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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.
The Doe
It started out any other December night, just laying in bed and talking about work. She was a writer and I was a general laborer, as she got to stay in the warm house, typing down words, I worked outside in the elements pushing and pulling train cars. Even though we were both different in styles and opinions, it didn't matter any because we both loved each other. Even though I didn't know it, my heart was about to break with the ringing of her phone. When she got finished and hung up the phone, she had informed me it was her father inviting us to Christmas at his place, it wasn't often we got to see him as he was always on the road. It was just a few days' notice, and a distance we had to go, I told her we should go, and we will pack the following afternoon.
By Natasha Dennis8 years ago in Horror
The Story of the Doll
“Mommy, Mommy I want this one!” Little Sally Fling field was given some money to go get what she wanted. When she ran to the register and asked to buy the doll she wanted, the man at the counter said “sweetie, are you sure you want this one? This isn’t a very nice dolly.” Little Sally looked up at the man with big brown eyes and said in a small squeaky voice “I want her. She’s pretty.” The man blew out his cheeks. “Ok sweetie, you can have her, but there is one thing you should know. Never and I mean never leave her on the first step of your staircase before you go to sleep.” How’d you know I had stairs?” Sally asked in wonder. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” With a crooked smile on his lips, the mysterious man leaves Little Sally alone with her new toy. About to explode with excitement, Sally quietly sings to her new friend on the way home. Mommy I’m in the kitchen, Mommy I’m on the floor, Mommy I want more, Mommy I’m hungry, Mommy?! Feed me!” As soon as they get home Sally run’s upstairs to play with her new doll. Around five-thirty Sally has eaten her dinner (with the company of the doll) and taken a bath, now she sits still while her mom attempts to tame the wild forest called hair on Sally’s little head. Looking at herself in the mirror Sally goes over all the freckles that her daddy calls angel kisses. There are a couple surrounding the outline of her thin yet very red lips. Then there is some creeping up her button of a nose. Following them with her eyes she sees a big puddle of them going onto her eye lids. Sally stares at her eyes noticing for the first time how pretty they were, a light brown with a hint of hazel sneaking up from the corners. She then focuses on her very curly, poofy, bright red hair that her mother is trying to put into braids. With a grunt of frustration Sally’s mom ties off the end of the braid and pats Sally’s head to let her know that she is done. Before heading off to bed Sally races down stairs to say goodnight to her daddy and older brother Nathan. Nathan, who is sixteen, absolutely adores his five year old baby sister. He sweeps her up in his arms and smothers her in kisses. Sally, giggling very hard, is handed to her daddy to say goodnight. As soon as her dad pecks her cheek Sally is lifted into the air by her brother, once again. She is rushed through the air like an airplane back up the stairs. At the top of the stairs her mother awaits to tuck her in. Distracted by all the excitement sally forgets her new doll in the hallway.
By Eli Carter8 years ago in Horror
Strigoi: Chapter 2
What does one say about having been raped in front of a group of people in order to get out of a manor one has been stuck in? Yes, I was also the butterfly, though you will laugh at that. I know exactly who were the two real moths, as opposed to the posited two in the movie. If you’ve ever seen anyone beheaded, especially a butterfly, you know what Crimson Peak means.
By Alexandra F8 years ago in Horror
Reality
“Why? Why? Why? Why?” we whisper to ourselves rocking back and forth. Our head is pounding. We try to open our eyes. Everything is still blurry. We can make out a small crack of light from underneath the door, but nothing else. Our eyes are too bloodshot, too watery, and it’s too dark. Food hasn’t come today. Looks like there’s nothing to eat again. We fall asleep.
By Danielle Clark8 years ago in Horror
Strigoi: Chapter 1
What it’s like to be the wife of a count. Boring, stately, expectations of you all day long, ramifications of his decisions as to what to do about the region, two countries warring for control of yours while yours tries to claim its autonomy. Oh, and we had barely enough of an army to pose a threat and only to one side of it, and that was the side that was semi-peaceful since they had good political relations with us via one relative- me.
By Alexandra F8 years ago in Horror
Everything You Need To Know About The Eldritch Horror Lurking In Your Closet. Now. Right Now.
You asked your burning questions in the faintest of night-whispers, and we've summoned the answers from the depths of the beyond. Here's all the #creepy fun factoids on your favorite #horror, straight to your brain-box from the finest seers, oracles, sooth-sayers, and totally tuned-in ghost-vibes.
By RoAnna Sylver8 years ago in Horror
Nerve Coil
I sat up with my back against the headboard of my bed, looking up and away into the corner of my ceiling, staring hard at nothing, causing everything outside of my immediate field of vision to turn black. I was comfortable, warm enough that I didn't need a cover over my tired feet still red and indented from my shoes I'd tied too tight. Neither did I need a pillow behind me, the wood of the backboard kept me cool and propped up without needing any cushion. Sweat seeped through my shirt which left me a bit miffed because I knew when I eventually stood up it would peel off my back and give me a chill. A petty complaint I realize, but I value my comfort. Anyway, I knew I should get up and take a shower soon, but I was still enthralled by the thoughts that ran through my head just staring into a corner. *laughs* I know it's strange but I really enjoy allowing my thoughts to wander in and out of reality. While I acknowledged the usual things like needing to wash up, I would also venture outward into random daydreams that I could never explain. Except, today saw me repeating the same image in a kaleidoscopic manner that gradually grew darker and more violent, flooding my mind with a mixture of raw panic and anger, though not an ounce of regret.
By Johnson Hedgepath8 years ago in Horror
Thunder
The thunder roared and the rain fell outside the window. “Tonight is the night,” he thought as he looked at his little brother playing across the room. The two boys were alone in the house. The clock read 8:30 pm. It was after a long afternoon of playing games and watching TV that the big brother realized it would be bedtime soon. “Should we play one more game before bed?” the big brother said.
By Harrison Lindley8 years ago in Horror
Switch.
“It’s raining again.” I thought to myself as the droplets cascade down the window by my desk. For as long as I lived here the sun seems to keep itself hidden behind the clouds seemingly afraid to come out. It’s an odd phenomenon that I’m sure scientists can chalk it up to being an unfortunate series of events. I continue to stare out into the distance watching each car new and old drive in out of the school’s driveway. I look over to my teacher drone on and on about chemical compounds and how important it is to know the scientific term of them. I glance up past him at the analog clock slowly ticking away each second until 8:15. The bell finally rings and students scurry for the exit not wanting to here another second of this “titillating” lecture. I slowly rise from my seat and started to gather my things until the teacher stops me in my tracks.
By Cranky Raven8 years ago in Horror
HAG - A Story Of Sleep Paralysis - Part 1
She first came to him when he was only a child, and in the hours when darkness grew from the shadows in the corners of the room. Little Ellis Peters had fallen into a sound sleep, his mother having just read to him, and sang him a song, probably 'Half Way Down The Stairs', that was always his favorite back then, and he had fallen sound asleep, his head full of the innocent thoughts of a child, unprepared for the horror that was destined to enter his life.
By Trev Lewis8 years ago in Horror
