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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.

Liars Into Lessons Part 5
The bedroom door rattles and I have a split second to decide whether to remain standing in the hallway or take the element of surprise and use it to my best advantage.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Serene Tragedy
My name is Becky Vement. I am a 16 year old girl that lives in a small town in the midwestern United States. My life is pretty normal to a point. I enjoy music and drawing. I like hanging with what few friends I have; we go to the mall and movies. You know, normal teenager stuff, right? Well, I wish my life was that simple.
By Darby weatherly8 years ago in Horror
Still Life of Allister
The heat surrounded me, steadily engulfing me until I suddenly sprung awake. I felt as if I were melting as I wiped the sweat from my forehead and looked up at the beaming sunlight pouring through the top of my tent. I reached over, grabbed my pants and shirt, and leisurely got dressed. I unzipped the front of the tent and crawled out, gathering myself and moving towards what was once my firepit but since had become a pile of ashes. I restarted the fire and placed my coffee pot on it, waiting for the slow brew. I sat on the ground and leaned back on my hands, taking a deep breath and feeling melancholy. I enjoy my time alone; I spend every day pretending to care about people’s lives and carrying on small talk before returning to my small apartment alone, so I always enjoy my solo camping trips. I have always been an introvert, preferring my own company. Something about the isolation of being in the woods brings me serenity. The coffee finishes brewing. I stand and pour myself a steaming hot cup of black coffee; I take a sip and stare to my right, deciding that is the direction I will head today. I relax a bit more until the coffee is finished, grab an apple from my bag and pack up my belongings and head off to the right. I enjoy each step, sound, smell, and visual. The sound of leaves crunching under my feet and animals scurrying along as I trample through their domain. I always tend to go off paths; I love feeling adventurous and exploring places where I imagine no man has set foot before. I follow sounds and sights, going wherever I see fit. Continuing through the forest I see what appears to be a circle of chairs and tree stumps in the distance. I trudge forward, advancing toward the circle. When I get about halfway, I reach out to steady myself on a tree and touch something odd that makes me jump and pull my hand back. I then notice it’s a piece of paper in a page protector nailed to the tree. It has been there a while as it is old, weathered, and curling in on itself.
By E.B. Lee8 years ago in Horror
Liars into Lessons Part 4
I don't take my time with the harlot because the sound of someone dropping the toilet seat down clicks through the silence of the apartment and let's me know that at least one of my main targets is awake. Which annoys me because she is an adulterer, which I loathe nearly as much as I do liars, and as such she deserves the slow, painful death that befits her kind. Unfortunately, I just cannot take the chance that playing with her will alert the remaining two to my presence.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Abduction
Creeping up the stairs, Jayden did the best to keep her breathing muted. She was struggling after being chased through the woods. Her legs were sliced open and bleeding from tripping over logs and branches hidden in the dark. She was too frightened to feel the pain, but her energy was steadily running out, the adrenaline betraying her and leaving her system. If she didn’t find a place to hide soon, she was dead or possibly much, much worse.
By Myriah 8 years ago in Horror
Mojo
Beginnings Another death has occurred in the simple little seaside village of Portogris. And again, the authorities have no clue to decipher or lead to follow. What is obvious to anyone who has heard the least about these deaths is that they were not natural or accidental. Both men were killed, the first one murdered.
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Horror
Liars Into Lessons Part 3
I hum contentedly as I wipe the back of my hand across my forehead and survey the room in the light of the bedside lamp. Taking in the disaster of the room around me, I feel a seed of pride bloom bright in my chest.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Obsessed
You know those urban legend stories our parents told us all the time as kids? They would always tell us that they were real, but we never really believed them because of how silly it sounded. Like of that little boy killing his older sister, maybe a boy stalking a camp or even a man who haunts you in your dreams. All of those stories sound real, don't they? Well they're not, but mine is. One that is so bone chilling that you'll wish I never told you, and nor do I. I wish that what I'm about to tell is all just a dream. A figment of my imagination. Fake. But it wasn't.
By Kaira Ambroisa8 years ago in Horror
Liars Into Lessons Part 2
I carefully set the glass down on the welcome mat and roll my eyes at how cheery it is. Welcome to our home! It never fails to surprise me just how brainless people can be. Reaching into my pocket I pull out my tools and get to work on the simple deadbolt. I lean heavily against the doorjam while I work, swaying on my feet every so often like I'm drunk and struggling to get my keys to cooperate. It's dark on the "porch" that runs the length of the building, my liars having turned off the light once everyone arrived home and went to bed for the night. So stupid, leaving themselves open like this with a welcome mat that invites anything in, let alone a humanoid monster.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Liars Into Lessons
It begins with an itch under my skin; an insistent need to destroy something, to rip into someone and hear them scream. And it always starts when someone lies to me. When that lie turns into something bigger and I end up being used, end up being made out to be a monster? That itch becomes a rash that spreads and spreads until I can no longer tell if I ever had clear skin.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Horror
Supernatural Events at the State Fair
It all started out as a normal summer night at the fair. The smell of overly fried foods and cotton candy that filled the air would soon turn into the smell of fear. The sounds of laughter would soon turn into piercing sounds of screams and uncertainty.
By Tammy2478 years ago in Horror
Suicide or Murder
I had just moved to California, a month before high school started. My name? Alisha Matthews. I'm a 16-year-old girl. This is the story of my life. My life ended sooner than it should have. I'll get into the details further as we go on into the story.
By Nimmy Kaur8 years ago in Horror