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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
“No Turning Back ”
Norman, a man with a pathological compulsion to keep going forward, is driving on a desolate stretch of open road. He is reminded of a news story about arrows painted on the road leading to a dead body, and the idea of cults and cannibals among the trees. He wonders if there is a town in this direction, but he continues forward, driven by the gas needle.
Kamran AlamPublished 8 days ago in HorrorAsleep & Dreaming In Watsonville
The narrator is getting too old for his gray beard and fights for it. He fought a gangster for cigarettes behind the overflowing dumpster of an old mini-mart, and he swung hard to smoke. He broke his knuckle and pushed him into the pile of shit. He stomped down on his broken face, cut open, and felt the iron taste of blood in his mouth. He almost got comfortable with the tearing bags and fluffy-like pillows. Eyelids got heavy, and he wish for a drink more than anything now.
Kamran AlamPublished 8 days ago in Horror- Content WarningAI-Generated
The Whispering Shadows (Part III)
The Whispering Shadows: A Mystery in Three Parts Part III: The Last Disclosure The dull figure lingered inauspiciously, its structure moving and twirling as though made out of unadulterated shadow. Evelyn and Marcus, still up in the air to uncover the last mysteries of Ravenswood. The Murmuring Shadows were as of now not simply a legend; they were a substantial danger that should have been defied.
Ahmad Al AminPublished 8 days ago in Horror - Content Warning
The Whispering Shadows (Part II)
The Whispering Shadows: A Mystery in Three Parts Part II: Echoes from the Past Evelyn’s heart pounded as she stood in the darkness, the chill of the chamber seeping into her bones. Marcus, the mysterious young man who had confronted her, was nowhere to be seen. The shadows seemed to whisper around her, their indistinct murmurs growing louder, more insistent. Summoning her courage, she groped for her flashlight and switched it on. The beam cut through the darkness, revealing the chamber’s eerie contents once more.
Ahmad Al AminPublished 8 days ago in Horror - Content Warning
The Whispering Shadows
The Whispering Shadows: A Mystery in Three Parts Part I: The Enigmatic Arrival In the quaint, fog-draped village of Ravenswood, life moved at a leisurely pace, untouched by the hustle of the modern world. Nestled between ancient forests and a meandering river, the village had an air of timelessness. Its cobblestone streets, old-world charm, and whispered legends were all part of its enigmatic allure. The most enduring of these legends spoke of the "Whispering Shadows," a series of mysterious occurrences that had baffled the villagers for generations.
Ahmad Al AminPublished 8 days ago in Horror Black Fog
The atmosphere seems to have warmed up a bit, but the thick fog is beginning to creep into the town. Initially, it was just wisps of mist floating in the air, but it gradually thickened, quickly enveloping every tree branch, blade of grass, and even the houses. Down at the foot of the mountain, faint amidst the mist, was the flickering glow of a fire from a house. In front of the house, the gate had collapsed from being hit by a large container truck.
Thông PhạmPublished 8 days ago in HorrorThe Cricket Man
A family huddled together in the corner of the room. They held the bed blanket around their shivering bodies. Their bed was stacked against the furniture that blocked the doors and windows. A small sliver of moon light bled underneath the cracks.
David S. JohnsonWilliamsPublished 8 days ago in Horror- Content Warning
Monster
Darkness swept across the sky like a heavy lead blanket. I hear the screeching of the owls fill night sky, a sound that sends a cold shiver down my spine and my body trembles, and I feel as if I'm being watched. In a panic I scan the area surrounding me yet, I see nothing and no one. Not a single soul lurking about. The campfire cackles and roars, and I get lost staring into the blaze. The warmth from the fire kisses my cheeks and with a slow blink, a single tear trickles down my face. I am alone. As far as I am aware. Crack! A sudden snapping of a twig catches my attention and i jerk my head around to peak behind me. Again, I see nothing. Yet, I feel eyes on me. I can hear the thunderous beating of my heart and sweat begins to drip from my neck and forehead. I'm on the alert and nervous. I begin fidgeting with my hands and I feel the paranoia begin to sink into my thoughts. "He's coming for me." I thought to myself. "He's watching me and he's going to come for me." I started to regret my choice to go on this camping trip.
Theresa M HochstinePublished 8 days ago in Horror - Content Warning
Garden of Heresy
Chapter 1: On the Eve of Death The clanging of the Jailor’s keys echoed throughout the dungeon. Torches flickered in the darkness. Footsteps on the cobbled floor mixed with chainmail plates beat out a steady rhythm. My eyes could not see much in the darkness of the Tower. As I was dragged with my hands and feet in chains, I could feel the eyes from my fellow cellmates watching the ritual of bringing in more prisoners. The guard’s fingers bit into my bruised skin. Blood dripped in a steady stream from the cuts on my head. An ebbing throb radiated across my body where fists, stones and whips had beaten me upon my arrest. I was on the verge of blissful sleep and yet it did not come. As I turned my head to look behind me, I saw her…The Angel of Death. A cruel creation of God placed upon this earth. A destroyer of so-called heresy…her name? Queen Mary I of England. My Angel of Death. My Punisher, My Persecutor, My Judge, Jury, and Executioner…
Ryan McGregorPublished 8 days ago in Horror She
The old mansion had been abandoned for decades, its grandeur and beauty slowly being consumed by the passing of time. Despite its history and intrigue, the house was a place to be avoided, a place where people whispered of dark secrets and unexplained occurrences.
Isra SaleemPublished 8 days ago in HorrorDark Dreams
The moonlight shined though the old thorn bush into the window of our room making strange shadows on the wall. One part of the shadow looked like an evil face. When the wind blew it looked like it was talking. I thought I heard its voice.
Mark StigersPublished 9 days ago in HorrorThe abandoned castle
In the heart of the dense forest, where the moonlight barely pierced through the thick canopy, a sense of foreboding lingered in the air. Deep within the shadows, where few dared to tread, lay the forgotten ruins of an ancient castle, its crumbling walls bearing witness to centuries of secrets and mysteries.
Ekombe hauPublished 9 days ago in Horror