Horror
For things that go bump in the night. Horror explores the stuff of nightmares and all things fright, from ghost stories to slasher films, attacks of the undead and more. Campfire tales gone digital.
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Oneirodynia
“And you’ve had the same nightmare for eight years now?!” “No, not really. The theme of my nightmares had always been the same, but the gruesomeness of it increased over the years,” explained Haydari.
Dharrsheena Raja SegarranPublished 3 days ago in Horror An Adventure Through Hell
Emaciated arms covered by the tiniest bit of flesh capture me, holding me close to its decaying form. Gnarled and thin fingers pull my dark hair. Screams of anguish surround me, somehow reverberating from the empty chasm. I punch and watch as bits of grey flesh disintegrate into dust. Scratching at the caverns where its eyes should have been, I could only hope for an end to this hell. The sounds of torment continued, assaulting my ears with one tremendous roar.
Isabella RosePublished 3 days ago in HorrorTwisting Through the Doorways
A grand bronze-coloured staircase leads nowhere. It is adorned in dim and sensual lights, the golden glimmer of the chandelier adding elegance and richness to the room. This is the biggest room in the unknown home. A house made of multi-sized doors leading to multi-dimensional rooms. Some exist in daylight, some exist sideways against child-like postered walls.
Oneg In The ArcticPublished 5 days ago in HorrorThe Blank Space
I woke up screaming, and my pillow was sopping with tears. It happened again. A horrible, terrifying nightmare, that faded as soon as my eyes opened.
Meredith HarmonPublished 5 days ago in HorrorShadow Men
"Daddy, do you get scared?" Gently tucking the superman blanket around my son, I look him in the eyes. "Why do you ask?"
Recurrent
How did it start? I was sleepwalking again, a typical night for me. I somehow managed not to awaken my wife this time and left the house. I didn't even get myself dressed; I just wore my boxers. At some point on my impromptu hike, I became somewhat lucid, at the very least, aware of my surroundings. It was dark, but I could tell I was in the forest. The path was thin, barely trodden. There were parts where I had to blaze a fresh new trail, yet somehow, I knew exactly where I was going. I didn't feel the cool air on my bare chest or the hard, unyielding earth on my shoeless feet. Something pulled me along, past the bowing limbs and through the brambles. The trees were so thick in some parts I was nearly crawling on all fours to get by, yet I persevered.
Stranger things than fear
I look in the mirror and my reflection is smiling back at me, with a sinister smile. The image of myself licks my lips but I did not.
Natasha CollazoPublished 16 days ago in HorrorAt the Sheltering Doors
The doors, they always scrambled for the doors first. When they arrive and always by night it was a race to desperately bar the creatures entry to the house in the slow crawl of numb feet that the dream would impose upon him. He never seemed fast enough and the creatures uninhibited by the same constraints always made the doors first. The houses in his dream-scapes vary night to night - Some are mansions, others shacks and some are distorted contortions of his childhood home which burned down when he was ten. But the doors are always the same – frail, loose hinged and never could be fully shut. The creatures too vary – twisted and corrupted forms of animals and people familiar to him: family dogs preternaturally swollen to twice their size with rotting coats of mange and slicked damp with dark liquids of decay. The people too were bloated vestiges of ones vaguely familiar to him but whose names escape him. Their eyes gorged wide with dark blood which streaked their mottled faces in crusted trails like lost rivers which hung from their chins swinging in ropy columns beneath paling yellowed teeth. To let them break through would mean death. This he knew with grave certainty. At the door was desperation and panic as their stench emanated forth, sickly and pungent like vomit and mold and ending in a gruesome exhalation like cancer, the stench sticky and clinging invading his nostrils and lungs never to be expunged. Then in the sudden waking he never knew if he repelled them or not.
Kevin RollyPublished 20 days ago in Horror
Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Horror.
The Jungle Cafe
“I suddenly opened my eyes, sweat was dripping from my forehead and I was shivering with a cold wave passing through my spine, suddenly I guessed there was someone behind the white curtain.I could see his shadow, maybe an old-man.who was he?what did he want? I don’t know.”
Seemab GulPublished 28 minutes ago in HorrorImaginary
Imaginary I really hate seeing everyone being so hard on this movie because I honestly think it was clever and well thought out. It had many creepy and unsettling scenes filled with jumpscares that provided a good scare without being overwhelmingly terrifying. While some aspects of the story may seem cliché at times, I found that these familiar themes were portrayed with depth and effectiveness, adding to the overall suspense and atmosphere of the film. The fake outs in the ending particularly stood out to me, intensifying the suspense and enhancing the overall viewing experience.
Gobika SenthilkumarPublished about 5 hours ago in HorrorFuriosa: A Mad Max Saga
"Furiosa :A Mad MAX SAGA" In the realm of action cinema, few names evoke as much reverence as George Miller, and with "FURIOSA: A MAD MAX SAGA," he reaffirms his status as a maestro of the genre. This film isn't just a prequel to "Mad Max: Fury Road"; it's a sprawling epic that delves deep into the origins of one of its most enigmatic characters, Furiosa, portrayed with fiery intensity by Alyla Brown and seamlessly transitioned into by the captivating Anya Taylor-Joy. At 79, Miller's directorial prowess shows no signs of slowing down; instead, it blazes forward with the relentless energy of a high-octane chase across the wastelands.
Gobika SenthilkumarPublished about 5 hours ago in HorrorShadows of Sorrow: The Haunted Legacy of Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum
Introduction The Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, located in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, stands as a stark reminder of one of the darkest periods in modern history. Originally a high school, it was transformed into Security Prison 21 (S-21) by the Khmer Rouge regime between 1975 and 1979. Today, it serves as a museum dedicated to preserving the memory of the atrocities committed within its walls. Beyond its historical significance, the site is also reputed to be haunted by the spirits of those who suffered and perished there. This article delves into the history of Tuol Sleng and the chilling ghostly phenomena reported by visitors and staff.
Kyrol MojikalPublished about 6 hours ago in Horror- Content Warning
The Camping Trip
Darkness enveloped this place. It was late. Too late to be alive. Too late to be awake. Todd Gunderson trampsed through the woods, screaming her name. His sister, Mikaela, had disappeared after a camping trip the night before.
Sarah ParkerPublished about 6 hours ago in Horror The Swimming Pool
Clementine watched the sun swaying like a drunken dancer from the bottom of her parents' swimming pool. It was July: the slow, gold-colored time when the heat felt mean spirited, and the air felt thick with possibility. If she focused, she could hear the neighbor mowing his lawn. She could hear the drone of the cicadas and cars passing her parent's house on Magnolia Avenue, lent an almost otherworldly quality by the chlorinated water filling her ears. Clementine checked her watch. Seven minutes. She should have lost consciousness by now.
Daniel BradburyPublished about 9 hours ago in Horror- Content WarningAI-Generated
Nightmare mirror of the future
As I trekked the narrow mountain path, walking above the mountain to whisper mountain goddess, I stumbled upon a scene that hated me in my tracks. A circle of villagers encased local women.
magic spinnerPublished about 11 hours ago in Horror - Content Warning
My Experience In The Dark Web
The first time I accessed the dark web, it felt like stepping into a place hidden beneath layers of encryption and anonymity. Curiosity, fueled by whispered rumors and sensational stories, drove me forward, but caution tugged at the edges of my mind like a warning bell.
Alameen BikoPublished about 13 hours ago in Horror
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