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5 Minute Horror: Mother’s Ghost
The house is quieter now. I sit in your rocking chair and recall the sound of your voice echoing through the halls, down the stairs, to my bedroom. The way you hummed while washing the dishes in the sink. I think about your smile as you stirred a pot of spaghetti, telling me how you saw a chef on the TV do something you too wanted to try. This house is empty, but the creak of the rocking chair against the wooden floor staves off the silence. It’s a numbing kind of comfort, focusing on the back and forth, back and forth.
By Valerie Taylorabout a year ago in Horror
Voices
It’s a demon, he thought. It has to be. For the past week, he had had migraine-like headaches which he believed was a supernatural occurrence. This spirit, had gained entry to his mind, and now it wanted to get out, but it couldn’t, so banged away at his skull in an attempt to find an exit, rather like a spider in a bath, unaware of the plughole from which it came. He took all the pills he could without overdosing, but they didn’t work. He tried to convince himself that the voice inside was his own conscience, but concluded that a demon had taken over, and demanded to be let out. It didn’t possess him enough to control his actions, but it still resided in his mind.
By John Jonesabout a year ago in Horror
The Slasher Problem. Top Story - September 2025.
Imagine you're reading a story about someone who's trapped in a room with a hungry tiger. As a normal, comparatively weak human being they have no hope of besting the tiger in a fight. However, in the far corner of the room is a high-caliber hunting rifle: the perfect defense against a dangerous predator, if they could only get to it. Through trickery and careful maneuvering, the protagonist finally manages to secure the rifle. They turn it on the tiger, aim, fire, and the shot hits the animal directly between the eyes. The tiger immediately falls to the ground. It's a wound deadly enough to kill anything, after all.
By Daniel Bradburyabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers of the Forgotten: A Descent into Eldoria Manor
Season 1 Whispers of the Forgotten: A Descent into Eldoria Manor Chapter 1 The wind howled its mournful song, a dirge for the dying day and the ancient secrets it stirred. Eldoria Manor stood silhouetted against a bruise-purple sky, a monolithic scar on the horizon, its skeletal chimneys clawing at the clouds. Locals whispered of its blight, of the unspeakable acts that stained its foundations, but for Professor Alistair Finch, a seasoned parapsychologist with more skeptical victories than genuine encounters, Eldoria represented a new kind of challenge .. a legacy he couldn't afford to ignore.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a year ago in Horror
Lorena Placeres’ “Cheater” Wins Best Horror Film at Pageant Film Festival
As the Halloween season approaches, horror films are once again taking the stage, and one movie that is drawing attention is Cheater. The film won its first award for Best Horror Film at the Pageant Film Festival in 2023, featuring actress Lorena Placeres from the Canary Islands, Spain. In her first-ever role as a villain, Placeres delivered a standout performance, which was widely praised by audiences.
By Mega playersabout a year ago in Horror
The Train That Waited
The station was nearly deserted that winter night. Midnight had passed, and the fog wrapped around the platforms like a heavy blanket. The last train stood waiting, its headlights glowing faintly, hissing steam into the cold air. The few remaining passengers had already boarded, but one young woman remained seated on a wooden bench, clutching her suitcase. Her name was Hana. She had bought her ticket hours earlier, but she hadn’t stepped onto the train. Instead, she sat frozen, her coat pulled tight around her, her eyes staring at the ground as though answers might appear between the cracks of the platform. Three weeks had passed since her father died, but grief still felt like an open wound. The apartment they shared together was no longer a home—only an echo of silence. Her relatives had told her to move away, start fresh in another city, escape the emptiness that clung to her like shadow. This train was supposed to be her escape. And yet, as the whistle blew faintly, Hana’s legs refused to move. Her father’s memory lived in every corner of the city. He used to meet her at this very station when she was a little girl, always waiting with a thermos of hot tea. She remembered his voice so clearly, “Trains may come and go, Hana, but the people who wait for you—that’s where home is.” Now there was no one left to wait for her. The thought pressed against her chest like a weight she couldn’t carry. She wondered if leaving would mean betraying that memory, leaving behind the only proof that he had been there at all. The station clock ticked loudly. The conductor leaned out of the train, his breath misting in the air. He glanced toward her, almost expectantly, as if he, too, was waiting for her choice. Minutes passed, but the train did not move. Hana blinked through her tears. Trains were meant to run on schedule, yet this one lingered. It sat there as though it had all the time in the world, patient and silent. In the stillness, she felt something stir—a strange comfort, almost as if the train itself was waiting for her heart to decide. She looked down at her suitcase. Inside were only the essentials: a few clothes, her father’s old watch, and a framed photo of them together. The watch had stopped ticking years ago, but she kept it because he had once said, “Even broken clocks remind us of time well spent.” The air grew colder, biting at her fingers. Hana finally rose to her feet. Every step toward the train felt heavy, like wading through water. She reached the door, her hand hovering over the cold metal handle. Her reflection shimmered faintly in the window. She didn’t look like someone ready for a new beginning—she looked like someone terrified of forgetting. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “I’ll carry you with me, Baba. Wherever I go.” With that, she pulled the door open and climbed aboard. The train doors closed softly behind her, and the engine roared to life. The platform slipped away into the fog. Hana sank into a seat by the window, clutching the suitcase against her chest. She didn’t feel like she was running anymore. She didn’t feel like she was abandoning her father’s memory. Instead, she realized she was carrying him with her—his voice, his love, and his light. Outside, the darkness stretched endlessly, but the train surged forward, cutting through the night. For the first time since her father’s passing, Hana felt something shift inside her: not the end of grief, but the beginning of healing. The train hadn’t left without her. It had waited, just as her father once did. And in that waiting, it gave her the courage to move forward.
By AHAD Barki about a year ago in Horror
Werewolf
Eddy Bauer sat in the driver’s seat of a semi – truck. It idled noisily as the big monster semi slid into the parking lot of the Shady Pines Truck Stop. Eddy’s hair was white and thinning. He wore a camouflage hat that said Hell Yeah. He shut off the radio which had been blaring Willy Nelson’s on the road again. Eddy jumped out of the semi and he filled up with diesel gasoline. He walked inside the little, shack like gas station and he approached the cube like, checkout counter. A man with straight black hair and glasses stood behind the counter. His nametag read Hank. He wore square looking glasses and he was abnormally thin. “That’ll be 15.75.” hank said stiffly.
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Horror
