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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
5 Minute Horror: The Plush
“Arthur, did you remember to get a present for Callie?” Hailie, his ex-wife, sounded exhausted on the phone and with him. Back to my full first name, are we? It had always been Art or Artie. Never Arthur. It stung, but he reminded himself that separation was the only option right now.
By Valerie Taylorabout a year ago in Horror
The Library of the Last Move. AI-Generated.
The Library of the Last Move Hidden beneath the ruins of Blackhill Abbey was a place that shouldn’t exist—a library never cataloged by man, a sanctum of silence built entirely from forgotten knowledge. Legend whispered that it was constructed by a secretive order known only as the Silent Gambit, whose obsession wasn’t with power or wealth—but strategy, the perfect move, and the perfect end.
By shakir hamidabout a year ago in Horror
Clack-Clack
Richard and Martha Stone believed they had it made: a beautiful house in the suburbs, a white picket fence, and two beautiful children they absolutely adored – Howie and Lucy. What they never planned on, however, was adding a third to their brood. Nor did they plan on how, exactly, their third child would come to be a part of their family.
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Horror
Why It Sucks to Be Born as a Leopard
When most people think of leopards, they imagine sleek, powerful predators—beautiful spotted coats glinting under the sun, moving through forests with silent grace, embodying the raw majesty of the wild. On the surface, a leopard’s life seems enviable: fast, strong, deadly.
By Be The Bestabout a year ago in Horror
Things You Can't Say Eight. Content Warning.
When I wake up later, I’m completely alone in our big bed. Our room is dark. Much darker than I remembered it being when I closed my eyes. Since Master had left the light on before we crawled into our bed together. At least that’s what I remember. Getting to my hands and knees, I looked around for any signs of Master. Listening carefully as I tried to think of what time it was. With how dark it was it had to be late. Super late. Maybe midnight? If only I could spot the alarm clock that he had on his nightstand. When I did, I froze. The clock said eleven-thirty. Much later than I thought it was going to be. Why did he let me sleep this long for?
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Horror
