outside, except for a few cars passing by my window. My feet finally manage to step out onto the wooden floor of my room. As per usual, I take a shower, have some breakfast and prepare myself to face another tough day at work, where I'll have to get involved in banal conversations with my colleagues on top of all the paperwork. I sigh just thinking about it. About half an hour later, I step out of my small apartment in the center of Madrid, outside of which one can barely distinguish an earthly sound. It's such a cold winter morning, that December is almost tangible. I feel like a ghost, invisible, while I walk the small distance between my home and the subway station, outside of which there is already a homeless gentleman begging for money.
By Eugenia Moreno8 years ago in Horror
