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The haunted Mansion in stormy night
It was a dark and stormy night, and the winds howled through the old mansion on the hill. The lights flickered as the old house strained against the storm, and the heavy rain pounded against the windows like thousands of bony fingers scratching against the glass. The only sound above the howling of the storm was the creaking of ancient floorboards, old pipes groaning, and strange whispers that seemed to echo from within the walls themselves. Becky and her friends had been dared to spend the night in the haunted mansion. They were all in college and thought they were brave enough to face anything. But as the storm intensified, their nerves were stretched to the breaking point. The old mansion was full of hidden doorways, musty old rooms, and creepy corridors that twisted and turned like the intestines of some giant beast. Becky was separated from her friends and found herself alone in a dark room. She could hear them shouting her name from another part of the house, but the sound was distorted and muffled, as if coming from far away. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rising, and she could sense a presence in the room with her. Something sinister was watching her, and she could feel its menacing presence. Trying to calm her nerves, Becky started exploring the room, hoping to find a way out. She reached for the door handle, but it wouldn't budge. She tried again, putting all her weight on the door, but it remained stuck. Then she noticed a small panel in the woodwork next to the door. She reached in and found a key. As she quietly slid the key into the lock, she felt like someone – or something – was watching her every move. The key turned, and the door creaked open. Darkness enveloped her, and her heart was racing as she stepped into the shadows beyond the doorway. The room beyond was a small chamber illuminated by the flickering light of a few candles. The walls were decorated with strange symbols and bizarre paintings, which looked like they had been painted by a madman. The floor was uneven and damp, and she felt something soft and squishy under her feet. She didn't want to look down, but her eyes were drawn to the object lying on the floor. It was a human hand! Her breath caught in her throat, and she flinched back instinctively. She tried to scream, but no sound escaped her throat. She could feel cold fingers brush her neck, and she knew she wasn't alone. Panic set in, and she started running blindly, her foot slipping on what she now realised was blood. She could hear heavy footsteps approaching her, and she knew that her time was running out. Her heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. The only thing she could do was run, in the hope of finding a way out of the mansion. As she raced down the dark corridors, she could hear something chasing her. It was getting closer, and she could feel its hot breath on her neck. She turned a corner and came face-to-face with the creature that had been following her. It was a grotesque figure, with twisted limbs and bulging eyes that stared at her hungrily. She tried to scream, but no sound came out, and the creature reached for her, its long, sharp claws tearing into her flesh. She struggled and fought, but it was too strong. It was like something out of a nightmare, and she knew that this was the end. Suddenly, she woke up, sweating and panting. It was all just a dream, a bad dream – she told herself. It had all felt so real… too real. She sat up in bed, looking around the room, but there was nothing there, just the darkness of the night. She tried to convince herself that it was just her imagination playing tricks on her and that there was nothing to be afraid of. But the feeling that something was lurking in the shadows wouldn't leave her. She got up and walked to the window, looking out into the stormy night. Lightning lit up the sky, illuminating the world outside for a moment. In that moment, she saw it. A figure, lurking in the shadows below. It was the same grotesque creature from her nightmare. She could see the bulging eyes, the twisted limbs, and the sharp claws. It was watching her, waiting for its chance to strike. She knew then that her nightmare was real and that there was no escaping from the monster that had come for her. Her heart raced, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw the monster start to climb the wall towards her window. Panicking, she tried to close it, but the creature was too fast. In a moment of sheer terror, she found herself facing the beast that had haunted her dreams. It wasn't alone. It was bringing others with it, twisted, nightmare creatures like the first. They came pouring through the window, clawing and biting at her, their cold, sharp teeth sinking into her flesh. Becky screamed and screamed, but no one came to her rescue. The monsters tore her apart, bit by bit until they finally devoured her limbs and left her body torn as if it were a rag doll. Years have passed since the night that Becky and her friends went to the mansion. Her friends never did find out what happened to her, and everyone in the town assumed that she simply disappeared. The old mansion on the hill still stand there. The creaking of ancient floorboards, old pipes groaning, and whispers that seem to echo from within the walls themselves can still be heard from the chimney stacks, and the local townsfolk can't help but wonder what really happened to Becky on that dark and stormy night.
Ali HaiderPublished about a year ago in HorrorDEVIL
In the beginning, there was darkness. An endless void without form or substance. But out of the abyss, a single entity emerged - a being of pure malice and wickedness. This was the Devil, the Prince of Darkness, the Father of Lies.
Ohee ImmamPublished about a year ago in HorrorThe cabin
A hiker decided to go on a hike by himself. Something he was not very used to. The whole day was normal. Trees and bushes engulfed his surroundings. He enjoyed being outdoors in the mountains. Nothing seemed strange to him, that was until he was making his way back to his car. He figured an eight hour hike was good enough. The sky was already getting dark and he needed to get back, fast. What was odd was how much he didn’t recognize the trail back. He began to panic.
Godfirst BlessingPublished about a year ago in HorrorThe Demonologist's Daughter
The old mansion stood tall and grand, nestled deep in the forest, a relic of a time long past. It was said to be haunted, the home of a demonologist who had delved too deep into the occult and paid the ultimate price. But despite the rumors, people still came to the mansion, drawn by its mysterious allure.
The Phantom of the Library
In the small town of Ravenwood, there was a library that had been around for over a century. The Ravenwood Public Library was a place of knowledge and learning, with a vast collection of books that were treasured by the residents of the town. However, there was a dark secret lurking within the walls of the library - a secret that had been kept hidden for generations.
The Unholy Obsession
William was a man obsessed. His obsession had taken over his life, and there was no turning back. He had delved deep into the occult and the supernatural, searching for secrets and knowledge that would unlock his true potential.
Abishai NathanaelPublished about a year ago in HorrorThe Backyard
Once upon a time, there was a group of children who loved to explore the backyard behind their neighborhood. They would frequently spend their afterlife playing hide- and- seek, climbing trees, and picking wildflowers. They knew every inch of the forestland like the reverse of their hands and felt safe and secure there. still, one cataclysmal day, they stumbled upon commodity that shattered their peaceful world. The group of children comported of five musketeers – Sarah, Alex, Emily, Jack, and Tom. They were each around ten times old and loved to spend their free time outside. On this particular day, they decided to venture deeper into the forestland than they had ever gone ahead. As they walked, they noticed a strange smell in the air. It was pungent and made their eyes water. As they followed the smell, they stumbled upon a clearing that they had noway seen ahead. In the center of the clearing lay a dead body. It was a man, dressed in seedy clothes and covered in blood. The children were stupefied, and for a moment, nothing said a word. Sarah, who was the bold of the group, stepped forward and touched the man's arm. He was cold to the touch, and she incontinently pulled back. The children stood there in shock, doubtful of what to do. They knew they demanded to tell someone, but they also knew they should not touch anything or disturb the scene. After a many moments of silence, they decided to go back to Sarah's house and tell her parents. They walked snappily, not speaking a word, the image of the dead man burned into their minds. When they arrived at Sarah's house, her parents were sitting on the veranda , enjoying the warm rainfall. They noticed the children's faces were pale and asked them what was wrong. The children explained what they had set up, and Sarah's parents incontinently called the police. They also communicated the parents of the other children to let them know what had happed. The police arrived snappily and took control of the scene. They questioned the children, but they could not give any useful information. They had only seen the body, but they had not noticed anything differently. The police thanked them for their help and advised them to go home and stay there until the disquisition was complete. The children were shaken by the experience and could not stop allowing about the dead man. They were hysterical to go back into the forestland and asked their parents to accompany them far and wide. They also had trouble sleeping at night, agonized by agonies about the man's death. Days turned into weeks, and the disquisition continued. The police searched the forestland, looking for suggestions or substantiation that could lead them to the killer. They questioned people in the neighborhood, trying to find anyone who might have seen commodity suspicious. still, they could not find any leads. ultimately, the disquisition stalled, and the case went cold. The police continued to keep an eye on the neighborhood, hoping that the killer would slip up and reveal themselves. But times passed, and the case remained unsolved. The children grew up, and the memory of the dead man faded into the reverse of their minds. They went to council, got jobs, and started families of their own. still, they noway forgot about that day in the forestland, and it remained a haunting memory for them. One day, numerous times latterly, Sarah entered a call from the police. They had eventually answered the case. The killer had been caught, thanks to new substantiation that had come to light. Sarah and the other children were invited to come to the police station to give evidence. When they arrived, they were surprised to see the killer – a man they had no way met ahead. He looked much different than they had imagined – aged and further survived. The man was ultimately set up shamefaced of murder
Cursed mansion
Cursed mansion : Once upon a time, there was a small town nestled deep in the forest. It was a place of natural beauty, with towering trees and crystal-clear streams. But it was also a place of darkness, where rumors of the supernatural ran rampant.
Anu SenguttuvanPublished about a year ago in HorrorUnveiling The Haunted Places In India That Will Send Shivers Down Your Spine
The Bhangarh Fort in the Indian state of Rajasthan is one of the most well-known haunted places in the country. Undoubtedly, we have all heard ghostly rumours concerning the Bhangarh Fort. In Bhangarh, everything exudes an unsettling aura. Travellers are advised by the ASI (Archaeological Survey of India) to avoid the fort's remains after sunset. This illustrates how really haunted the Bhangarh Fort is.
Aakanksha BadgaliPublished about a year ago in HorrorDreamweaver
Lily had always loved to dream. Every night, she would drift off to sleep and find herself in a world full of magic and wonder. But one night, something different happened. As she fell asleep, she felt herself being pulled deeper and deeper into her dreams until she found herself in a strange and mystical forest.
ChrkzSadigPublished about a year ago in Horror- Top Story - May 2023
In the Glow
It was a time of cigarettes lit in subway cars, of armed robberies at every bodega in my neighborhood, of waste. Bars were drawn over every storefront. Lines stretched around the block of my grocery store all day, every day. Construction stopped and stalled. Gentrification crawled its way back to the suburbs and stewed there.
Dark In the Hotel
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was howling outside, the rain was pouring down in sheets, and the lightning flashed intermittently, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Jane had been driving for hours and was grateful to finally see the sign for the hotel she had booked for the night. She pulled into the parking lot and made her way inside, grateful to be out of the storm. The hotel was old and rundown, but it had a certain charm to it. The receptionist greeted her with a smile and checked her in quickly. "You're in room 13," the receptionist said, handing her a key. "It's at the end of the hall on the left."