Horror
Whispers in the Dark: A Tale of Haunting Despair
In the heart of a secluded forest, shrouded in mist and mystery, loomed the abandoned mansion of the Sinclair family. Once a grand estate, it now stood as a crumbling relic of the past, its walls whispering tales of tragedy and despair.
By KhutsoMachika9 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Afterworld. AI-Generated.
The seventh month in the lunar calendar is often regarded as the time of the "Hungry Ghost Festival," where it's believed that spirits roam freely on Earth. During our younger years, venturing out at night during this month was particularly daunting. The atmosphere felt thicker, almost ethereal, unlike any other time. Perhaps it was the increased presence of people offering prayers and burning offerings to appease the hungry ghosts. We were cautioned against consuming food sold by vendors, as it was believed that the ghosts might have tampered with it, altering its taste. Our minds were filled with tales and legends, heightening our paranoia over seemingly mundane occurrences, attributing them to ghostly influence. Yet, why did objects go missing more frequently during this time? Why were there more accidents, and a noticeable increase in food disappearing without explanation?
By Feetish Me9 days ago in Fiction
The Awakening Prayer. AI-Generated.
In the quiet suburbs of a small town, Mark had recently started attending church, finding solace and guidance in the teachings of Jesus. Raised in a non-religious household, the newfound faith was a journey for him, filled with curiosity and apprehension.
By Feetish Me9 days ago in Fiction
The secret of the forbidden forest. AI-Generated.
Once upon a time, in a little town nestled between rolling hills and a sparkling river, there was a forest that everyone called the Forbidden Forest. It wasn't that the forest was particularly scary or dangerous; it was just that no one went there. Legends and old wives' tales had cast a mysterious veil over it, and the townspeople were content to leave it be. But like all good stories, there was always someone curious enough to want to uncover its secrets.
By Jangan Tanya10 days ago in Fiction
Nightmare
Every night for the past month, Sam had the same dream. Well, not exactly the same, but close enough. It always started with him wandering through a foggy forest. The trees were tall and twisted, their branches reaching out like bony fingers. The ground was covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves that crunched under his feet, and there was always that eerie silence, the kind that makes you feel like something is watching you.
By Hilda Putri Rahmawati10 days ago in Fiction