Creepy Short Stories

Join Sarah as she uncovers a mysterious necklace that holds a sinister secret, one that will tighten its grasp with every lie she tells. Feel your heart race as the line between truth and deception blurs, leaving you breathless with every twist and turn! This is not just a story; it’s an experience that will haunt your thoughts long after the final word fades.

Embrace the shadows with Vagabond 5: The Winter Issue, your newest compendium of terror, bringing you the most chilling tales from the darkest recesses of the unknown. This winter issue, featuring thirteen harrowing stories, invites you to tread the blizzard-blown paths where whispers dance with the winds, and figures lurk just beyond the frosted glass. Each tale spins a delicate web of dread, suspense, and the outright macabre, drawing the brave and the curious into landscapes from which escape is a flickering, distant hope. Gather your courage, for the icy breath of fear itself caresses ...

A man desperately seeks to validate his life. He finds the perfect vice and meets the perfect girl. He then meets a mysterious stranger who offers dark and cryptic advice. Charles Pierce hasn't been good at anything in his life. As he journeys toward middle age, he has felt like the captain of a rudderless ship. He desperately seeks to fit in, belong, and finally be good at something. He finds just the thing to pour his heart and soul into and prove to society that he is somebody. Dedicating every ounce of his being to marathon running, Charles finds himself in the middle of an intense ...

Bruno is a mild-mannered baker from Italy, now living in the quaint little town of Terrace Heights. Mina, the local cake artiste, is always trying to get him to impregnate her so they can get hitched and raise a large family. Tomas, his new hire at Luna's bakery, has his eyes on the vault in Bruno's man cave. Little does Bruno know that his world is about to be hot-crossed, glazed and jelly-filled.

The problem with the dark is you don’t really know what’s lurking in there. Something hiding? Something menacing? Or just an inky dome for the stars to twinkle on? Writers rarely let us dwell on the latter. No, they would much rather they put our nerves on edge, that our skin would begin to crawl and that the cold sweat of fear propels our pulse and heartbeat to nightmare-inducing trauma. I think they’re ready.