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My Nightmare.
Night came soft, and i closed my eyes. I did not know i was inside a dream. I stood on a hill with my younger brother. Below us was a quiet river, dark and deep. Then i saw her. A light-skinned woman stood by the river bank. Her long dark hair fell like night on her body. She wore a long red skirt filled with tiny shining things. Her chest was bare, but she did not look evil. She looked calm… too calm. She kept gathering white breakable plates, placing them beside the river one after another. But her eyes were watching me. She acted like she was busy, yet i felt her calling me without words. Slowly, something touched my body. A strange power. Like small electric shocks running through my skin. My legs became weak. My heart shook inside me. She moved closer in spirit, trying to pull me near. But i resisted. Then my younger brother threw a catholic crucifix to me, i caught it tightly in my hand. At once, the woman stopped. The river became cold. The wind cried loudly. Then i woke up. But even after waking, the strange electric feeling was still inside my body. And till today, i still remember the woman by the river.
By Chris Liberty 6 months ago in Horror
I Worked the Night Shift at a Sleep Lab.
The last night I worked at Halcyon Sleep Research Institute, all twelve patients sat up at exactly the same time. Twelve people. Twelve rooms. All in the deepest stage of sleep a human brain can reach — the stage where you cannot wake someone by screaming in their face.
By The Curious Writer6 months ago in Horror
The Thirteenth Hour. Content Warning.
Julian was a collector of things that "ticked." As a restorer of antique timepieces, he lived by the steady, comforting pulse of gears and springs. So, when he found the ebony mantle clock at a rain-slicked estate sale, he didn't mind that it was frozen at 11:59.
By John Smith6 months ago in Horror
The Last Knock at Room 307. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Last Knock at Room 307 The hotel stood at the edge of the city, forgotten by time and avoided by locals. Its sign flickered weakly, as if trying to warn anyone who dared to enter. But for Daniel, it was just another cheap place to spend the night.
By John Smith6 months ago in Horror
Saccharine: A Body Horror Movie That Goes Too Far
Saccharine is an Australian body horror film directed by Natalia Erica James and starring Midori Francis and Madelaine Madden. With the global success of body horror films like The Substance or The Ugly Stepsister, Saccharine proposes a strong argument, difficult for ordinary people to assimilate. The story has received multiple positive reviews at the Sundance Festival in January of this year.
By Ninfa Galeano6 months ago in Horror
5 Complex Female Performances Worth Watching Again
Horror films frequently require actors to engage in intense physical activity, such as running, crawling, and fighting. Therefore, actresses often focus on improving their cardiovascular fitness and overall strength. Functional workouts, including activities like bouldering or crossfit, can enhance mobility and coordination, which are crucial for executing demanding scenes effectively.
By Ninfa Galeano6 months ago in Horror
The Last Message on My Phone… Sent After He Died
The message came at exactly 2:17 AM.Not a call.Not a notification from some random app.Just one sentence that made my blood turn cold: “Don’t trust them.” It was from my brother.The same brother we buried three days ago.For a moment,I couldn’t breathe.My eyes stayed locked on the screen as if blinking would make it disappear.My mind rushed to find logic—maybe it was delayed,maybe scheduled,maybe some kind of glitch.But deep down,something felt wrong.My brother,Ahsan,was not the kind of person who sent vague warnings.He was precise,careful,always explaining things in detail.If he had something to say,he would say it clearly.Not like this.Then my phone buzzed again. “They are lying about my death.” A chill ran down my spine.I sat up straight,my heart pounding so loudly it felt like it was echoing in the room.I read the message again and again,hoping the words would somehow rearrange themselves into something normal.But they didn’t.Suddenly,the memories of his funeral didn’t feel normal anymore.The coffin was closed.They said his body was too damaged to be seen.Everything was rushed—too rushed.At the time,I thought it was just part of the tragedy.Now,it felt like something else…something hidden.I tried calling his number.It rang once.Then the call ended.Before I could even react,another message appeared: “If you’re reading this,it means I didn’t make it.” My hands started shaking.This wasn’t grief anymore.This was fear.The next morning,I went straight to the police station.I showed them the messages,my voice unsteady but desperate.They barely looked at the screen.“Probably a technical issue,”one of them said casually.“These things happen.” “But he’s texting me,”I insisted.“After his death.Doesn’t that sound strange to you?” They exchanged glances.One of them forced a smile.“Go home.Try to rest.You’ve been through a lot.” That was it.No investigation.No concern.Just dismissal.And that’s when his first message started making sense. “Don’t trust them.” I went back home with a growing feeling in my chest—something between anger and fear.If the police wouldn’t help,I had to find answers myself.I went into Ahsan’s room.Everything was exactly how he left it.Clean.Organized.Silent.But something felt different now,like the room was holding secrets I had never noticed before.I opened his laptop.It took me hours to guess the password.I tried birthdays,names,random combinations—until finally,it unlocked.What I saw next made my stomach drop.A folder on the desktop: “IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO ME.” My hands hesitated for a second before clicking it.Inside were files—documents,audio recordings,photos.All carefully arranged.Ahsan had been investigating something.Not just anything.Powerful people.Secret meetings.Transactions that didn’t make sense.There were names I recognized—people with influence,people who could easily control stories…or hide them.My heart started racing again.This wasn’t an accident.Before I could go deeper,my phone buzzed.I slowly picked it up. “You opened it,didn’t you?” The air in the room suddenly felt heavy.No one knew I had accessed the laptop.No one.Another message appeared. “Now they know about you too.” A cold wave of panic washed over me.I turned around instinctively,as if someone was standing behind me.But the room was empty.Silent.Then— Knock. My body froze.It wasn’t loud.It wasn’t urgent.Just a slow,controlled knock on the door.Another one followed.Each knock felt heavier than the last.My mind was screaming at me to move,but my legs wouldn’t respond.My phone vibrated again.I looked down,my hands trembling.The final message. “Run.” The knocking stopped.And in that sudden silence,I realized something terrifying—whoever was behind that door…already knew I was inside.
By imtiazalam7 months ago in Horror
