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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.
The Time I Yelled Out No to Him
The house was never quiet. Even in the dead hours, when the world outside seemed frozen, the old beams whispered to themselves, sighing under the weight of history. Tonight, though, the sounds were different. The creaks weren’t idle, they were deliberate like footsteps circling the edges of my awareness.
By Romeo Fordabout a year ago in Horror
The Cantor's Echo. AI-Generated.
### The Cantor's Echo The Basilica of the Withered Vine didn't drift; it presided over the void. Its architecture was a perversion of faith and function—flying buttresses of cold-forged steel arched over a nave of humming, bioluminescent circuitry. Its stained-glass windows, vast and dark, depicted not saints, but the elegant logic of dead star charts. I docked my surveyor ship, *The Moth*, at the main airlock, the silence of its docking clamps a profane sound in this forgotten cathedral of the machine-god.
By josephis WADEabout a year ago in Horror
The Town That Dreams in Unison
No one locked their doors in Willowmere. They didn’t need to. At midnight every night, the streets emptied, the lamps dimmed, and the town drifted together into slumber. It was not ordinary sleep. Every citizen, from the newborn in the cradle to the mayor in his fine house on the hill, shared the same dream. A meadow stretched under a violet sky. Golden birds trilled endless songs. A river shimmered like liquid glass, its surface rippling without wind. In the dream, all burdens fell away. Pain, grief, hunger, guilt—gone.
By Hamid SAFIabout a year ago in Horror
SEASON 4 : The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 7: THE FAMILY TREE The silence after the doppelgänger’s dissolution was heavier than any noise. Liam could only stare at Althea, at the dark sigil pulsing on her skin like a second, terrible heart. The air still hummed with the echo of that unwritable word, a vibration that made his teeth ache.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a year ago in Horror
“Alone in the Dark: The Night She Heard Footsteps”
“Alone in the Dark: The Night She Heard Footsteps” It was past 11:30 p.m. when Ayesha, a 21-year-old student, realized she was the only one left in the house. Her parents had gone to attend a wedding in another city, and her younger brother was at a friend’s sleepover.
By Wings of Time about a year ago in Horror
The Queen of Shadows: When a Human Office Turns into a Playground for Jinn. Content Warning.
I had just opened the door to my apartment when a message popped up. I looked at my phone in surprise—no one ever texts me. Nobody knows me except at work. But the shock came when I saw who sent it… the manager. And not just one, but two messages. I opened the chat quickly, only to find he’d sent me a picture of myself… Eating something that looked like an insect. And he wrote: “I was reviewing the cameras, girl, and I saw you eating that bug… disgusting!” For a moment, I froze. How? How was there even a picture like this? I typed back quickly, hands trembling: “Girl? Bug? No way… there must be some mistake! What bug would I eat?!” His reply came instantly, as if he’d been waiting: “Yeah, girl. What else should I call you? I’ve never trusted you from the start. You appear out of nowhere and then vanish. Consider yourself fired.” I stood there, motionless. Fired? Just like that?! How?! I snapped, typing back with trembling fingers: “Do you even mean that…?” He replied with an icy calm: “Yeah… you think I’d be afraid of some filthy animal like you?” That was it. Those words weren’t just an insult… they were the key. The key that broke the barrier I’d been struggling to keep intact ever since I entered your world. He didn’t understand. Didn’t realize that my presence here wasn’t an accident. I wasn’t just some random employee in his pathetic company. I was Hour, Queen of Dimora, one of the realms of the Jinn. I had borrowed the body of a human girl to take form here, to escape the curse that hunted me in my own world. But now? He was the one who started this. My phone vibrated again in my hand—another message. “I still have the video. I’ll show it to everyone. Let’s see what you’ll do then, you freak.” I smiled faintly… but it wasn’t the smile of a human. The air in my apartment shifted. A faint smoke rose from the ground, filling the room. I whispered as I stared at the screen: “When you play with the jinn… you pay the price.” Meanwhile, in his office, the manager typed on his keyboard, laughing cruelly. But his laughter faded the moment the lights flickered, and his computer screen began to tremble like it was about to burst. He opened the camera feed like he always did… But this time, what he saw was impossible. The camera facing his office showed… his own office. But there was someone standing behind him. A figure with long hair and glowing red eyes. He froze. Whipped around. Nothing there. Looked back at the screen— The figure was still there. And the image began zooming in on its own, closer and closer to him. He cursed, trying to shut the computer: “What the hell is this…?!” But the mouse didn’t work. The keyboard froze. And then one sentence appeared on the screen in giant letters: “You played with the Queen of Jinn.” Sweat dripped down his face. His heart pounded. He grabbed his phone to text someone—anyone. But WhatsApp was already open by itself. A new message waiting: “You think I’m your employee? No… I’m a Queen. And you… are a sacrifice.” The phone slipped from his hands. He started hearing strange whispers all around the office. Footsteps… laughter… circling his chair. The lights dimmed even more, the room sinking into shadow. He looked at the small mirror on the wall— But instead of his reflection, he saw me. Not my human face. Half human, half twisted with jinn features. He screamed at the top of his lungs: “Stay away from me!!!” But the reflection didn’t move. Instead, I smiled wide, baring sharp, unnatural teeth. The mirror cracked—each fracture echoed with a scream. He collapsed, crawling on the floor to escape. But the office door slammed shut, locked from the inside. And my voice filled the air around him—not from the phone, not from the computer, but from the air itself: “I told you… when you play with the jinn… you pay the price.” His whole body shook. Every time he neared the door, it slammed harder, as though unseen hands held it shut. The phone lit up again by itself. A deep, inhuman female voice boomed from it: “Your blood is the price.” He clutched his chest, heart racing, drenched in sweat. He stomped the phone, trying to smash it— But it didn’t break. Instead, it split open, releasing a thick, black smoke that crawled across the floor. The smoke wrapped around his legs as he shrieked: “Leave me alone!! I didn’t do anything!” A wild, inhuman laughter filled the room. The chair spun on its own to face the camera feed again. On screen, my true form appeared. My eyes weren’t human anymore. They glowed, blazing red, storms of darkness swirling within. My skin was shifting, half human, half dark scales. I said to him: “I’m not your employee… I was never part of your world. I am Hour, Queen of Dimora, realm of the Jinn. I borrowed this girl’s body to walk among you… But you, in your stupidity, awakened the curse I kept buried.” The manager fell to his knees, trembling hands outstretched: “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it… I swear I didn’t know…” I smiled coldly. “Those who touch the secrets of the jinn… there is no forgiveness.” Darkness swallowed the office. The windows shattered, wind roaring like a storm. Files flew through the air—papers swirling like blades, slicing his skin. He crawled under the desk, but the ground itself cracked open. Black fissures spread like a web. From them, long, shadowy hands reached out, grabbing his legs, pulling him down. He screamed one last time— Then silence. The floor swallowed him whole. The room returned to normal. And me? I was standing before my mirror in my apartment. My reflection wasn’t human anymore. I was myself again, Hour the Queen, with a black crown upon my head, my face surrounded by mist. I whispered: “The first sacrifice is done… But the greater ones are yet to come.” My eyes returned to human form. My appearance normalized. I picked up my phone calmly, as if nothing happened. For me, it was finished. But no one knew… This was only the beginning. Because every human who crossed my path… Would become part of my curse.
By محمد السبكيabout a year ago in Horror
Chapter 2: Violet Eyed Stranger. Content Warning.
January 5, 2598 | 5:49 p.m. Friday evening After that night everything has been expeditious with the stranger. I have not been able to write since then, with trying to figure out what exactly needs to be done to keep everyone safe. Everything has revolved around the stranger in the alleyway, the man with the violet eyes. First, it is important to state what happened after he noticed me looking directly at him. He stood there in the darkness of the alley for far too long before coming out of the shadows to confront me. I must say that it was a rather strange phenomenon to be at a standstill with someone who equivalently adheres to the shadows. After he decided to make himself known, I was greeted with a pair of deep violet eyes of a man who stands at 6'2" tall. There was a specific allure he held that I vaguely remember experiencing once before back at the facility. A creature with an ethereal allure, one of unfathomable beauty unlike any other supernatural creature in existence that I had ever known. Of course I waited to introduce myself until he did. I wasn't going to risk this being some sort of trap from an unknown entity. He finally stated his name, Mors, then held out his hand to properly greet me. I couldn't do it. I couldn't take his hand whatsoever. Instead I stared at him trying to figure out if he were friend or foe. No longer caring for the silence I had bestowed upon him, Mors tilted his had as he asked if I was alright. His voice was charming, disarming, and velvety. I have to admit that his voice alone was enthralling even to me. That in itself told me that he was powerful in some aspect. Or he just has more charisma than I have. Of course I wasn't going to lie to him and tell him I was alright. Instead I let him know that it was off-putting to meet someone with such a presence as what he was exuding.
By Somniare Omniaabout a year ago in Horror
Chapter 1: A Crimson Rewrite. Content Warning.
January 2, 2598 | 5:00 a.m. Tuesday morning For centuries I have watched humans kill each other in the name of religious and politic power. I have watched humans cling to the possibility of surviving those who take their freedom away, just to have that hope dashed upon the rocks of history. Once upon a time I founded a research center to help stop such things from happening. It was named World Death Intervention Research Center, or WDIRC for short. The point of the facility was to help prevent horrible, hopeless situations of every caliber. From dictators, to alien invasions. Nothing was off the table. I did not realize that there were some scientists who got greedy for knowledge had ceased power within WDIRC. Not until it was all too late. It all happened so fast. One moment I am going about business per usual, until I wasn't. Four armed guards had taken me deep into the bowels of the facility. I was sedated heavily then restrained in a hospital bed. Next thing I knew centuries began to pass by while I began to slowly starve. They didn't want me to intervene in there conquest to make weapons in the form of abilities they did not understand. I doubt they understand them presently either. My imprisonment ended when a couple of powerful subjects broke out of their confinement. From what little was left of WDIRC, they happened to destroy all the facility's fail safes in the process. Good for me at least. Reader, I promise there is a reason I am explaining all of this. It is best for you to know who is documenting everything. I find that it is easier to understand a point of view if you know a little context first. The context being that this world I have found myself in wasn't the one I had left when I was first imprisoned. After my captivity ended I found myself in a world I was unprepared for. This world is broken and rather bleak, if I am being honest. All I want presently is to find out what exactly transpired, provide assistance where I can, and restore hope for a better tomorrow. I, Somniare Omnia, refuse to let a less than desirable situation break me. Perhaps I have have lost my understanding humanity, however, I have not lost my desire to assist humans live in peace.
By Somniare Omniaabout a year ago in Horror
