I'm alot like that too. I would really enjoy reading some of your material sometime because not only do I enjoy writing Horror/Suspense stories I also enjoy reading them, In fact i just finished a book called "The Girl Next Door" by Jack Ketchum and it was absolutly terrifying.
Here's an excerpt from one of my short stories, "Death by Facebook". It's about some chick (Elizabeth) who's being stalked, and eventually killed by someone (James) via facebook. This is from the climax:
Ten minutes later, she got another update: James has parked his car two blocks away, and is walking towards Elizabeth's house. Elizabeth stared at the words in horror. She ran outside, to see if she could see him. But instead, she ran right into the officer guarding her house. She quickly told him what was going on, and he called in two more officers.
Elizabeth went back inside, locking the front door after she came in. She sat on the couch, not daring to go on Facebook. She wished her dog was there. She wished she had never gotten a Facebook account! But it was too late, as her iPhone vibrated with an update: I'm here for you now, Elizabeth. Outside, she heard screams, gunfire, and shouts of "Officer down! filled the air. But after a minute, there was only the distressed calls from the officer's radios.
Elizabeth ran and hid a closet in the back, with no windows, and only one door. She nestled in the back next to a fur coat, as she heard the doorbell ring. She received an update: Please let me in, Elizabeth. Elizabeth shoved her head in the coat to keep from screaming. "Maybe", she thought, "If I make no noise, he'll think I'm not home". The coat was warm, and a little wet. Elizabeth didn't remember the last time she wore a fur coat. She picked up a flashlight, and shined it on the coat, only to see a dead goat, hanging from the closet ceiling. It was hanging by a rope tied around its neck, and its furry body was covered in blood. But the goat was still breathing, and looking straight at Elizabeth.
She screamed so loud, it made her ears ring. James heard it, too. The door came crashing down, and heavy, slow footsteps came towards the closet. Louder and louder they became, until Elizabeth could see his boots in the crack below the door. Then they stopped. Elizabeth's heart stopped, she forgot how to breathe, as her iPhone vibrated with its last update: Say goodbye to Elizabeth, everyone.. Then the door opened.