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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.

Victims in Wonderland
“Tell me, Alice,” she asked, pen on her paper. “What do you remember most about your dream?” “Oh, but it wasn’t a dream,” I replied. “It was all very real.” I was getting irritated. Is every therapist this idiotic? Does everyone have to be so skeptical? “What I saw, felt, did… It was all very real…”
By Kali Redding8 years ago in Horror
Epidemic
Echoes of thunder and sharp piercing lightning streaks peek through the heavy grey clouds illuminating the dark sky. This morning marks the anniversary. A full year has passed and still no cure; my memories are slowly disappearing. We all thought it was a flu at first, but it spread so rapidly we couldn’t put any precautions in place, not that they would have helped anyways.
By Crystal8 years ago in Horror
Fall Visitors
Prologue "I can remember the day we last had visitors pretty clear," said Old Bob. "It just ain't the kind of thing a person's apt to forget about, now is it? Don't happen none too often, and certainly not that spectacularly."
By Jason Bennett8 years ago in Horror
The Pedestrian
She began her trip back home. Hot drink in hand, fogging the air around her as she walked. Clouds forming in front of her in the night sky. Her watch read 3:45am but when she was walking, boots crunching on the fall leaves that had taken their last breath tumbling to the concrete below, she felt as though time didn’t exist and her seconds, minutes, hours were endless.
By Crystal8 years ago in Horror
Prey For Me Pt. 3
EVANN Beep! Beep! Beep! Evann woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the blood thundering through his head. His pulse sounded as loud as his alarm, and he felt nauseous. Reaching over, he slammed a hand down towards his alarm. Instead, it came down on his glasses with a crack. He swore under his breath and fumbled around trying to get at the right button on the alarm clock.
By Stephen Biller8 years ago in Horror
Dance with the Devil
Carissa woke up in a coffin. It was completely dark and smelled like rotten flesh. Her heart began to race and she pounded on the lid. It didn’t budge. Her hands began to shake as she kicked the lid.
By Julia Menard8 years ago in Horror
Ashlyn's Darkness
It's happening again, mommy and daddy are fighting. I sit in the far corner of my room and hide my face behind my knees, I just want the fighting to stop. "The drinking has to stop Tommy! I can't take it anymore! You have to choose, the booze or your family!" Mom yells from the kitchen. I flinch when I hear loud slapping sound follow her words, mom screams and begs for daddy to stop. I cover my ears and close my eyes tight, just block out the noise, that's what she always tells me.
By Jinx Cipriano8 years ago in Horror
Through the Flames (Pt. 3)
Arthur lay there, pain still coursing through his body after trying to stand up. He looked around. It was too dark to make out any details, but he did know he was laying down on a thin bed roll; he felt the earth under him. He looked to his side and saw a cup next to him, he reached out, and grabbed it.
By Rodolfo Garcia8 years ago in Horror
The Lift
Part I - Usotsuki Have you ever had a regret in your life? Sorry, that’s a stupid question, everyone has regrets, I’m willing to bet that even God has regrets, but for me regrets are what makes up my life, defines it in some cases. Regrets are what has led to this point in time, with me on the floor of a completely trashed lift, slashed up just like in a horror movie and waiting for my despicable demise. I can hear police sirens in the background and I count my last breaths, recalling everything that has led me to this point…
By Mr EE8 years ago in Horror
The Rise and Fall
[A short story written in 15 minutes and based on a collection of four random prompts: From a great height, “It’s a boy!,"Grace the born-again Christian, 'Jack “White Baby” Lindenburg, head of the [insert] guild'. Enjoy!]
By Jake Burgess8 years ago in Horror
The Nightmare
She's on the side of the road, her breath unsteady and her head beating like a thousand drums. He was coming for her and he wasn't going to stop. One stupid mistake had cost her whole life.
By Keira Hurditch8 years ago in Horror
The Used
I can remember a time where I was able to breathe fresh air. It was an October day. The kind that chills you from the inside whenever you inhale. This time of year used to be my favorite. I remember being a child and peering out the window watching long, willowy legs stride over colorful leaves across neighborhood yards on Halloween. Lanky children with glowing skin like porcelain and coal black eyes without lids rolling like large marbles in their skulls. I would always look out my window wishing I could venture past the guards and the barbed wire fence and join them on the other side. I was desperate for playmates and my brothers and sisters lay sick and still most of the time in our concrete apartment building.
By Kaylee Champa8 years ago in Horror