Horror

My Last Call. Top Story - August 2026.
Tuesday nights were always the same. Small groups of people meandered in and found a table or a booth. Individuals normally migrated to a stool at the bar where they knew Ollie. The bartender was always available to engage in a friendly conversation or to lend a sympathetic ear. Friday and Saturday nights were too busy for him to socialize, but as for the rest of the week, he never ignored a customer’s need for a drink and good chat.
By Mark Gagnon2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Passenger. AI-Generated.
The 11:45 PM train out of the city was always quiet, but tonight felt different. Rain was heavy against the window, blurring the yellow streetlights outside into long streaks of soft light. I leaned my head against the cold glass, feeling the hum of the engine beneath my feet. I was completely exhausted—not just from a long day at work, but from months of feeling like I was living a life that wasn't really mine.
By M.Fiaz2 months ago in Fiction
PLEASE MR. OUIJA - pt 3
PLEASE MR. OUIJA – pt 3 Who did that? ** There is a quiet house and then, there is a quiet house. Even when John lived home, he didn’t speak much, unless he was screaming at the boys. But when he wasn’t in a foul mood, the house was quiet. Now that he’d been gone for a number of months, the house seemed quieter – if that’s even possible. This might sound strange, but his breathing took up space and there was now a soundless void.
By Margaret Brennan2 months ago in Fiction
Every Night at 2:17, Someone Knocked on My Door. AI-Generated.
The first time it happened, I brushed it off as a half-asleep delusion. It was a cold, sharp Thursday in mid-November, and the wind outside was howling through the bare oak branches in my front yard. I woke up abruptly to three heavy, rhythmic knocks on my front door. Knock. Knock. Knock. I rolled over, blinked at the glowing red digits on my alarm clock— 2:17 AM —and assumed it was a lost neighbor or a confused delivery driver. But when I pulled back the window curtain, the porch was empty. The street lay dead silent under the amber glow of a single streetlight.
By M.Fiaz2 months ago in Fiction
Excerpts from the Emily Entries
Emily Entry #1 February 14, 2026 Women are wicked. That’s all that it is. I thought that Emily might be the one; she was into comic books and graphic novels, Harry Potter , and I swear, I’ve never seen a bigger A Song of Fire and Ice nerd in my life! But NOOOO, she just wants to “be friends”. The bitch! I don’t want to be thrown into the “friend zone” again! I swear, if I ever see her again…
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Fiction
Charlie's Web
Charlie I am awake and hungry for blood. Where am I? How did I get here? Sensing nearby animals and somehow able to read their thoughts, I weave a web I know will entice them. They have but to touch my poisonous threads to become paralyzed. I sink my fangs into the larger one, an instant death blow. I feast, gorging until I have my fill. Unlike other arachnids I sense in this place, I also ate the flesh of my prey, leaving nothing but bones. The second creature, I wrap in a cocoon-like structure to save for later.
By Julie Lacksonen2 months ago in Fiction
Somewhere Special. Content Warning.
“Erica, you can do this. This is what you want. Remember?” Talking to myself again, out loud, in the mirror. But I was right. It was everything I wanted. Not having the burden of what I was born with. I could finally have freedom from the expectations and wouldn't have to feel bad about saying no so goddamn much.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Fiction
One Missed Call. AI-Generated.
It was a calm evening in Shanuou, a small town. Sarah , a young college student, sat at her desk, studying for her final exams. Her apartment felt cozy as she flipped through her textbooks.
By M.Fiaz2 months ago in Fiction
THE GIRL UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS
THE GIRL UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS The neighbours heard the scream just before midnight. It was followed by a terrible crashing from inside the house, as though furniture was being thrown against the walls. Someone shouted, then there was another scream, this one so full of terror that it sent a chill through the entire street. A neighbour immediately called the police. Within minutes, blue lights were flashing across the windows as officers arrived at the house.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Fiction
The Unknown Chase
Beneath the colony’s artificial dawn, a weary, scruffy-faced man lay with his eyes closed and pretended the alarm was not sounding. Beyond his sealed window, crews in pressure suits crossed a surface no unprotected human could survive. On the nightstand, dim light caught a bottle of brown liquor, a pack of contraband cigarettes, and a metallic semi-automatic pistol. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. It felt far too early, but exhaustion—not the hour—was the problem.
By Jason Morton2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Shift at Hollow Creek
When the nineteen-year-old Mara Ellison reported for her night shift at Hollow Creek Gas & Go, she had no idea that anything out of the ordinary would happen. The station was situated on the outskirts of a declining logging town, lying among miles of pine forest and two-lane roads which wound around like veins through the darkness. At night the area was quiet, predictable, and even boring.
By Kirsten Schmidt2 months ago in Fiction
Nighthawks
"Last call," the man behind the counter joked as he sat my cup of black coffee down in front of me. I knew it was polite to laugh, or even smile, but I didn't. Couldn't. Not yet. I still had on my slicker and hat. A fedora pulled down low to cover my eyes. To cover what was behind them.
By Raine Fielder2 months ago in Fiction