Horror

The Shadow
I could see the Shadow out of the corner of my eye, huddled in the corner of the room. It's always there. Just on the edge of my vision so I never got a good look at it. But it always seemed to take a different shape each time I tried to look at it.
By J.A McAfee5 years ago in Fiction
The Precious
I. When the wave hit it was small and most people thought it was an offshoot of Pandemic 2020 or P2020. It was no longer called Covid or Corona just P2020 because the world had basically stopped in 2020. Plus it sounded hipper.
By Vivian Marie Millan5 years ago in Fiction
The Stuff of Nightmares
She runs down the desolate beach track, breath coming in ragged, searing, wet gasps. Her feet lose the ground beneath them as she slips across the rough, loose stones. Blood seeps into her eyes from the gash across her cheek. Her knees and hands are grazed, burning from where she crashed against the gravel on the uneven ground. She needs to keep pace, to maintain her balance. She dares not fall again, though her limbs are fatigued. Adrenalin is surging and causing them to tremor with an uncontrollable ferociousness. He is right behind her, breathing hot fear into the void. She can’t see him, but he is there. He is always there.
By Sonny Mac5 years ago in Fiction
The Usher's House
“Well, that could have gone better, yeah?” snapped the older woman in front of me, splattered in mud from her mire-caked hair to her filth-encrusted boots.
By Timothy James Turnipseed5 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Moon Rule
Death metal pounded and pulsated from the state of the art speakers that were strategically placed in every corner of every room. Every room, not only the ones where you’d expect to find speakers - the lounge room or the dining room or the bedroom, rooms where one might like to bring some music in to sooth savage beasts or to lull a baby to sleep or to aid digestive juices or to set a romantic mood or to saturate the atmosphere with the sex-charged hypnotic notes of a saxophone. Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing springs to mind.
By Karen Adler5 years ago in Fiction
Deceitful Above All Things
“Mama, tell me about our father,” Emma begged. “Again?” she asked, smiling. Mama pulled Emma into her lap, and held up her heart-shaped locket, opening it to reveal the tiny picture nestled inside. Her voice softened as she settled back to retell the story that had lulled Emma to sleep many a night.
By Maya Ivers5 years ago in Fiction
The Key to My Heart
It all started out under the cover of darkness or so I thought. My eyelids opened to reveal some semblance of light. Blinding - but as my vision began to clear, for moment, I had wished I was blind. This feeling came with realization - I was alone.
By Jeanette Guzman5 years ago in Fiction
The Underground Experiment
Darkness encompassed Wren like a thick weighted blanket. It laid on her chest, squeezed at her arms and legs, and clung to each strand of hair. In truth, it didn’t bother her that much. What was truly unbearable was the silence. The silence was deafening. For a moment she thought herself dead, but she quickly threw away the thought.
By Amanda Flores5 years ago in Fiction
Black-Hearted
Abe’s worn sneakers lose grip causing him to stumble down the very hill that he struggled to climb. The clatter of junk goes every which way as Beth hurries to check on her husband. He allows her to help him to his feet, rubbing the burning patch on his back.
By Khayriyah5 years ago in Fiction
Sarajevo Prison state
Right outside Bloomsbury, New Jersey, was this prison, and the name of this prison was Sarajevo State Prison. Created by the mad Wall street mogul, Sikander Raza, the prison sat on 1700 acres of land, and yet few mortals could claim to have seen it
By Syed Arabi Khalique5 years ago in Fiction
Keep Going
Keep Going By; Tory Denboer “Keep going” That voice... I jolt up from the nap I was very much enjoying, grabbing my rifle, ready for a fight. Silence flooding the small cabin we had found the night before. Daylight had just broken through the window. I glance at my watch, 06:45 August 15th, 2024, two years to the day since the world went to shit. I know I should get up, but everything hurts. When will this end? I can’t keep doing this, looking at the gun in my hands it could be over so quick…
By Tory Denboer5 years ago in Fiction
Expurgation
Today Kahuna dreamt of a sun rise she hadn’t witnessed in years. It left a bittersweet taste at the tip of her tongue. Squinting both eyes, her vision slowly cleared to catch sight of the metal closet space she shared with seven unfortunate souls. Cly, a young one, sat in front of her, trembling as he cradled his left side. Wheezing in gasps, his wide eyes caught Kahuna, freezing her with his fear. He thrashed around in a frenzy until a short, bandaged stump came into view.
By Paola Olivas5 years ago in Fiction