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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.
Message in a Bottle
L’Ollonais was born a whisper that thundered up to a roar. At first a name, a rumour, a blemish in the gutters of Port Royal. Tales told by those returning from isles as near as Tortuga and further afield. Men who recalled witnessing crews of Spaniards jumping from their sloops to certain death to escape his merciless clasp. “The Flail of the Spaniards” was the whisper as that privateer gained a legacy.
By Liam Wisker8 years ago in Horror
Who Is Peter England? (Pt. 2)
The day I met him felt no different than any other. My parents had already left for their business trip, so I made myself breakfast, got myself ready and left for school. I walked my normal route, all 17 minutes of it, lined up for class, it was all routine. Yet still, this was my most fateful day to come. The day I met my maker. He was this little blond kid, with blue eyes and perfectly groomed, straight hair. With his slight build, very non-threatening, he had this gentle look about him, dangerously disarming. He had a way with words, always so polite and so very charming. You could say he was that kid that adults loved. Teachers adored him, as did the students. He always smelled.... what was it again? Like maple oatmeal. Not to say that that's why people liked him, but it added to his image.
By Storm Harper8 years ago in Horror
Sleep Attacks
For as long as I can remember I have had bad night experiences. My name is Asher and I’m writing these experiences down before I lose the memory holding them. The earliest experience I can remember was when I was three years old living in Kansas. I was sound asleep in my pastel blue room with my Scooby-Doo night light by the door. The little three-year-old me was all snuggled under a fish covered blanket. I don’t remember what exactly woke me from my dream, but I remember the man at my door. His shoulders were wide, and he resembled a shadow. The pure fear that flooded over me and the vulnerability I felt when I tried to move and scream but couldn’t. I felt hopeless and every night he’d get closer. The panic I felt seemed to increase each night that he would move closer. I’d always close my eyes and just wait until the sun would peek into my room.
By Alyce Crane8 years ago in Horror
Haunting
“I’m telling you, horror movies just aren’t scary anymore!” I say, giggling as we walk in through the door. “Come on, you can’t tell me that there weren’t a couple jump scares in there that got you.” My friend Lizzy argues. “I know for a fact I felt you jump.”
By Shera Prague8 years ago in Horror
It Was a Bad Day for a Bad Kid
Richard Durn was a bad kid; he always had been. He was the third child out of four: two older brothers and a baby sister. His siblings were of an easy nature, sweet children who were about a year apart from each other. But, as his own family often said, when Richard was born the powers that be not only broke the mold, they burned it and buried it. The kid was born rotten.
By Deirdre Jackson-Head8 years ago in Horror
Don't Fear the Reaper
Various shades of green and brown raced by as her blonde hair swayed back and forth, her hazel eyes focused ahead on the path. A deep howl filled the silence and then suddenly – it was quiet. She stood alone, heart racing and glanced around. “Boo!” He jumped up behind her.
By Rebecca Angliss8 years ago in Horror
Eggs
The rain poured down outside. April showers drenched the outside world, blessing the fertile earth. The drops pounded against the cheap tile roof. The house was dark throughout. A single solitary wall lamp was lit in the kitchen. In the living room, which the kitchen opened into, sat a middle-aged woman in a big, brown, leather chair that had a small tear on the back.
By Amanda Rose8 years ago in Horror
