fiction

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.

The Terminal – Part One
Julian Mercer awoke with a stiff groan, his cheek pressed against the cold wooden slats of a bench. His neck ached as he sat upright, vertebrae popping, the sour taste of sleep heavy in his mouth. The overhead glow of fluorescent bulbs stabbed at his eyes, a sickly yellow glare that made everything look jaundiced and unreal.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Horror
The Final Departure Part Two – The Passengers
Julian wasn’t sure how long he sat there, staring at the flickering board. It could’ve been ten minutes. It could’ve been hours. The clock on the wall read exactly 11:00 p.m. and didn’t move.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Horror
he Final Departure Part Three – The Conductor
The Final Departure Part Three – The Conductor Julian sat rigid on the bench, knuckles white around the handle of the suitcase that wasn’t his. The voices of the lost passengers filled the station now—low murmurs, the occasional sob, the dragging thud of ruined bags over stone. None of them looked at him, but he felt swallowed by their presence.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Horror
The Final Departure Part Four – The Final Boarding
The sound came first: a grinding roar that shook the walls of the station, vibrating through the steel beams above. Then came the light—two blazing orbs far down the tunnel, cutting through the black like the eyes of some enormous beast.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Horror
👁️ Shadows in the Old House
The night was colder than usual. 🌑 The wind screamed through the broken windows of the abandoned house at the edge of town. Everyone said it was haunted, but nobody dared to go close.
By Zidaneabout a year ago in Horror
10 Horror Remakes That Have Been Announced
There has been quite a bit of remakes in the horror genre that have been announced. There has also been a lot of opinions over some of these remake announcements, and even I have expressed my own doubts over some of these remakes.
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Horror
Quentin Tarantino's 'Death Proof' Features One of the Most Terrifying Villains in Film
I was recently watching Quentin Taratino's Kill Bill Vol. 1, and every time I watch any of these films, my mind always drifts to one villain that really stayed with me. Death Proof is one of my all-time favorites from Taratino. I consider this story to be secretly a horror film. This story is split into two parts, featuring two sets of four girls who find themselves going against a monster.
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Horror
The Store at Crescent Villa
At twenty-four, Arman had grown used to silence. The kind of silence that lived not in forests or fields but in neat, carefully drawn streets—rows of houses with trimmed hedges, painted fences, and gates that rarely opened. His was the last house on the crescent, larger than most, with a view of the park that remained unused.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Horror
The Skull’s Revenge
The Skull’s Revenge Ghulam Murtaza Alvi BY:Khan Fifteen years ago, when Asif and Rizwan were medical students, their lives were ordinary until an alarming announcement changed everything. Their anatomy teacher told the class, “After the two holiday days, I will test you on the entire human skeleton.” Panic spread through the room. Asif and Rizwan were far from confident; the names and structure of the skull’s bones blurred when they tried to study from textbooks. One evening, while poring over their notes, Asif suddenly suggested, “If we could get hold of a real human skull, we could learn everything much faster. Holding it in our hands would make the bones unforgettable.” Rizwan was skeptical. “We can just pull images from the internet,” he said. Asif shook his head. “Screens only show so much. A real skull in your hands — that’s different. We’ll pass that test if we study it properly.” They decided to find a graveyard caretaker who might help. Asif knew a man named Qamr Din who worked at a cemetery outside the city. After convincing him the skull was only for study and offering him money, Qamr Din agreed — for an additional fee — to open a neglected grave and bring out the skull that night. At ten o’clock under a stormy sky, the three of them entered the graveyard. Lightning flashed, and the graves cast long, unnatural shadows. Rizwan felt fear as if the cold wind pushed at his spine, but he swallowed his dread and kept walking. Qamr Din led them to a neglected grave and, as instructed, they kept the single flashlight trained on that plot. The grave was opened. Qamr Din’s spade bit into the damp earth and, after a short while, he pulled free a human skull and wrapped it in a dark cloth. The skull looked, to Rizwan, like a melon — pale, hollow-eyed. When Asif picked up the wrapped object, a strange warmth seemed to press against the back of his head, as if something living had settled onto his shoulders. The feeling passed, but it left both students unnerved. They paid Qamr Din and rode home with the skull tied to the side of their motorcycle. Asif insisted Rizwan lock it in his cupboard — his own wardrobe lock was broken — and Rizwan obeyed. He ate, washed, and went to bed uneasy, but convinced the skull’s presence was only a scientific tool. Later that night, a horrible scream split the silence. Rizwan rushed out to find his nephew, who had been playing in the courtyard, bleeding from a wound on his head created by a falling chunk of cement from the eaves. The child survived after hurried treatment by a local doctor, and Rizwan, sleepless and shaken, began to wonder whether they had brought some curse home with them. He told Asif about his fear: “Maybe the dead are taking revenge for what we did.” Asif laughed it off, scoffing at ghosts and curses. He said a modern student shouldn’t be frightened by old superstitions. “If anything’s going to be harmed, let it be me,” he joked. The two arranged to study with the skull the next morning and Asif promised to come to Rizwan’s house at ten. But fate had other plans. That night, sometime before dawn, a ceiling fan fell in Asif’s room and crushed him while he slept. He was found dead beneath the broken fan, his skull fractured. When Rizwan learned that the funeral would be held at the very cemetery from which they had taken the skull, shock drove him nearly to collapse. He insisted on seeing his friend’s body, though the face was too mangled to recognize. Asif was buried in the same row of graves where they had, only days before, dug up a skull. Grief and guilt warped Rizwan’s world. He could not eat or sleep. After a few days, when his nerves steadied enough, he retrieved the skull from his cupboard. To his horror, a dim light seemed to leak from its empty eye sockets — as if something watched him through the hollow spaces. Panic seized him. He rode to the cemetery, planning to return the skull and beg Qamr Din to place it back. Qamr Din listened and accepted the money with a knowing expression. He agreed to replace the skull in the original grave that very night and promised to send a photograph as proof. Rizwan felt a fragile relief as he handed the bundle over, as if sheathing some guilt into the ground again. When he turned to leave, Rizwan saw a fresh tombstone nearby. On it, in black letters, was Asif’s name and the chilling date: the very night Asif had died. It was the most brutal confirmation Rizwan could imagine — that their reckless act had been met with swift and terrible consequence. In the days that followed, rumors spread. People said the fan had fallen by coincidence; others said a curse had followed the boys home. For Rizwan, coincidence no longer offered solace. He would sit on Asif’s grave at night, reciting prayers until the first birds announced morning, trying to undo something he had never fully understood. He had learned his lesson the hardest way possible: some boundaries are not meant to be crossed, and respect for the dead is not merely tradition — it is, perhaps, a safeguard against forces that patience and money cannot tame. Years later, the memory of that hot, stormy night in the cemetery remained as sharp as a bone. Rizwan became a careful man, his medical studies shadowed by a lifelong wariness: knowledge, he learned, has consequences when it strips the living of reverence for the dead.
By Khan about a year ago in Horror
Review of The Long Walk. Content Warning.
Review of The Long Walk By: T.D. Carter Now, bear with me as this is my first formal review of a movie. I have written informal reviews in the past, but this one is different—I wanted to truly give my take on this film. The movie is directed by Francis Lawrence, with a cast that includes Ben Wang, David Jonsson, Cooper Hoffman, and Mark Hamill. This is a horror/sci-fi film based on the novel by Richard Bachman, who is actually Stephen King. “The Long Walk” was the first novel King ever wrote, and the movie was released on September 12, 2025.
By T.D.Carterabout a year ago in Horror
The Creeping Horror of Vietnam: When Soldiers Faced More Than Just the Enemy
When we think of war, images of soldiers, weapons, and battles usually come to mind. But in Vietnam, the battlefield was far more complex. American troops weren’t just fighting the Viet Cong they were also fighting the land itself.
By Izhar Ullahabout a year ago in Horror
The Bell at Dagger Hill
The Bell at Dagger Hill The town of Elderbrook had one rule: Never go near Dagger Hill after dark. It was the kind of superstition passed down from grandparents, muttered between bartenders and gas station attendants, laughed at by teenagers — until someone ignored it.
By Alexander Mindabout a year ago in Horror