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Demon of the Dispensary
DEA Agent Elizabeth Derring strode carefully through the dispensary, seeing everything through the sights of her Glock 19. Her team had timed the raid perfectly; there were only a couple of employees in the building. The raid had gone well until about five minutes ago, when she had lost contact with the other three members of her team. She had tried to retreat but had gotten lost.
By Jamais Jochim12 months ago in Horror
The Spooky Man
🕰️ 1. The Whispering Town In the forgotten town of Blackridge, nights were quieter than graves. People locked their doors before dusk, not out of habit—but out of fear.
By Saqib Ullah12 months ago in Horror
The Vampire's Guide to Investing
Too many fresh kindred forget that being turned is just the beginning. They usually have no long-range plans beyond “serve the sire until he gets bored of you and then figure it out”; these neonates either get themselves killed serving their sire or become a meal for one of their elders. Therefore, these neonates need to create some sort of investment plan for their futures. Such a plan is not hard to set up.
By Jamais Jochim12 months ago in Horror
From the terror of before to the scares of now
When we think of horror, almost all of us imagine the typical ghost movie that makes us doubt whether what we're seeing is real or just imagining it. If we go back a little, we discover that horror is a very subtle art when done properly.
By Marcela marin12 months ago in Horror
The Man Sealed in the Wall a Real Horror
Of course. Here is a detailed explanation of the "The Man Sealed in the Wall" mystery, exploring its origins, the event itself, potential explanations, and its enduring legacy in the realm of the paranormal.
By Faheem ullah12 months ago in Horror
Monster
I ran with no regard for the blood dripping down my face. I listened for the sound of pursuit, but all I heard were my own footsteps and my labored breathing.
By Alice Greta12 months ago in Horror
It's All Fun And Games Until The Wings Appear. Content Warning.
So there I’m naked and chained to this hard rubber table when I make this sudden realization. See, the night had begun relatively simple. I was on the hunt and looking for someone with a burning passion for something. Anything. That’s sort of my lifeblood.
By Jamais Jochim12 months ago in Horror
Steve Jobs Death: The Shocking 2011 Passing of Apple's Visionary CEO at Age 56
Steve Jobs Death: The Shocking 2011 Passing of Apple's Visionary CEO at Age 56 On October 5, 2011, the world stopped for a moment. Steve Jobs, the brilliant mind behind Apple, passed away at 56 from respiratory arrest tied to his long fight with cancer. News hit like a thunderbolt, shocking fans, leaders, and tech lovers everywhere. His death marked the end of a key figure in modern tech, but it also sparked talks about his huge role in shaping gadgets we use daily.
By Story silver book 12 months ago in Horror
The Bird Above the Well
The Bird Above the Well by Areeba Abid Hussain It was December in Abbottabad. Winter had wrapped the entire valley in a thick white sheet of snow. The world outside looked peaceful yet eerily silent. Snowflakes floated down like bits of cotton, and every now and then, the sound of cedar branches cracking under the weight of frost pierced the stillness. Inside a mud house, a fire crackled in the middle of the room. The golden light from the burning logs danced across the faces of those sitting around it. We all sat close to our grandmother, who seemed lost in thought as she stared into the fire — her eyes reflecting memories of years long gone. After a long silence, she cleared her throat and began, “This happened when water was scarce in our village. Your Aunt Sanober and I would go every morning before dawn to fetch water.” Sanober was older than her, strong-willed and fearless — while grandmother, then a young woman, admitted she had always been a little afraid of the dark. “She would come,” Dadi said, “sometimes before the call to prayer, sometimes right after, tapping her brass pot against our wall. My bed was always by that wall, so I would wake up instantly, grab my pots, and rush out.” Outside, it would be pitch dark. The howls of jackals echoed from the nearby hills, each one freezing her blood a little more. Houses were few and far between, and the well stood far away at the edge of the forest. “We would walk slowly, clutching our shawls tightly, whispering verses under our breath,” she continued. “Every rustle in the bushes felt like eyes watching us.” Sanober, however, was never afraid. She often reminded her, ‘No matter what happens, never turn around. Even if you hear something, don’t look back.’ “I etched her words deep into my heart,” Dadi said. “Each time I heard footsteps behind me — soft, deliberate, following me — I would close my eyes tight and start reciting Ayat-ul-Kursi until the fear passed.” But one morning, something strange happened. She remembered waking up to the familiar sound of pots hitting the wall. But when she stepped outside, the darkness seemed thicker than usual — heavy and unnatural. It didn’t feel like dawn. “I thought maybe the night was just darker than usual,” she said. “I could hear no birds, no wind — only silence.” She called out Sanober’s name but heard nothing. Assuming her friend had gone ahead, she began walking toward the well. The jackals’ cries echoed again, closer this time, making her clutch her shawl tighter around her trembling body. “I kept walking, my feet numb with cold and fear,” she said, her voice low. “But when I reached the well, Sanober was nowhere to be seen. And then, from below, I heard something — the sound of water splashing, as if someone was pouring bucket after bucket into the well.” She froze. No one should have been there. The moon hid behind clouds, and the only light came from the faint shimmer of snow. She sat down on an overturned bucket near the well, hoping it was just her imagination. But the sound didn’t stop — the rhythm of splashing water continued, slow and steady, echoing unnaturally through the night. “Something was wrong,” she whispered, staring into the flames as if she could still see it. “The air around me grew colder. I could feel someone standing right behind me.” Her breath caught in her throat. She turned — trembling — but there was no one there. Only darkness. And silence. Then, suddenly, she saw it. On a high branch of a cedar tree above the well sat a creature — a bird, or something like one. “It wasn’t like any bird I had ever seen,” she said. “Its entire body was covered in black hair, and its eyes… its eyes were glowing red.” The creature stared directly at her. She felt as though her body had turned to stone. Then, without thinking, she ran. She ran faster than she ever had in her life, the verses of Ayat-ul-Kursi spilling from her lips between sobs. The snow blurred her vision as tears streamed down her cheeks. “When I reached home,” she said, “I reached for the door — and just as I was about to push it open, the door of Sanober’s house across the yard creaked open. She stood there, alive, holding her water pots.” Dadi’s voice trembled as she continued, “I tried to speak but the world tilted. The next thing I remember, everything went black.” When she woke up, four days had passed. She had been unconscious all that time, her family said. Sanober and her relatives were sitting nearby when she opened her eyes. “I asked for water,” Dadi said, “and when they brought it, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.” When she told Sanober what had happened, her friend’s face went pale. “If what you saw was true,” Sanober said, “then it was nothing short of a miracle that you returned alive.” Even now, decades later, Dadi shivered as she finished her tale. “Sometimes,” she whispered, “I can still hear the sound of water pouring into that well — slow and steady — and see that strange, hairy bird with eyes as red as burning coals.” Outside, the firewood crackled, and for a moment, everyone fell silent. The storm outside howled against the walls, and it almost felt like — far, far away — something unseen was still watching.
By Khan 12 months ago in Horror
The Black Cat of House 450
The Black Cat of House 450 By Farah Anees After finishing dinner, I tidied up the kitchen and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. “Oh no, it’s so late already!” I gasped, quickly grabbing the shawl from the sofa and tossing it around my shoulders. I slipped the house key into my purse and hurried out the door. The Maghrib call to prayer echoed through the street as I walked briskly toward the children’s tuition center. The kids will complain again, I thought. They’ll say, “Mama forgot to pick us up!” “Mama, you’re so late today!” complained my seven-year-old, Rehan, as soon as he saw me. His little sister, Anum, only six, walked beside him, lips pouting in silent protest. Their faces made me laugh despite my guilt. “Alright, I’m sorry, my loves. I promise it won’t happen again,” I said. “We’ll only forgive you if you let us stay at Nanu’s house this weekend!” Anum declared. I laughed and nodded. “Deal.” “Now hurry up,” I said, taking their hands. “Your dad will be home soon.” Instead of taking the main road, I turned into a narrow lane—a shortcut I usually avoided. “Mama, that house looks scary,” Rehan whispered, pointing to House No. 450. The place stood in complete darkness, radiating an eerie, suffocating silence. I tightened my grip on their hands and quickened my pace. That night, after putting the kids to bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about that house. It wasn’t just fear—it was memory. My past was tied to that place. My name is Aleena. Years ago, I had lived in that very house with my parents, my two elder sisters—Mehrin and Sana—and our younger brother, Haris. My father served in the army; my mother was a simple homemaker. When my father bought that new double-storey house, we were thrilled. It was beautiful—spacious rooms, a small garden with neem and jujube trees, and a porch just big enough for one car. We three sisters took the rooms upstairs, while my parents and Haris stayed downstairs. Because we were easily frightened, we always slept together in one room. The night we moved in, exhaustion overcame us, and we fell asleep instantly. But sometime during the night, I woke to a strange sound—a soft knocking. Half asleep, I opened the door, only to see a black cat staring straight at me. Its glowing eyes froze me in place. I screamed, waking my sisters. Mehrin rushed over. “You got scared of a cat?” she said, frowning at the animal that still stood in the hallway. Embarrassed, I went back to bed. A few nights later, we were up chatting past midnight when we heard voices—muffled, as if people were talking in the TV lounge. “Who could it be at this hour?” Sana whispered. We stepped out quietly, following the sound. It led us to the kitchen. And there it was—the same black cat, perched on the window. As soon as it saw us, it jumped down and disappeared into another room. We stared after it, dumbfounded—until we noticed the stove. It was on, and something was cooking. A rich aroma filled the air. Mehrin rushed to turn it off. None of us spoke that night. When we told our mother the next morning, she scolded us. “That’s what happens when you girls don’t sleep early,” she said, dismissing it as imagination. Days later, our aunt visited with her family. That evening, as everyone sat in the lounge chatting, Mother suddenly looked toward the staircase. “Aleena, look! One of the kids is still upstairs,” she said. We followed her gaze—and froze. A child’s shadow was moving along the wall of the stairs. I ran up immediately. The lights were on. But there was no one there. When I told Mother, her face went pale. None of my cousins were missing. Whose shadow had that been? Life returned to normal—or so we thought. Then came the two weeks when we traveled to Islamabad for a cousin’s wedding. When we returned, the entire house was spotless. Floors gleamed, furniture shone, and the air smelled freshly cleaned. “Looks like someone’s been doing the housework while we were gone,” Haris joked. I went to wash my face—and froze. The bathroom floor was wet, as though someone had just used it. From that day onward, strange things never stopped. The bathroom would always be damp, and at night, faint sounds came from the kitchen—the clatter of utensils, the faint hiss of the stove. And that black cat—she was everywhere, silent and watchful. We tried to convince ourselves it was just nerves. But then, one night, everything changed. My mother woke suddenly, feeling someone walking above her. She thought it was us girls chatting on the rooftop. She climbed the stairs quietly—and what she saw made her blood run cold. Under the moonlight, a group of ten to twelve strange figures sat in a circle, murmuring in low voices. Their faces were shadowy, twisted, inhuman. Mother fainted on the spot. At dawn, when Father got up for prayer, he found her unconscious on the stairs. When she came to, she told him everything. Father didn’t hesitate. “We’re leaving this house today,” he said firmly. Within hours, we packed what we could and left that cursed place behind. Years have passed since then. I am married now, a mother of two. But every time I pass by House No. 450, I feel that same chill crawl up my spine. Because now I know— The black cat we saw for months… was never a cat at all. It was something else— something that still lives there.
By Khan 12 months ago in Horror
The Vanishing Research Vessel
In 2215, the deep-space research vessel Aurora Nova was sent to investigate a mysterious energy anomaly near the Orpheus Rift, a dark expanse far beyond the edge of known human-explored space. The anomaly emitted signals that fluctuated in patterns too complex for any known physics. The crew of twelve, led by Captain Selara Vey, included astrophysicists, engineers, and a xenopsychologist, Dr. Ilias Cortez, tasked with monitoring the psychological effects of prolonged exposure to the anomaly.
By Razu Islam – Lifestyle & Futuristic Writer12 months ago in Horror
Peeping Tom is the First Slasher Horror Movie Brought to the Big Screen
While I was thinking about Companion, a horror Sci — Fi movie that reminded me of a slasher, I started to wonder when the first slasher horror movie was released. I decided to search it up online, and I freaked out when I saw this particular slasher was available on Tubi to watch for free.
By Emy Quinn12 months ago in Horror