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The Creepiest Thing That Ever Happened to Me
Part 1: The Voice in the Wall I’ve never been one to scare easily. I grew up in a small town in rural Vermont, where the biggest drama was when the neighbor’s goat got loose and chased the mailman. Ghost stories? Sure. But they were things we told around campfires, never something I thought I’d live through.
By Faizyab Khanabout a year ago in Horror
Nothing Happens In Canada. Content Warning.
"Demon" "Demon!" I wobbled, lifting my head up to two of the same blurry women screaming and pointing their fingers at me. I clawed at my ears as if it was the only way to keep my brain secure. I didn't feel sick, but I felt light, that couldn't be a good sign either. My double vision cleared revealing one woman standing in front of me. I reached towards her trying to speak, but only a scratching growl escaped my throat. She screamed again as I tripped and fell to my knees. I lazily re-opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I noticed water droplets falling heavily from the sky. I was in a storm, in a forest with mud splattered up my forearms and thighs. I felt... Incorrect. As if my body wasn't my own. I was dirty, pale, and I couldn't feel the cold air or the darts of water cutting into my skin. I had to find a doctor. While I tried to ground myself, I caught a glimpse of city lights shining through the rain. I pushed myself to my feet, ignored the women, and started my hike through the forest. "AHHHHH!" My arms were stiff and hard to move but I couldn't stand her screeching. Why won't she stop? What did she say before? Was it... Demon?
By Amber Fierceabout a year ago in Horror
The Exorcist
The Exorcist is the greatest film of all time. That’s just my unwavering personal opinion. You may not share it. That’s okay. Nobody’s perfect. If everyone could enjoy the perfect casting, superior direction, suspenseful writing, and chilling cinematography, we would never try anything new. Just look at how many times others have tried (and failed) to duplicate The Exorcist over time! I won’t even soil this review by mentioning the garbage Blumhouse put out. (But can you “believe” they want to make two sequels to that pile of cow dung? Wish I had that kind of money to burn!)
By E.J. V'Kantyabout a year ago in Horror
🌿"The Path that Disappeared"
🐒 Story: The jungle began to change after the second day. When Arjun and his friend Sameer set out from the small hill station at dawn, it felt almost playful. They carried a local map, a compass, and a promise to be back by nightfall. The plan: hike through a forgotten trail, sketch some rare birds, and return before their families even missed them.
By Pir Ashfaq Ahmadabout a year ago in Horror
The Babysitter Who Came at Midnight: True or Not?
I was eleven the night I first met her. Or thought I did. My mom had a shift at the hospital, overnight and Dad was still in that unpredictable stage of his grief where he’d disappear for “a drive” and not come back until dawn. So I was alone, officially, even though Mom swore someone would “drop in to check” around midnight. I didn’t know then that what came to the house that night wasn’t someone. It wasn’t... normal.
By Ava Writes Truthabout a year ago in Horror
Things I Didn’t Say at the Funeral
Things I Didn’t Say at the Funeral By [Hubaib Ullah] I stood three feet from the casket, my hands clenched so tightly in front of me they left crescent moons in my palms. The pastor was talking, something about grace and eternity and peace, but it all sounded like a foreign language. I wasn’t hearing the words, just the silence between them. The thick, suffocating silence of things unsaid.
By Hubaib ullahabout a year ago in Horror
The Neighbour Who Vanished at 3 AM
I never paid much attention to Evelyn Carter until she disappeared. She was just the quiet woman in Apartment 4B—polite but distant, the kind of neighbour you’d exchange awkward smiles with in the elevator but never really know. She kept to herself, always wearing oversized sweaters and clutching library books to her chest like armor. I figured she was just another introvert in a city full of them.
By Shehzad Ahmadabout a year ago in Horror
My Brother's Imaginary Friend Never Went Away
My Brother’s Imaginary Friend Never Went Away By ZIA ULLAH KHAN We used to laugh about it. Back when we were little and life was still tinted in soft yellows and safe routines, my brother Charlie had an imaginary friend named Benji. Not Benny, not Ben. Benji. A name too cartoonish to take seriously.
By ZIA ULLAH KHANabout a year ago in Horror
