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The Apartment
When Olivia Moore moved into Apartment 6B of the vintage Brickland Lofts in downtown Chicago, she didn’t think twice about the strange questions on the lease agreement.
By USAMA KHANabout a year ago in Horror
“The Bride Who Never Made It Home: The Haunting of the Zaječar Bridge”
In eastern Serbia, not far from the town of Zaječar, there’s an old, forgotten bridge crossing the Timok River. By day, it seems ordinary — rusty railings, overgrown surroundings, the sound of crickets and the occasional passing truck. But at night, the bridge changes. Locals avoid it after dark. Some even drive ten extra kilometers just to stay away.
By Beyond Knownabout a year ago in Horror
House of Masks. Honorable Mention in Out of the Dream Challenge. Top Story - June 2025.
I don’t remember beating him. Stabbing him. That’s what I keep telling them. The detective. The doctor. The woman with the clipboard and thick glasses who looks at me like I’m dead to her. I keep repeating it, hoping it’ll eventually mean something: “I don’t remember. I swear.”
By Steph Marieabout a year ago in Horror
The man with the suitcase
Phantom Metro -series introduction- Every night, as the city sleeps, a silent train keeps moving beneath the streets of Rome.
By Federico Izzoabout a year ago in Horror
SEASON 2: THE RECITATION
CHAPTER 6: THE THIRTEENTH AYAH The black liquid pooling from Saad’s throat wasn’t blood. It was thicker, darker, moving with purpose across the floorboards like spilled ink drawn by unseen fingers. Mehvish watched in paralyzed horror as it formed shapes....not Arabic, but older. Jagged. Cuneiform.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a year ago in Horror
The witching hour. Content Warning.
THE WITCHING HOUR My name is Phillip Richter. I am that Investigator everyone hates. All in your business type of guy. Not my problem. What is my problem is chasing the truth. No matter how Mundane, the Truth. Let’s Talk about this society of witches and warlocks that rule the earth now. Me and Frederick are the resistance against these evil life draining creatures. How did they come to power you ask? It all started summer of 1982 with “project EGGO”. Yes you heard me correct. These sleazy old hags can only keep their Beauty on the souls of children.
By Jimmy Swaggerabout a year ago in Horror
Nothing but Something
Here is the link to the challenge: “The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here.” I wrote that down and I knew that I had to because I had my red pen that always went with the reporter’s pad that said, “Reporter’s Pad” right on the front. It is the same red colour as the pen and I know that I can make notes now even if this is very strange and I do not like this place and there is no carpet here and I wonder if I am going to be in trouble because I did not show up for lunch and I am not hungry so should I worry.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Horror
I'm Back!
My name is Jack McDougal, the great, great, great, (maybe one more great) nephew of Phineas McDougal, one of the country’s first robber barons. Unlike the Rockefellers, Carnegies, and Melons, Uncle Phineas outlived most of his money. At the time of his death, all that was left of his fortune was a Victorian style mansion on twenty acres of land in Greenfield, Massachusetts. It was the house Phineas was murdered in. He was hit over the head with an iron fireplace poker on October 31, 1879, Halloween. He was not a popular man!
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Horror
The Honeymoon
--- Janet waited for hours in bed, wearing lingerie that she had secretly bought to surprise her husband. He told her he loved her in red, and she thought it would be lovely to give him a 'special night.'
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Horror
The Best Horror Books of All Time – Frankenstein
Introduction: Published in 1818, Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus is not just a Gothic horror novel—it’s the foundation of science fiction and a profound exploration of human ambition, isolation, and monstrosity. Written by Mary Shelley at just 18 years old, the novel has endured for over 200 years, inspiring countless adaptations, debates, and philosophical discussions.
By Silas Blackwoodabout a year ago in Horror
When Brothers Become Enemies. Content Warning.
Once, we shared bread. We grew up speaking the same language, singing the same songs, and praying under the same sky. But something broke in our nation — slowly, then all at once. Now, people who once stood shoulder to shoulder are turning on each other with blades, bullets, and blind hatred. Yesterday, that truth became horrifyingly real. My friend was slaughtered — not by a foreign invader, not by a criminal — but by his own countrymen, in front of a military castle meant to protect us all.
By Manatwal Khanabout a year ago in Horror
Closer Than You Think
Emma was scrolling through her phone late one cold and lonely night when she suddenly received an unusual text message from an unknown number. The message read: "I’m closer than you think. Don’t turn around." At first, Emma thought it was a prank. Maybe one of her friends was trying to scare her. She chuckled nervously and ignored the message. But then, just moments later, the phone buzzed again. This time, it was accompanied by a chilling photo a grainy, blurry image of her own bedroom, taken from outside her window. Her heart jumped into her throat. How could someone be outside her house? She lived on the third floor of an apartment building. There was no way anyone could be standing there. Emma quickly locked her phone and looked cautiously around the room. Everything appeared normal, and there was no sign of anyone outside. She tried to convince herself that it was some kind of sick joke, or maybe a hacker playing games. But despite her attempts to calm down, an icy wave of fear slowly crept into her chest. Just as she was about to put her phone down, a third message appeared on the screen: "You can’t hide. I see you." Her breath caught in her throat. She felt a sudden icy draft behind her, like a cold breeze sweeping through the room. It was as if someone had opened a door somewhere nearby. Slowly, almost unwillingly, Emma turned around but the hallway was empty. The air felt heavy and thick, suffocating in its silence. Suddenly, the lights flickered violently and then went out, plunging her entire apartment into complete darkness. Panic surged through Emma’s body. Her hands trembled as she fumbled for her phone to turn on the flashlight. The small screen lit up the dark room just enough for her to see. The phone buzzed again, breaking the tense silence. Another message appeared: "Look under the bed." Emma’s pulse raced faster than ever. Every horror movie she had ever watched screamed at her not to obey that command. But a strange force, some mysterious compulsion, forced her to kneel and peek beneath the bed. She held her breath as she slid her hand under the dusty mattress.
By Mayaabout a year ago in Horror