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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.

Brandon Scott2 years ago
Well Down There
“Does Cindy have a future?” they’d ask, and she heard them, even if they do not think they are being heard. Her parents, all adults really, assumed she couldn’t perceive such worries. Which was a stup...
Margit Fagerbekk2 years ago
A Red and White Striped Apron
Barbra Jennings was tiny. Still, having her beside you was like standing next to a giant. Her bright red hair was cut into a groomed pixie cut and combed to one side. Her chubby face, sharp-looking ey...
Nicole Buck2 years ago
Safe and Sound
Era sits in the center of a dark room, blindfolded by a scratchy dish towel with her hands tied behind her back. Her body is soaking wet from the current events of her most recent, unsuccessful escape...
Brent Daniels2 years ago
The Midnight Train
The cigarette I was lighting almost fell from my lips when I caught a glimpse of the man standing a hundred feet away from me on the train platform. Turning my head to get a better look, the man was s...
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Lady Luna2 years ago
Ghostly Sweetheart
The clock ticked on as Valerie sat in her French class, trying not to doze off. The light fixtures above her swung on their wires as the lightbulbs flickered. Any day now they would collapse on someon...
Joe Ocasio2 years ago
My Dreadful Story
Water drips... Three days and that's all I hear... Water drips. Depending on the time of day, I could barely see my surrounding with the glare that flies through the room. If I had any idea of what's ...
RJ Saxon2 years ago
Severed
Beethoven's 5th played softly on the gramophone behind him, as he carefully and meticulously engraved the cortical layer of the tibia. He hummed along to the music, excited to see the final piece he h...
A.J. Brown2 years ago
A Not So Normal Day
It was a normal morning. A coffee breakfast, chased with dry toast and orange juice, a shower, a shave and a bathroom break. All normal. Work out clothes on, an early morning jog and another shower af...
Bash Jr2 years ago
The Entity
Mirrors! I cower in fear at the very sight of them. Why you ask! Why would a teenage girl be scared of mirrors? It's funny because I wasn't always like that. It all started one night, it was very late...
William Hillson2 years ago
Smell of Decay
The ranch house sat at the side of a hill surrounded by a forest for miles in each direction. It was small, humble, with only a room for both living and sleep, one for storing his books and valuables,...
Courtney Schmale2 years ago
Reflection
“I saw all the people behind the masks. I saw through them and there was suffering.” -Vincent Van Gogh The blood dripped off his shirt and padded lightly onto his torn and well-used shoes. His hair wa...
Carlos Gonzalez2 years ago
The Good Boy
Gerald Thompson was a large, burly, grizzled man with patches of red hair all atop his head. He was imposing, dangerous and no-nonsense. His work had often kept him busy. As a construction foreman, hi...
Colin Davies2 years ago
The Broken Window
Growing up on a council, the council estate had some very interesting aspects. One was the social bubble. As a child, I played within the confines of the local area, and so I didn't really see much el...
Samuel Canerday2 years ago
The Nocturne Chamber Part 3
My head was pounding before I even opened my eyes that morning. After an informative, but ultimately fruitless, night at the bar, I had turned up nothing concrete with which to aid my investigation. I...
Let Us Be Friends
Olivia... Olivia Jones, a name I'd never forget. I am your average college girl. I guess you'd say I have quite the good amount of friends, but what does that matter... right? You would think that hav...
Samuel Canerday2 years ago
The Nocturne Chamber Part 2
A wispy frame emerged from the shadows of a dimly lit alley onto the main thoroughfare, occasional lights from passing cars illuminating the bustle of foot traffic on the sidewalk. The young man slipp...
galaxus imprum2 years ago
Item 1197: Overlook Diary
Foreward: These are the excerpts recorded in the 'Overlook Diary,' evidence #1197, which was excavated from the grounds of Mount Claypell Sanatorium, otherwise known as the Overlook. The following ent...
Keeley Bewick2 years ago
A Stranger's Lie
I could feel the anger in his stare. His cold, emotionless expression. The wind sweeping through the windows. The curtain swaying slightly. I sit dead still, trying not to make even a slight movement ...