Skip to content

The Reaper's Writings

Short Stories from author ReaperScoob

  • Home
  • About
  • Short Stories
  • Flash Fiction
  • Facebook

Tag: horrorfiction

Sacrificed

April 1, 2018March 31, 2018 ReaperScoobLeave a comment

A woman is kidnapped and tortured, will she escape?

Posted in Short StoriesTagged amputated, art, blackness, creature, creepy, creepypasta, creepystories, dark, darkness, death, demon, evil, flesh, halloween, haunted, horror, horrorfiction, hunted, midnight, monster, murder, redemption, satanic, scarystories, short, shortstory, spooky, stalked, thriller, torture

Latched

February 28, 2018April 26, 2018 ReaperScoobLeave a comment

john and some friends play with a Ouija board and nothing is the same after.

Posted in Short StoriesTagged art, blackness, board, creature, creepy, creepypasta, creepystories, dark, darkness, demon, evil, flesh, halloween, haunted, horror, horrorfiction, kill, monster, ouija, scary, scarystories, short, shortstory, spooky, stalked, terror, thriller

The Ad

October 31, 2017March 1, 2018 ReaperScoobLeave a comment

A man places an ad for an odd request, and the replies are even odder.

Posted in Short StoriesTagged ad, advertisement, art, creepy, creepypasta, creepystories, dark, death, evil, halloween, horror, horrorfiction, murder, murderer, scary, scarystories, short, shortstory, spooky, terror, thriller

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

The Horrors

  • Flash Fiction
  • Short Stories
Create a website or blog at WordPress.com
Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use.
To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy
  • Follow Following
    • The Reaper's Writings
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • The Reaper's Writings
    • Customize
    • Follow Following
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar