Classic and Contemporary Stories
We love Horror Stories! We’ve been collecting these new and old horror stories for years, and I”m so happy to bring them to you. Some of our authors are new. Some of our authors are established, and some of our authors are long dead.
I’m in the kitchen, squeezing a teabag against the inside of my mug with a spoon when the kitchen door slams shut. I turn, shaking off the hot brown liquid that has spilt on the back of my hand. When I touch the handle of the door it feels icy cold and rigid as I try in vain to push it down.
Continue readingBrittany Muller shook in fright as she waited in the parking lot for the police to arrive. Behind her, the church where it all happened; ancient stained-glass windows, a fa?ade of dark brick, and a large tower that rose into the sky topped with an eroded crucifix that cast a black contour against the pink stratus clouds. Thirteen religion school children stood beside her crying, some sitting in the grass holding each other?s hands, one girl standing with her arms wrapped around Brittany?s leg because the thing . . . with its horrific eyes . . . and deadly horns . . . was still inside the church.
Continue readingDamn undertaker. This coffin was built for a midget, not a six-foot two ex-rugby player. He must have stuffed me in with a shoe horn. And the heat. If anyone’s coming to rescue me they’d
Continue readingThe clang of metal against metal quickly snapped Olivia back to reality.
Any second now.
The footsteps got louder, and then stopped.
Continue readingOn a night like this, he would not have been out. But tonight was different. This was an emergency. The consignment had to be delivered. He glanced back at the life-like statue covered in brown-paper. One of the antiques being shipped out. This would make his fortune the man had assured him. But the night worried him. He preferred nights to be dark and cloudy, the rain falling down in torrents, the stars hidden, the wind howling?all that ensured security guards huddled together, more than ready to wave him through.
Continue readingRevenge by Leanne Adler Good lord, please start, Gloria thought as her eyes roamed the busy room and she registered
Continue readingThe woman whispered to our mother as she swung a greasy brown finger over our heads. ?God must hate you,? she added before wandering away. My mother?s tense white face stayed that way for the remainder of our shopping excursion. In bed that night Chloe asked me what the woman whispered to our mother in the store.
Continue readingFrailty by Matt Bender The frailty in man is thinking that you can give your heart, your hard-earned life, to
Continue readingThe Sealed Room by Bernhard Severin Ingemann For many years there stood in a side street in Kiel an
Continue readingNyarlathotep H. P. Lovecraft Nyarlathotep … the crawling chaos … I am the last … I will tell the audient
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