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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.
Perfection Unattainable
“What an absolutely perfect morning!” Stephanie exclaimed. She breathed deeply and could still smell the lingering vanilla scent that was programmed to be pumped throughout the house. She threw off the blankets of her king sized bed. “REBECCA! Open the drapes!” Stephanie yelled at her robotic assistant.
By Desirae Anayaabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Room on Hawthorn Lane
There’s a small, quiet street on the edge of town called Hawthorn Lane. People rarely go there anymore. Not since the incident. If you ask the older folks, they’ll lower their voices and tell you, “Never go near House No. 7. That house watches you.”
By ibrahim khanabout a year ago in Horror
Fort Rotterdam: Indonesia's Fortress of Tears
Guarding the Makassar coast of South Sulawesi stands Fort Rotterdam, larger than Indonesia's best-preserved Dutch colonial fort. Its three-century-old sea-turtle-shaped walls (Benteng Penyu) are beset with sorrowful history and whispered secrets of troubled ghosts, making it the nation's spookiest place to visit.
By Kyrol Mojikalabout a year ago in Horror
Part one: don't look into the mirror. Content Warning.
The diner was buzzing with the sounds of laughter and bacon sizzling on the grill. The smell of coffee and fried eggs flooded her senses. The bell sounded as every new patron entered through the front door. “How are you today?” She heard the hostess say at the front of the diner.
By Jasmine McClainabout a year ago in Horror
The City That Forgets
Every morning in the village of Nareth, people awoke to the same terrifying truth: they remembered nothing of the day before. Names were forgotten. Faces unfamiliar. Even their own reflections sparked confusion. The entire town was caught in a relentless cycle of amnesia, cursed to forget each sunset’s story by the time dawn arrived.
By subah alenziabout a year ago in Horror
Just Another Dead Girl Underwater. Content Warning.
Trigger Warning: implications of death, violence and sexual harassment By the time the fisherman finds me, I will have been dead for thirty-three hours, six minutes, and twenty-nine seconds. Eighteen hours since the police declared me missing. Fifteen hours since Zoe told my biology teacher that my tent was empty, that I hadn’t returned from the party we’d snuck out to the night before. Careful, quiet, every twig a possible snitch. It was exhilarating, our hearts pounding, the smell of pine and seaweed thick in the air, and the moon a perfectly curved sickle.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Horror
Sack of Bones
Content Warning: brief mentions of chilf abuse and domestic violence. I can’t tell if the yowling’s for the dead or the heat. It’s cicada hiss and lawn mower growl hot—so hot, it’s disrespectful. But as Dad shovels dirt over Papa, I’m cold. I can't cry, and it feels like sin.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Horror
