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.

Echo Room
I agreed to the study for the money. Two thousand dollars for three nights in a controlled environment. “Just a series of psychological observations,” they said. “Mild sensory deprivation. Nothing painful.”
By Echoes of Lifeabout a year ago in Horror
The Room That Was Never Meant to Be Opened
The Room That Was Never Meant to Be Opened Adam had always been curious about the locked door at the end of his grandfather’s hallway.
By Mester Sabout a year ago in Horror
The Stranger Who Always Knows My Name
The Story It started on a rainy Tuesday morning. I boarded the Number 8 bus, headphones in, eyes glued to the floor as usual. The driver, a man I had never seen before, gave me a nod.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Horror
The Bird with the Crystal Plumage: Argent's Cleverest Revelation . AI-Generated.
I recently rewatched The Bird with the Crystal Plumage, as I realized the last time I saw this film was when I was 19 years old. I had forgotten so much about this film, except for the one thing that stuck with me: the twist.
By Dipnarayan bhagat about a year ago in Horror
The Last Classroom Light
The Last Classroom Light Hillridge High was like any other school. Students groaned through Monday mornings, teachers fought to keep eyes on them, and janitors waited patiently for the final bell to signal their real work could begin.
By MazUllahabout a year ago in Horror
The Apartment Above
James Lockwood had lived in the old building for three months before the footsteps began. At first, he thought nothing of it. The wooden floors creaked, the radiators hissed, and the pipes clanged whenever the heat came on. It was an old place, and old places had a way of whispering through the night.
By Salah Uddinabout a year ago in Horror
Delivery from the Future
It was a Tuesday evening when the package appeared on my doorstep. I had not ordered anything. No packages were due, no neighbors with borrowed items to pass along. Just a small cardboard box standing neatly against the doormat, its surface parched dry despite the rain that had been pouring down all afternoon.
By Azmat Aliabout a year ago in Horror
Challenges: Where Writers Turn Ideas Into Adventures
Athour.....shahjhan waiting for inspiration to strike. Sometimes it comes quickly, but more often it hides like a shy guest, refusing to show up when you need it most. That’s why I believe one of Vocal’s most powerful tools isn’t just publishing—it’s Challenges.
By Shahjhanabout a year ago in Horror
Creators We’re Loving: Celebrating Voices That Inspire
Athour.....shahjan learned about writing online is that it’s not a solo journey. Sure, we sit alone at our desks, typing into silence, but once our words are shared, they don’t just belong to us anymore. They begin to ripple outward, finding readers, sparking conversations, and sometimes even changing the way someone sees the world. That’s why Vocal’s feature “Creators We’re Loving” is more than just a spotlight—it’s a celebration of the people who remind us why we write.
By Shahjhanabout a year ago in Horror
Our School’s Bathroom is Haunted
The Story Every school has its secrets. Ours was hidden in the tiled walls and the echoes of dripping water. The third-floor girls’ bathroom of Hoshino Middle School was always avoided. Not because it was dirty, or because the sinks never worked properly, but because of the story every student whispered after the bell rang.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Horror
Resources: A Writer’s Compass in the World of Vocal
Athour....shahjhan I thought the hardest part of writing would be the words themselves. How do I craft a story worth reading? How do I keep someone’s attention past the first paragraph? But what I didn’t realize was that writing isn’t only about creating—it’s about learning, connecting, and growing. That’s where Resources come in.
By Shahjhanabout a year ago in Horror
The Library After Midnight
Tuesday, October 14 – 11:52 PM Evelyn Carter had always been the kind of person who found comfort in quiet places. While most of the city drifted into sleep or staggered out of neon-lit bars, she preferred the dusty corridors of the Belgrave Public Library. Its carved oak doors and marble lions had greeted generations of readers, but tonight, they greeted only her. She was used to closing the place down as she finished research for her graduate thesis on forgotten folklore. But tonight, the silence carried something heavier, as if the library itself were holding its breath.
By Sahir E Shafqatabout a year ago in Horror