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Monsters and horror go hand in hand; explore horrific creatures, beasts and hairy scaries like Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein and far beyond.

The Boagie On Your Back
It all started when I lay down on the sofa. Wearing a tracksuit top, I instantly heard a snap, my bankcard in the side pocket of the jacket had cracked in two; a perfect split, horizontally down the middle. With a bit of clear sticky tape, I managed to salvage it so at least I could still make contactless payments. Later that day I went to phone the bank to issue me a new card but the battery was dead and my charger would not work. I went to log onto the internet and on the Wi-Fi log on page, there was a certificate problem, so my laptops security would not allow me access. With no phone and no way to connect my laptop, I was effectively cut off from the outside world. That was when a voice from childhood blossomed in my head. I heard my Grandma’s voice, “maybe I had a Boagie on my back”.
By Tom Brad5 years ago in Horror
Where moon meets dawn
The shark gasped for breath as the gills disappeared on both sides of its neck, it was almost like it’s own biology was confused and had decided that gills were cuts that ought to be healed. The shark swam vertically up to the surface as quickly as it could, it’s tail beating the water below it in a burst of bubbles.
By Rory 5 years ago in Horror
An unexpected package
Madalyn had just arrived at her apartment after shopping all day for Christmas gifts for both of her and her fiancés families. As she was fumbling in her purse for her keys, she noticed a package wrapped in brown paper in front of her door. Finally, she had found her keys and she reached down and thoughtlessly scooped up the package and tucked it under her arm as she walked through the door.
By Nina M Lane5 years ago in Horror
Silky
Matthews was sitting on the dead man's couch when I got there, and he'd even propped himself up with two pillows. It looked rather comfortable, aside from the blood dried into the other half of it.
By Justin von Bosau5 years ago in Horror
The Box on the Porch
The Box on the Porch It was Saturday morning when the doorbell chimed. “Who the heck would that be?” I was in the kitchen nursing my cup of coffee. I put it down, walked through the living room and answered the door. There was no one there but a two-foot high box was sitting there. I looked outside and could see a van driving off down the street.
By Robert Taylor5 years ago in Horror
Germaine Street - Chapter Seven
Gudrun opened her eyes, pale and aquamarine as the walls of the Vatnajökull caves, and yawned. To her left PhinFlam stirred slightly and mumbled something about thorns and furrows in Gaeilge Ársa. Itsuki had joined them around 2 am and had chosen the form of a young man with flowing green locks and silvery skin for the rest of their conscious time.
By Nick Rowley5 years ago in Horror
Horrible experience
Horror Experiences: What is your actual horror enjoy that has given you Goosebumps in lifestyles till now? I am a big believer of paranormal, and may be that is the cause that i've had a couple of paranormal reports. I become born within the doon valley of there, for the duration of my child hood I noticed numerous rituals, which aroused my interest within the paranormal world. But when I moved out of the valley, my passion by some means were given misplaced in everyday existence and i stopped pondering over such
By Dpyadav Yadav5 years ago in Horror
Bottom of the Food Chain (Chapter 2)
CHAPTER 2 Conflicting viewpoints and the great big road trip “We needed a stronghold, a sanctuary. A place where people worked with, not against, each other.”
By Dechlan Tomsett5 years ago in Horror
The Wendigo
The Wendigo Aiden jolts up in his bed, his arms holding his body up. The sweat dripping from his brow to the sheets below him, drenching them even more. His room spinning around his head, turning the posters on the wall into a mirage of colors, but there was nothing he could do to decipher one from the other. The walls fly faster and faster past his eyes, suddenly he sees a dark figure standing halfway out of the closet. The room keeps rotating, and with every spin the figure gets closer. The void of where its’ eyes should be, suck him in. Though there aren’t any eyes for Aiden to look into, it stares at him. Aiden’s hands fly up to his head to steady his skull. The figures arm begins to reach forward but before it can touch him, the cat knocks the lamp off the desk, bringing Aiden back to his body.
By Alexa Thomas5 years ago in Horror
The Car at the Inn
Penobscot Ledges Inn, the weatherbeaten sign declared. A wooden plank hung below the sign, carved with the word "VACANCY." Jeremy pedaled his bicycle up the narrow gravel road that led from the highway to the inn.
By Isaac Kimball5 years ago in Horror
Just a Slice of Cake
When I woke the realization hit me that I was in my own dining room. The large ceiling light was turned off and the dining room was bedecked in an overbearing number of candles in all shades. I would blame the marbles of sweat that rolled down my face on the heat of so many candles, but it was the fact that my wife had me tied down to the chair with the very ties that she had gifted me in the past five years. One had dinosaurs on it and the other little stacks of money with wings coming off them. And she wondered why I never wore them. A decision I might be regretting now.
By Jessica Kohlgraf5 years ago in Horror
The Dead Hour
People talk about the things that go “bump” in the night as if they don’t exist. The scary fairytales that we all know are fantasy, non-existent, inconsequential even; they are used to scare children into cleaning their rooms and provide movie dates where you can hold the girl you like real close when the jump scenes appear on the screen. Halloween is just a holiday; Freddy Krueger is just a character; Sleepy Hollow is just a town; Annabelle is just a doll. We can sleep at night with the lights off and the windows open because we know these things. I used to believe that as well. I wish I could go back in time and once again become ignorant to the truth. Unfortunately, I can never go back. I now wake up in the middle of the night with the sheets soaked with my sweat, my heart nearly bursting out of my chest, my throat dry from screaming, and my fingers numb from squeezing the pillow next to me. I am afraid, I am scared, I am terrified. I can no longer walk down the street without looking over my shoulder or sleep in a room with the lights off. I will tell you of the night that has changed my life and I hope and I pray that whomever reads this will never have to experience the true horrors of the world as I have. There are dangers that hide in the dark and lie beneath our shadows, they are right in front of our eyes and sleep comfortably underneath our beds. I will tell you of the night I discovered pure unadulterated fear.
By Diyanni Toxey5 years ago in Horror