Writing a compelling horror story can be a challenge, but it’s certainly possible. When crafting a spine-chilling narrative, you should include some essential elements to create a successful horror story.
Horror fiction is a genre that seeks to evoke feelings of dread, horror, and terror in the reader. It is often centered around dark and mysterious themes such as the supernatural, violence, death, and the unknown. Horror fiction has existed since antiquity, appearing in ancient folklore and legends.
The lines on the highway get blurry when you’re driving for so long. Pete was used to this; he’d stop at whatever town seemed appealing to him. He usually picked where he stopped based on the name of the town. He didn’t know much about these small hamlets throughout the states, nor did he want to. Usually, the smaller and quieter the town, the better for Pete.
I have decided to celebrate tonight. You must be asking why. It’s because here, in my solitary cell, the pagans who worship me, the religious cultists, have thrown an extravagant ceremony that coronates my kingship.
You see, they call me Killer Ugly. I am the god of the downtrodden, the people who most like to dismiss and push aside in this capitalistic free-for-all world. Someone must look out for these folks, no? I am their champion.
Hunger rips my insides My stomach explodes with shame I shouldn’t have done that back there Making the public believe their savior is a counterfeit and he’s really out to extinguish the cells in their tiny brains Out here, in the wilderness, my dreamscape is abandoned Yet, it’s full of the blackness and dirt of galaxies Dark matter, everywhere, clouding my eye sockets And burning up the skies with auburn alien lights Those meteors are not naturally caused phenomena They are celestial divinations manifested from our persecution complex Judgment days on summer nights, firefly obsession The insects cover us all and puncture our leathery skin And the sky opens and dumps buckets of blood rain It smells like the fatal sins of Saint Francis And these black-blood drops of liquid taste like outlawed heavens That I saw in the dreams of the dead children We never stop dreaming, hoping for our illusions to be realized But once we get there, it’s so cold and hostile That we wish the demon deities would let us go back Heaven is right here! Come get your salvation! I’m selling it for only $29.99, and you get a free trial Cancel any time, stream your pornographic paradise straight to your mind That’s what the dead want, just to be close to us And cuddle our warm bodies at nightfall
The woman’s body had been dismembered. Entirely and utterly torn apart, pieces of which were strewn about the apartment. And there, in the dark, we found the symbol of the killer glowing on the wall: the two Xs for eyes and the smiley face. It was the third such case this month.
“I wanna know, how does he not track blood everywhere when he leaves the place?” I asked my partner, Matthew. “He’s careful, but not that careful. If he was more careful, he wouldn’t leave such a mess.”
“What was that noise?” I said aloud, though I was alone.
I remembered I had left the screen door open. There is such utter peace when you live in the woods, away from most of civilization. But there is also a creepy feeling, knowing that your neighbors are so far away, and no one would be able to hear you scream. It’s why I was so terrified of home invasions.
Here’s a piece of horror flash fiction about a pair of married urban adventures that go one step too far. It’s about 900 words and has an estimated reading time of 3.5 minutes. Let me know what you think!
And what if the apocalypse comes? Do we not deserve it? Have we not been traveling down this path for a very long time? I think of this often, and I believe there may even be sweetness in the flames that will consume us.
But this is beside the point. What is the point? That something is coming. Call it prophecy; call it what you will. I get the feeling everyone knows, though some are pushing it out of their mind.