Class Dismissed by Brandon Batista
It was no secret that Ms. Madison’s Junior English class was the worst behaved group of students in WestWay High School. The young teacher had more than a little trouble
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Welcome to the spine-chilling realm of EWR’s Horror Stories category! Prepare to delve into a meticulously curated collection of terrifying tales that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Our passion for the macabre has driven us to gather a diverse array of horror stories, both classic and contemporary, to satisfy even the most insatiable appetite for fear.
Within this category, you’ll discover a rich tapestry of horror woven by a mix of authorial voices. Some of our stories come from emerging talents, eager to make their mark in the world of horror literature. Others are penned by established authors who have already left an indelible impression on the genre. And, of course, we pay homage to the timeless masters of horror, whose enduring tales continue to haunt and inspire us long after they’ve passed.
From chilling psychological thrillers to blood-curdling tales of the supernatural, our Horror Stories category offers a wide spectrum of scares. Whether you prefer slow-burning, atmospheric horror or fast-paced, visceral frights, you’ll find stories that cater to your darkest desires. Each tale is carefully selected to ensure maximum impact, leaving you breathless and craving more.
So, dear reader, steel your nerves and prepare to immerse yourself in the unsettling world of EWR’s Horror Stories. Explore the depths of human fear, confront the monsters that lurk in the shadows, and revel in the exquisite terror crafted by our talented authors. Remember, in this realm, no one is safe from the clutches of horror. Are you brave enough to proceed.
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It was no secret that Ms. Madison’s Junior English class was the worst behaved group of students in WestWay High School. The young teacher had more than a little trouble
Continue readingSteve walked slowly along the gravel paths that wound through the cemetery. Megan walked beside him. She kept up a steady stream of chatter about everything
Continue readingThe café is crowded. Elise huddles in a corner, the other chairs from her table are gone: stolen away by predatory teenagers. Elise barely noticed.
Continue readingShe had finally done it. She had become a cantankerous old lady.
Continue readingFrom the comfort of his airline-assigned seat, Terry watched the storm raging outside his window. Terry hated to fly. Bumpy flights like these were the worst. Terry decided to get his mind off the turbulence the only way he knew how:
Continue readingIt was perfect.
Sasha Smith stood staring up at her new, upstairs apartment, smiling.
Continue reading“Where are you going at this hour?” Fiona stood in the doorway, a hand at either side of the frame.
Percival thought about trying to explain, then shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Continue reading“Good night, Billy. Sweet dreams.”
“Daddy, wait! Could you check for monsters under my bed?”
Continue readingMy wife and children went to Washington, D.C. for Halloween weekend. My legendary “to-do” list was anchored by the two words PAINT BASEMENT.
I was appreciating the tranquility whil
Continue readingThey never spoke about what was at the top of the old oak stairs. No one spoke a word when a curious child wandered away from his parents and crept up those ancient oak stairs. They did not attempt to stop him.
Continue readingThis time, the two lines were unmistakable.
“It can’t be” I thought, “I have not missed a single day of the pill for the past three years”.
Yet there it was; two red snake eye slits staring right at me.
Continue reading“We don’t want people like you!” The adoption agency slammed its doors. Margaret and Anne left, hugging tight. “We’d love
Continue readingGrace Andreacchi * is a novelist, poet and playwright. Works include the novels *Scarabocchio *and *Poetry and Fear*,* Music
Continue readingCharlie, your mother, Teresa Geddes, lived with her father in a small woodland farm in Blankets, just on the outskirts of Oldmeldrum. You have a hazy recollection
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