Horror

Where the Burger Grows
“How much’ll it cost me this time?” Tony’s mother said. “Just twenty bucks for food,” Tony said. “And Miss Lanta said we’ll fundraise the rest.”
By Victor Javier Ortiz5 years ago in Fiction
Shooting star!
It was the 4th of July 1970, Independence day in the U.S.A . I stood in the backyard looking up into the sky hoping to see a shooting star.. after the display of fire works had died off. As if the universe heard me , there it was wizzing across the sky so quickly, I could barely get my thoughts together to even wish, but I did anyway and do you know what it was?
By Jacqueline Payne5 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare Farm
There is a farm somewhere with acres and acres of land where trees grow dead and grass grows brown. Flowers do not exist. Despite the fences being broken, the animals do not roam around. They are too depressed and filled with sickness.
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Fiction
1973
Now: “I think he’s gone.” I shush Charlie. My glare laced with anger, but mostly fear. “But…” I put an end to whatever his argument was about to be. He’s scared but so am I.
By Karena Graca5 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Tradition
It was a cold winter morning in Plainville. It was also Remy's 21st birthday. She awoke in her family's old run-down barn and looked down at the chain and cuff locked around her ankle keeping her from reaching the walls of the barn. "Happy birthday to me," she thought without feeling. Her heart felt as cold as the barn. At least she had wool blankets to keep her warm and the barn provided some shelter from the numbing cold outside. It was just enough to survive, but not enough to be comfortable.
By Krystle Lynn Rederer5 years ago in Fiction
The Family Barn
The barn. An old place that his Dad had loved since childhood. But, Cyrus couldn't bring himself to entirely like it. As the place was more full of painful memories than good ones. Ones that were unintentionally caused by a former babysitter, Aunt Celeste, and her visit over the Summer. She was his Dad's big sister if he remembered it right. She would bring him out to the barn with his friends and the other kids from the neighborhood. Having them play hide and seek.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 years ago in Fiction
La Bete Noire
“…and then, in front of everyone, she opened the barrel. Do you know what she found inside?” We all gasped, holding our glasses of Cabernet a bit closer to our chests. For the past half hour, Nirali had every last one of us enraptured with the grisly details of our town's most infamous cold case. Of all the friends I made since I moved to Palmetto Town, none could hold a candle to her when it came to storytelling.
By Palmarosa5 years ago in Fiction
Black Fly Season
The house and barn were hidden from view, camouflaged by overgrown shrubs and trees. It wasn’t until they turned onto the drive itself that Maura Hartson caught a glimpse of the prim white house and the old cowshed beside it. Two cruisers were parked in front of the house, strobes on, painting the clapboards a lazy blue and red. The coroner’s van was parked sideways in the drive; Maura stopped behind it. A uniformed officer made his way toward her. She studied his approach. Hurried, harried, intense. She opened the door, climbed out.
By Patricia Thorpe5 years ago in Fiction
The Devil’s Bargain
What would you do to protect your birthright? Not just a stretch of land, but the culmination of generations’ worth of toil and sacrifice. My family’s farm had stood for over a century, 240 acres of dry, stubborn soil, an old barn leaning under the weight of time, and a house built with bare hands in 1920 by my great-great-grandfather. To a passerby, it was nothing but a dying relic, but to me, it was a kingdom—my inheritance, my legacy.
By K-jay5 years ago in Fiction
The Cake is a Lie
The crisp, cool air of late autumn came in through the door as young Jimmy McMurphy walked into his grandfather's antique store in the small town of Lakewood, Virginia, with his friends Matthew and Byron.
By Adam Carden5 years ago in Fiction
Reflected
When I was seven years old, I woke up in the middle of the night with the urge to use the bathroom. My parents kept a night light in the hallway for such occasions, and there was nothing unusual on the journey. Or even as I relieved myself.
By Stranna Pearsa5 years ago in Fiction
The Package
The guy in the suit was talking to the shop owner. “Look, if you don’t pay insurance, the rioters will destroy your business tonight,” the man in the suit said.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Fiction