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Under The Bed. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
When I was a child, I had this odd friend. He wasn't some cuddly creature or a person like other imaginary friends were. No. My imaginary friend was this odd leathery creature with narrow black eyes and a huge, jagged tooth grin. That looked to be too big for his narrow face. Claws that wereabout three inches long and a sickly shade of yellow too. Long, disturbingly thin limbs that were a distinctly unnatural shade of white.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Horror
She Rides While You Sleep: The Southern Legend of the Boo Hag. AI-Generated.
In the low country of South Carolina, where the trees are veiled in Spanish moss and the summer air hangs thick with moisture and mystery, old legends linger like the fog. Down there, they whisper of her.
By Cedric Walker(Gator)about a year ago in Horror
The House on 6th Street Only Exists at 3:13 AM
The House on 6th Street Only Exists at 3:13 AM by[Javid khan] There’s a story that floats around our town. You hear it from insomniacs, bartenders, graveyard shift workers, or teens daring each other behind gas stations. They say there’s a house on 6th Street that only appears at exactly 3:13 AM. Not before. Not after. It’s not on Google Maps, not in the county records, and if you go looking during the day, all you'll see is a cracked sidewalk where weeds grow tall.
By PROFESSOR PROFESSORabout a year ago in Horror
The Finale - The Bone-Light: How an Orphaned Village Became a Mouth for Something Older. Top Story - July 2025.
CHAPTER 11: The Salt-Rite of the Remaining Three April 11th, 1980 - Ruins of Borsk Orphanage (Sealed Site) The Invitation to Return
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a year ago in Horror
I Saw My Dead Sister in the Window. AI-Generated.
I. I didn’t want to go back to that house. It had been empty for years, rotting on the edge of town like a scab everyone ignored. But after my mother died last month, the house became mine. The lawyer said I could sell it “as is,” but he advised I at least clean it out first.
By Aliabout a year ago in Horror
The Mirror Never Lies
A Psychological Horror StoryIn the bustling city of Edinburgh, tucked inside an antique shop on a forgotten side street, sat a peculiar mirror. Framed in old bronze and blackened with age, its glass shimmered faintly, as if hiding something beneath. The shopkeeper warned that it wasn’t just a mirror — it had a history. But to Alex Turner, a freelance graphic designer with a taste for vintage items, the mirror was just the final piece to complete his newly renovated studio apartment.That night, Alex hung the mirror above the fireplace. It gave his living room a gothic charm. He stared at it for a moment, amused by how distorted his reflection seemed. Probably just the age, he thought. The glass is warped.
By haider aliabout a year ago in Horror
V. The Tale of an Ugly "Duckling". Content Warning.
Before the tales, before the songs, there was a nameless lake. Small. Silent. But leaves did not float upon it. They sank.
By The Lost Talesabout a year ago in Horror
IV. The Beauty and The Beast. Content Warning.
Before the curse, before the blood, there was a house. A lonely mansion atop the hill, proud and silent, where the marble still gleamed and chandeliers danced with fire.
By The Lost Talesabout a year ago in Horror
III. Snow White, The Faceless Hunger.. Content Warning.
Before kings. Before gods. There was Sn'Whiate— the Faceless Hunger. A cosmic horror from time's womb, whose seed fell upon the earth like a plague wrapped in starlight.
By The Lost Talesabout a year ago in Horror
"I Found an Old Phone in the Woods. It Still Had Battery—and Messages"
It was supposed to be just a short hike. I needed a break—from work, from the constant buzzing of notifications, from life. I left my phone in the car, zipped up my jacket, and followed the old trail behind my grandfather’s cabin. The path wasn’t marked, but he had shown it to me as a kid, and muscle memory took over.
By Maaz Aliabout a year ago in Horror
The Sound Beneath the Floorboards
The Sound Beneath the Floorboards It started three nights after she moved in. The apartment was older than it looked in the photos. The real estate agent had called it “vintage,” but Marla knew that was code for creaky pipes and forgotten ghosts. Still, the rent was cheap, the windows were big, and the radiator worked — most of the time.
By SHAYANabout a year ago in Horror
Don't Leave
As the sun set on the Valdez home, Sergio stood on the back porch saying a prayer for his dear cat, Reina, whom he’d lost only three days earlier. She was a beautiful black cat who, in her heyday, had been given the nickname “the queen of rats,” for her prowess as a hunter. He still remembered the day she came up to him–a stray kitten–when he was just a small child playing behind his house. She had been his oldest friend; even his wife and child hadn’t known him half as long.
By Testabout a year ago in Horror