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“This House of Silence” by Anne Athena Dura

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Inky black water haunted her dreams. The water running from the faucet had a thick, slimy texture and a dark, murky appearance, as if it had been tainted by something filthy and rotten. Black water oozed from the ceilings, seeping into the walls and forming a pool on the floors. The blackness that filled her dreams shimmered in the dim candlelight that illuminated the house. She had stopped lighting candles altogether. Even when she was still alive, she rarely did it, but now she had completely quit. Yet she lit them in her dreams. The sight...

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“You're Just My Blood Type” by Carina Caccia

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I only watch her because I care. There she is, a small dot moving across the screen. Another sip. Another toke. The room swells with smoke. Spirals. I magnify the pub she’s entered, check the photos. Street view. Who’s she with? And how is it that she got over me so quick? Proof. It’s proof that she never cared. Proof that I was right. Unless, of course, these men are a rebound. Bars, a refuge. Beer, a distraction. Surely, I meant more to her than that. Bitch.But God, the craving fucking hits and my gums throb, my canines ache. Small dot on ...

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“Vampire Relapse” by Loren Bailey

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He hated himself for what he was about to do. The car slowly rounded the bend, its pace unhurried in the fading light of dusk. Clusters of wildflowers and gently swaying trees gleamed in the golden glow from the headlights. Tin cans clanged softly as they scraped against the pavement, and white ribbons fluttered delicately behind the vehicle in an ethereal dance on the wind The cooling night air held the sweet notes of late summer, and the car’s windows were rolled all the way down. An infectious beat drifted from th...

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“In the Dead of Night” by Ivy Chelaru

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My father bashed my head with an axe.I was 20 years old, and I noticed that if you talk to nature, nature answers you back. I began to pray to the river behind our house, to our apple tree that bloomed such beautiful flowers in the spring, and even to the sun as it shone brightly every morning. I was a good daughter; I cooked, cleaned, and fed the animals. Ever since my mother passed away, I have taken on all of her responsibilities and even more. The only thing I misbehaved about was not wanting to get married, mainly because my father want...

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“Blunt-Fangs' Lunch” by Kirti Rajwekar

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I came to, stood on a beach. A man jogged towards me. "Where am I—?" He ran right through me. It was the strangest sensation, something cold yanking my insides. I patted myself down. Solid. There was blood on my collar. I brought my fingers to my neck; two pinpricks, just to the right of my throat. It all came back. Breaking into the decadent mansion, creeping into the candlelit room, walls adorned with golden-framed portraits. The burgundy coffin, the sleeping form within, arms crossed over a chest that rose and fell. Bringing down my woode...

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“My Christmas” by Josefine R. Dalsager

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It’s christmas eve, I’m sitting in my room, the time is almost midnight and i’m exhausted. What a night, what had happened, why was everybody acting so weird. It was supposed to be a quiet night with my mom, dad and older sister. She doesn’t live at home anymore, she is a lawyer and lives in the city. So I’m the only one who lives at home, despite the fact that i’m 22 years old, but I really don’t know what to study yet, and my parents say that they don’t mind me living at home, they love having me, they say.So I’m not in any hurry, I will s...

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“Ghost Hunting” by Nico Van Der Berg

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Jimmy was out hunting ghosts. How do you hunt ghosts? Well, that’s easy, if you know what to look for.Unfortunately, Jimmy did not know. Were they represented by a glowing ball of light, a transparent afterimage of what the person used to look like, a feeling of coldness in their presence? He had gotten these ideas from movies but had not been able to confirm or disprove any of them.He was not deterred though since he had come up with a plan. As far back as he could remember people were having accidents on the corner of Booker and Grove Stre...

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“You're dead, not lazy” by Marie May

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“Hi, I am Virginia McWowski. That’s M-c-Wow-s-k-i, and my ghostly self will be your workout instructor for the afterlife. Because, having a good figure never dies. Follow me as I show you our amazing facilities. As you have already noticed while walking in our aged car park, it contains just enough chasms and potholes to send any living person into a lifelong coma. Keeping our gym for the dead is very important to us. Our state-of-the-art broken glass entrance is covered in 5-star moss and vines. Keeping the seasons inside year-round. Yes, ...

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“Madame Vampire” by Avery Feyrer

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The setting sun transforms the bustling, regular city into a wild creature. The glimmer of bright lights and the cleansing of walking suits from the streets are just the beginning of the newfound shroud of mystery the city experiences as it gets swallowed up in darkness. The city came alive in ways you couldn’t imagine from the night dwellers. Nocturnal souls seeking pleasure, power, adventure, and sometimes danger took dominion—the blood coursing through the city’s asphalt veins. Until the disappearances started, that is. People were vanish...

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“Between life and Shadow” by Cel Brown

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Lorin has never really thought about his death, or what might come after. He’d enjoyed his life, born the only son of a Faerie doctor on earth he had been surrounded by magic from his first moments. It made life easier for him. While he never really had a control magic there was always just a faint trace there, just a golden cloud of magic that existed everywhere. Lorin knew that if he was kind to it, it might just help him in little ways. Cushioning his falls when he tripped, giving him a sparkling trail to follow whenever he got lost. It w...

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“The Beast” by Kade Baker

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Fifteen bus journeys into the sticks, thick mud and green pastures. Fifteen bus journeys and all Isaac had for company was a light backpack and his CD Walkman, fully loaded with whatever. The Jesus and Mary Chain scratched at his eardrums, and the cows laying in the field next to the road looked like tiny toys from the second deck of the bus. He started to wonder what was stopping them from walking into oncoming traffic, or why the Dairylea cow was red. None of it really mattered. Isaac had been living in London for most of his life, and th...

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“CRUMBS” by Dalibor Tomasović

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I stared at the portrait of Dr. Guillotin for a long time, holding my own head in my hands, when I finally got access to a mobile phone and the internet in the twenty-first century, here in a building in New York, where I’ve lived for the past two decades. That satisfied half-smile and the ridiculous white wig under which, I’m sure, his greasy, sticky hair reeked, stays with me even now. However, I quickly learned, after searching online, that he didn’t actually invent the device that beheaded me back in 1793 in Paris. Innocent! Of course.Af...

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“A Secret” by Sara Fernandes

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Today she got in earlier than normal. And she was not alone. Good. He, if he was something close to a he, a human living breathing he, didn’t like to see her alone. Even though she always talked about how she loved it. Her nails were brown like the leaves in the ground, her socks fuzzy and hot pink that seemed to appear every autumn and her smile crooked from the years that passed without using her retainer. She was eclectic in a way that only a frigatebird can be. The woman could be in a fucking funeral and there was some pop of color in he...

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“Hell, of sorts” by Mimi Forster

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It was Jack Towne’s first day on the job, so to speak, and he was understandably a little nervous. He had very little detail to go on. That was routine, he was told.Gabriel had said that nervousness was normal for a spirit in transition, as he called Jack who agreed it sounded much classier than ghost. That word in Jack’s mind conjured up a rather confused image somewhere between Patrick Swayze and a number of other cinemaland permutations. Gabriel conceded Swayze did a good job with the material he was given. But he...

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“The Lycanthrope Society ” by Kimberly Walker

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The Lycanthrope SocietyI thought I wanted to be a pediatrician until a rabid wolf scratched my dog. Brownie was a curious, loving pup. He was a mixture of Shepherd and gold in color, like a Lab, with a big head like a whiskey barrel-carrying Saint Bernard. The attack nearly killed my best friend here at work. I’ve followed him throughout every stage of maturation. Four thousand dollars for two surgeries and countless days, nights, and hours of worrying made me curious about why animals do the things they do for years. I studied the...

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Write a story from the point of view of a ghost, vampire, or werewolf.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 144 stories

“This House of Silence” by Anne Athena Dura

“You're Just My Blood Type” by Carina Caccia

“Vampire Relapse” by Loren Bailey

“In the Dead of Night” by Ivy Chelaru

“Blunt-Fangs' Lunch” by Kirti Rajwekar

“My Christmas” by Josefine R. Dalsager

“Ghost Hunting” by Nico Van Der Berg

“You're dead, not lazy” by Marie May

“Madame Vampire” by Avery Feyrer

“Between life and Shadow” by Cel Brown

“The Beast” by Kade Baker

“CRUMBS” by Dalibor Tomasović

“A Secret” by Sara Fernandes

“Hell, of sorts” by Mimi Forster

“The Lycanthrope Society ” by Kimberly Walker

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Write a story with the aim of scaring your reader.

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Write a story in which the narrator or a character says "Did you hear that?"

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