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Morning After
The next thing I knew after this failed ‘date’ was finding myself in the woods. Laying on my side with my clothes torn off me. Not even ragged pieces were left on me like they sometimes had been in the past. Not that this mattered. What mattered was where I was exactly in these woods. Along with where Orion had ended up too.
Raphael FontenellePublished about 21 hours ago in Horror4 scary deep woods horror stories
When I was a kid, my great-grandma would always sign us up for Christian camp near Stevens Pass in Washington. Despite the Christian themes, I had a lot of fun there, even if there were some strict rules. The campground was tucked away behind a remote dirt road, with a large field and endless stretches of forest beyond that. The staff cabins were at the edge of the road, and the camper cabins were further north, some nestled in the woods and others next to the field. The communal bathrooms were quite large. The camp focused on local history, which I never cared much about. The cabins were named after Washington cities, except the oldest one called the Dean's cabin. There were always stories and myths about the cabins being haunted or people dying there, which were exciting at first but got old after a while.
Gilbert Ay-ayen. JrPublished 2 days ago in HorrorSTORY: A AFRAID GHOST
In the town of Willow brook, an old, abandoned mansion known as Whispering Hollow was once filled with laughter and music. However, it now lay silent and still, haunted by the whispers of the past. Legend had it that Whispering Hollow was home to a ghost, a tormented soul trapped within its walls, forever condemned to wander its shadowy corridors. Many claimed to have seen the ghost, a spectral figure clad in tattered robes, its eyes burning with a desperate longing for release.
Al Mahmud hasanPublished 2 days ago in HorrorThe Haunted Lighthouse
In the heart of Whispering Woods, where the ancient trees whispered secrets and the moonlight danced through the tangled branches, there stood a forgotten grove—a place untouched by time, where magic lingered in the air like a tangible presence. Within the depths of this enchanted forest lies a tale of mystery and intrigue, waiting to be unraveled by those brave enough to venture into its depths, even amidst the bitter cold of winter.
A Mirror’s Reflection: A Portal to Another Realm
In the quiet town of Everglade, where the mist clung to the cobblestone streets and the whispers of the wind carried tales of forgotten lore, there stood an antique shop—a quaint establishment nestled between rows of ancient buildings. Within its dimly lit interior, amidst shelves adorned with trinkets and curiosities of ages past, there lay a mirror—an ornate looking glass that held within its depths a secret that defied the bounds of reality.
Haunting Whispers in the Night
In the sleepy town of Whispering Pines, where the moon cast a silver glow upon the tranquil waters of the lake, there lay a secret—a curse that had plagued the town for generations. At the heart of this curse was an ancient artifact—a dreamcatcher, its web of twisted sinew and feathers imbued with the power to trap nightmares and unleash them upon the unsuspecting souls who dared to cross its path.
Beyond the Veil
In the heart of a quaint, unsuspecting town nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering pines, there lay a secret so deeply entrenched in the fabric of its history that it whispered through the wind, beckoning those brave enough to listen. The Midnight Society, a group of intrepid teenagers, gathered under the cloak of night around a flickering campfire, eager to share tales that danced on the edge of reality and imagination. As the embers crackled and the shadows danced, it was Frank who rose to his feet, his eyes alight with the promise of a story—a story that would forever alter the fate of those who dared to hear it.
The Haunting of Blackwood Manor
In the heart of rural England, nestled amidst sprawling woodlands, stood Blackwood Manor – a grand estate with a dark past veiled in whispers of tragedy and malevolence. The manor, with its towering spires and ivy-clad walls, exuded an aura of foreboding that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls.
The Shadows That Lurk
In the heart of the city lies an abandoned asylum, its crumbling facade a testament to the horrors that once unfolded within its walls. Tales of unspeakable atrocities and restless spirits have long haunted the minds of those who dare to venture near. Among the bravest souls drawn to its sinister allure are a group of urban explorers seeking thrills in the darkest of places.
The Forgotten Room
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush greenery, stood an old Victorian house with a secret. The house, known locally as the Hawthorne Manor, had been vacant for decades, its imposing facade shrouded in mystery and whispers of the past. But when the Peterson family moved into the house, they unwittingly unlocked a door to the unknown.
Crimson Roses
In the quaint town of Willow Creek, there stood a mansion veiled in whispers of tragedy and beauty, its faded grandeur a stark contrast to the vibrant greenery that surrounded it. Among the locals, it was known simply as Willow Creek Manor, but its true name was whispered only in hushed tones—Isabella's House.
Two Bed Time
Title: Echoes of the Forgotten Woods Subtitle: A Haunting Tale of Lost Souls and Malevolent Spirits In the heart of the forgotten woods, where the shadows danced with the whispers of ancient spirits, lay a darkness that few dared to traverse. It was a place shrouded in mystery, its secrets buried beneath layers of tangled foliage and gnarled trees, a realm where the boundary between the living and the dead blurred into obscurity.