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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.
Life, Death and the Decay
As the world now stood in ruins all around, and the dead now rising on their own; Victoria Frankenstein found herself amongst a treasure trove. Consumed by obsession with life, death and everything decay, the apocalypse had brought her obsession to a head. As a child she had grown to love everything from the ancient Egyptians to other cultures that believed in life after death and rising once more; and she was determined to find a way to not bring eternal life as others were after, but to bring the dead back to life. Victoria was an odd child no doubt, but she had her friends, nevertheless.
By Alina Anthonyabout a year ago in Horror
Run Is A Sci-Fi Movie That Knows A Broken Heart Is Scarier Than Aliens by NWO Sparrow
I am so tired of watching people just be scared of aliens. It is not that the screaming and the running is not fun. It is. But after a while, it all blends together. The fear is generic. The hero is just trying to live. There is no texture to it.
By NWO SPARROWabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Message in the Rain – Part 4: Shadows of the Past
The storm was a beast that night, its fury lashing against Elara’s home with a force she had never felt before. The thunder rumbled through the hills like some ancient, forgotten warning, and each flash of lightning fractured the darkness, casting jagged shadows across her kitchen floor.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Message in the Rain – Part 3: Shadows on the Page
The rain pounded against Nora’s apartment windows, a relentless drumbeat that seemed to echo the anxiety building in her chest. Each raindrop felt like it carried a warning, and the air in her small apartment grew heavy with the sense of being watched. She had locked every door, checked every window twice, and turned on every light she could find. Still, the oppressive feeling wouldn’t go away.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Message in the Rain – Part 2: Shadows in the Attic
The rain came back two nights later, pounding against Anna’s windows as if it had a message of its own to deliver. Each drop was like a warning, a steady drumbeat of doom that rattled the dishes in her kitchen. Thunder cracked so loudly it felt as though the sky itself was splitting apart.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Message in the Rain
It was always raining when the letters came. Elise Harding hadn’t been looking for anything unusual when she came home that evening, just a quiet night after a long day at work. Her umbrella was dripping as she walked up to her door, the air thick with the smell of rain. She reached for her keys, but then something caught her eye—a pale blue envelope, stuck to the door. No name. No stamp. Just a deep red wax seal that glinted in the dim light.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Horror
The Creepy Friend Request That Changed My Life Forever
It all began with a single friend request. The profile picture was bizarre—something about it unsettled me. Normally, I never accepted requests from strangers. But that night, for reasons I still can’t explain, I clicked “Accept.” At first, nothing happened. Days passed in silence until suddenly, a message appeared. My heart pounded as I opened it. A photo of a man dressed as a clown popped up, followed by chilling words: *“I’ve missed you, Emily. The countdown has begun. Soon, you’ll be mine.”* I froze. *Missed me? Mine?* Who was this person? I typed quickly: *“Who are you? And what is this picture?!”* Almost instantly, he replied. This time, it was a picture of my fiancé, with a caption underneath: *“He’s the one who’s coming for you… soon.”* Terror crawled through my veins. *“Are you insane?!”* I typed back. His reply made my blood run cold: *“I am your fiancé. Ask your mother.”* --- Shaken, I ran to my mother, who was sitting quietly reading the Qur’an. My hands trembled as I showed her the messages. Her face went pale. “Close your phone, Emily,” she whispered, fear in her eyes. “Don’t answer him again.” “Why?!” I cried, tears welling up. “Who is he? Why would he say to ask you?” Her silence broke me more than his words. Finally, with tears streaming down her face, she confessed: “That man… he is not a stranger. He’s been bound to you since before you were born.” My stomach twisted. “What are you talking about?!” She sobbed. “The night you were born, I was dying. I went to a woman… a fortune-teller. She promised to save your life, but in return, you would be tied to a spirit—your so-called ‘fiancé.’” --- Before I could speak, my phone rang. The name flashing on the screen was his strange profile. Against my mother’s pleas, I answered. A distorted laugh seeped through the speaker, mixed with the sound of weeping. Then a low voice: *“You’re late, Emily. I’ve waited for years. Soon, nothing will keep us apart.”* I whispered, terrified: *“What do you want from me?!”* His answer shook me to the core: *“I told you. I am your fiancé. Ask your mother what she promised the night you were born.”* My mother’s cries filled the room. “Hang up, Emily! Please!” But his voice continued: *“Do you remember waking as a child to screams in the house? That was me. I’ve been watching you since your first breath. And now, the time has come.”* Suddenly, the lights in the house flickered and went out. The air grew heavy with an unnatural silence—until the clown’s laughter filled every corner. --- At that moment, the door burst open. It was my uncle—our neighbor, a religious man. His eyes widened at the atmosphere, and without hesitation, he began reciting verses from the Qur’an. With each verse, the laughter grew weaker, distorted, as if in agony. My phone buzzed violently, and the clown’s image stretched across the screen before vanishing completely. Moments later, the lights returned. Silence filled the room, but this time it was peaceful. My uncle looked at me and said firmly: “By God’s will, the curse has been broken. No spirit, no pact, no darkness can overpower His words.” --- I collapsed to the floor, sobbing with relief. My mother held my hand tightly, whispering through her tears: “Forgive me, Emily. The biggest mistake of my life was turning to anyone other than God. But He is merciful. He freed you.” I hugged her, tears mixing with hers. “I forgive you, Mom. What matters is that it’s over.” From that day, I deleted my accounts, stepped away from social media, and most importantly—I felt free. The heavy shadow that had haunted me for years was gone. I had learned something I would never forget: *no curse, no spirit, no deal is stronger than God’s will.* My mother changed too—devoting her days to prayer and repentance. And me? I felt as though I had been given a new life. A second chance. And I promised myself one thing: I would live it without fear. Faith is the only shield, and no darkness can conquer the light of God.
By محمد السبكيabout a year ago in Horror
