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The Mirror in Room 313
Rafiq checked into the old Hotel Shonali that stormy night. The building sat at the edge of a dying town, cracked walls, and echoing long-forgotten memories. A traveling salesman from that lifeless town had nowhere else to go. The rain poured like silver needles, while thunder shook the earth. The receptionist, a pale old man with sunken eyes, hardly looked up as he handed the room key.
By Md Sakib Hossainabout a year ago in Horror
The Day the Light Went Missing
There came a morning when the sky woke, but the sun did not. No brilliant beams reached out across the horizon. No golden warmth pressed against the cheeks of mountains or rooftops. The sky, usually a canvas painted in soft orange and pink, opened its eyes to gray, unsure of where its light had gone.
By Habibullah khan about a year ago in Horror
Ten Years to Damnation
It had been exactly ten years since I made the deal that changed everything. Back then, I was a man gasping for air in a life that felt like drowning. Debt was crushing me like an anvil on a drowning man’s chest, my career was a cracked shell of ambition, and every night I stared into the dark, wondering how much longer I could fake being alive.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Horror
"Whispers from the Hollow"
When Clara first heard of Black Hollow, it was from a faded postcard tucked between the pages of her grandmother’s journal. “Do not follow the whispers,” the note read, written in shaky cursive that had bled through the yellowed paper. The image was of a mossy path under arching trees, choked in mist. Beautiful. Haunted.
By Wow Geniusabout a year ago in Horror
THE GOD IN THE ASYLUM WALLS
CHAPTER 1: THE BLUEPRINTS THAT BREATHE The envelope arrived at precisely 3:33 AM, wedged between her apartment door and the frame. Dr. Laine Mercer hadn't heard the delivery, hadn’t even stirred from her restless half-sleep until the scent hit her—old parchment and something metallic, like a scalpel left to rust in a wound.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a year ago in Horror
From Space
It came from space. An egg, or so it looked like one. The thing was oval shaped, green and bumpy with scratches all over it. There was a burning comet, set on fire, crashing through buildings and forests. It destroyed everything in its path. The news went international, everyone on earth heard about the comet and the fear it brought was far beyond overwhelming. What was this thing? It looked like an egg, but no egg on earth could possibly survive such a crash without shattering. The USA Government found and extracted the thing from space, hiding it from the public, nobody but them knew it was something alien. The egg was taken into area 51 and secured, locked away and studied extensively. There it remained for several years, unmoving, untouched, contained behind glass. A Scientist kept notes on any changes to the egg, for the longest time she convinced herself the thing was not an egg, but a strange rock from out of space. Then when she was almost 39, small cracks on the top exterior began to form. Something from within was growing like a baby chicken. What should have taken days, took a whole year as the egg cracked more and more until it finally hatched 2 months after the scientist's 40th birthday. Finally, after almost two years of waiting, alien life on earth was finally among us. The staff at area 51 were at first excited, expecting to see a little green, cute humanoid with big black eyes and a huge round head. Like the stereotypical design of an alien you'd see in all those old comic books and early science fiction movies. However, what lay inside that egg looked unlike anything anyone had ever seen. It was not cute, but monstrous, with features so strange, they are hard to describe, but I'll try anyway: It was more insect than humanoid, with almost a hundred limbs that weren't quite hands or legs, but perhaps pincers or claws. It was an ugly, dark brown colour with grotesque spots of yellow that looked like pimples. The alien appeared to have no eyes, yet it was somehow still aware of its environment. It moved like a crab or spider, but not quite one or the other, it seemed to defy time and space, moving in slow motion then suddenly at super speed, like somebody had been messing around with the fast forward buttons on the TV remote. It did not obey the rules of gravity either, instead floating mid air and swimming around the glass box it found itself in. The scientist who had been studying the egg for so long was sickened by the sight of this thing, its bug-like appearance and horrid colour was simply appalling to witness. It embodied disgust, especially when its pimples began spitting yellow acidic puss all over the place. The puss stunk like the worst sewer on earth, it made skunk's smell like perfume in comparison, it was simply vomit inducting to sniff and eye bleeding to look at. The scientist couldn't believe after all this time, the alien inside was the definition of gross. Then the yellow acid began to melt through the glass. "Oh shit!" The scientist gasped, quickly standing to her feet. The alien was escaping and the combination of its horrid stench and ugliness was honestly frightening. The fact it floated in the air and moved out of sync with time and space, that only made it seem all the more weird and revolting. Eventually it broke through containment altogether, reaching out to her at speeds impossible to comprehend. It burst that yellow putrid acid all over her, she screamed and melted into a hideous puddle of red blood and gore. It escaped into the compound of area 51, melting many of the scientists and soldiers that tried to stop it. The flying alien was unstoppable until somebody began throwing grenades into its general direction. Not even this thing could avoid all those explosions, it fortunately splattered in the bombing, leaving more of the disgusting yellow gore all over the place. It's safe to say the staff at area 51 were disappointed with the alien life they found, it seemed to be a mindless animal. More accurately, a giant sized parasite that only lived to eat and likely reproduce. All those years of speculation and excitement; only to discover the alien life form was merely an oversized bug. One that killed almost 50 members of staff in its wake. The scariest thing of all, is that if that was only one of those hideous things, how much damage could a whole population of them do?
By Joseph Roy Wrightabout a year ago in Horror
The House That Hummed
I found the house by accident. It was one of those old Victorian homes with too much character and not enough insulation. The kind that looks haunted, even on a sunny day. The rent was suspiciously low, but I was tired of roommates, tired of the noise, and tired of explaining why I wanted silence. This house promised solitude.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Horror
The House That Hummed
I found the house by accident. It was one of those old Victorian homes with too much character and not enough insulation. The kind that looks haunted, even on a sunny day. The rent was suspiciously low, but I was tired of roommates, tired of the noise, and tired of explaining why I wanted silence. This house promised solitude.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Horror
The Shadowed Woods
Honestly, the forest just kinda sat there, waiting—a whole mess of tangled branches scratching at the dying light like they were trying to claw their way out. The trees looked like they’d been through hell, all jagged and twisted up, shadows stretching out across the ground in weird, jumpy shapes. You could almost taste the quiet, that heavy, suffocating kind, like before a storm or maybe a funeral. At the edge, five folks—nervous as cats in a room full of rocking chairs—hung back, swapping glances that screamed, “Are we really doing this?” This was it: the infamous Shadowed Woods. The place your grandma warned you about, where every shadow’s got a secret and every tree’s just dying to spill the tea—except, you know, the tea is probably cursed.
By Cotheeka Srijonabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers in the Dark
Man, Eldridge Hollow had this mansion that was just... I mean, it wasn’t just run-down, it looked like the set of a horror movie no one bothered to clean up after the credits rolled. Towering spires poked holes in the sky, shadows everywhere, and everyone in town whispered like the walls themselves might be listening. Old folks shook their heads and muttered warnings, especially when the moon took the night off. But you know how it goes—tell kids not to do something, and suddenly it’s the only thing on their minds. Clara and Ethan? Yeah, textbook case. Young, wild, in love, and apparently allergic to common sense.
By Cotheeka Srijonabout a year ago in Horror
The Haunting on Elm Street
A Whisper in the Night Elm Street, man, it looked like a postcard—little houses lined up all prim and proper, picket fences bright enough to blind you if the sun hit just right. You’d never guess anything weird could happen there, but, yeah, it did. That random Wednesday? Total game-changer. Old Mr. Thompson, the guy everyone sort of forgot about at the end of the block, was winding down for the night when he heard it—a whisper that felt like it crawled straight out of a nightmare. He couldn’t make out the words, but the vibe? Pure misery and something nastier underneath. Gave him goosebumps. He just shrugged it off, though, figured he was being dramatic. The dude had no clue what was about to crash down on Elm Street.
By Cotheeka Srijonabout a year ago in Horror
