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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.

PATIENT THIRTEEN: THE FORGOTTEN LARYNX EXPERIMENT
Season 1 CHAPTER 1: THE ROOM WITH NO ECHO Dnipropetrovsk, Ukraine — October 3rd, 1986. Underground Wing C, Block-47. 02:13 AM Local Time. Tape Archive: #LX-093-13
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a year ago in Horror
Please Stay
Tanya Belle was invited to a friend's house, his name was Mike Stanley and he always liked her in a romantic way, unfortunately for him, Tanya never loved him in the same way. Mike was cool however, he had many friends and wasn't afraid to flex his wealth, the guy still lived with his parents but they owned a big house and had gone on holiday for the weekend, not coming home until Monday morning. So that Saturday he hosted a wild house party, inviting everyone from the college they both attended. Of course not everyone showed up, but at least 30 of them did. Now that may not sound like a lot, but those 30 students completely filled the house with still enough room for everyone to dance and enjoy the party. Tanya only came along because her besties were going, they were all hot young women just like her, none of them liked Mike in "that way" either, but a fun party is still a fun party. As the night began, things went smoothly and went just as awesome as you'd expect. The music was loud and trendy, the disco and strobe lights were groovy, the alcohol was expensive and tasty, everyone was having a great time! They played beer pong, pool, four player video games, spin the bottle and truth or dare. It was the last game on that list where things went sour. Whenever Mike Stanley was given the choice to dare anybody he always picked Tanya, daring her to kiss him (which she did out of peer pressure), he asked her to do other things but fortunately her friends stopped him from asking, by making fun of him for being a creep, he stopped daring her then because he didn't want to ruin his cool image. Tanya soon forgot about the whole thing later that night, even the uncomfortable truths about her sexuality that he asked during the game, like if she was still a virgin (yes) or if she secretly fancied Mike (no). The young lady got so drunk and had so much fun that night, she somehow forgot how predatory Mike had been acting. Not just with her, but the other girls too. He did kiss a few of the girls though, but they wouldn't go any further with him. The cool dude wasn't so cool after all, everyone was just using his house and generosity for a good time. No girls respected him, deep down he knew this but wouldn't give up. Because just like Tanya, he too was a virgin and thought this shared misery (as he thought it to be) was something that connected him and her in a romantic way that she just hadn't accepted yet. By the end of the night, Tanya found herself lying on the living room sofa inside Mike's house. She was half asleep and incredibly drunk. Only a few of Mike's closest friends were left at the party, which had become this quiet and creepy den of drugged out and drunken young men. The music was low and eerie too, it had gotten dark and the strobe lights had switched off, so had the disco ones. Tanya suddenly felt uneasy, this was the after-party where things always went wrong. She needed to go home!
By Joseph Roy Wrightabout a year ago in Horror
The Village That Vanished: A True Story of a Town That Disappeared Overnight
The Village That Vanished: A True Story of a Town That Disappeared Overnight Have you ever heard of a place that simply... vanished? Not destroyed by war. Not taken by flood. Not erased by fire. But vanished — with no trace. This is not a legend. This is not fiction. This is the real story of Lake Anjikuni, a village in northern Canada that disappeared in 1930. --- The First Report: A Hunter’s Nightmare In the winter of 1930, a fur trapper named Joe Labelle arrived at the remote Inuit village of Lake Anjikuni. He had visited the village many times before — it was always lively with laughter, smoke from fires, and friendly faces. But this time, it was different. The village was completely silent. --- Signs of Sudden Abandonment Joe Labelle found fires still burning, meals half-eaten, and belongings left behind — as if everyone had left in a hurry. He searched every tent, every hut, and every cave. There were no bodies. No blood. No signs of a struggle. Just… nothing. Even the sled dogs — essential to Inuit life — were found dead, still tied to posts, starved. --- The Mounties Investigate When the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) arrived, they were just as shocked. They found: Rifles left behind (unusual for Inuit) Food stocked in homes No tracks in the snow leading out of the village It was as if the entire population had evaporated into thin air. --- Theories and Mysteries To this day, no one knows what happened. Some say it was: Alien abduction A curse Mass migration to escape disease A supernatural phenomenon A government cover-up But there is no evidence for any theory. Even after almost a century, the mystery remains unsolved. --- Was It All a Hoax? Skeptics believe that the entire story was made up by journalists to sell newspapers. They say the RCMP denied the story ever happened. But others insist the story was real — and that the truth was silenced. So what really happened to the villagers of Lake Anjikuni? We may never know. But one thing is certain: Something terrifying happened in that frozen land… and no one was ever seen again.
By شادي رياض الزريقيabout a year ago in Horror
The Diary Was Cursed. I Should’ve Let It Stay Buried
They say curiosity killed the cat, but in my case, it nearly killed my sanity. I wasn’t supposed to be in the attic that day. My grandmother’s house had always given me the creeps—too quiet, too old, and filled with shadows that seemed to whisper if you listened long enough. But when she passed away and the house was left to me, I decided to clean it up before putting it on the market. That was my first mistake.
By Syed Umar about a year ago in Horror
Haunted (2011) Review
As a fan of point & click adventure games, Haunted seemed very appealing to me. Though considered an 'old' game by today's standards, it still holds up fairly well in terms of visuals and gameplay. I was surprised to see that when Mary was travelling to new locations, she looked as if she was a giant. It pleasantly reminded me of American McGee's Alice: Madness Returns. I'll admit, despite having a dark tone overall, there were some light-hearted moments that made me chuckle. As example would be when William had to kiss Lou and she tricked him into kissing her lips instead of her cheek (ignoring the fact that she couldn't actually SEE him). Victorian children were such stinkers, weren't they?
By Allison 'AllieV' Van Oirschotabout a year ago in Horror
Birdsong
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeya-! Yaak- yak – yak! The shrill cry of a bird pierced the sky. An unyielding, high, wavering shriek broken by three loud clicks; knuckles rapping on hollow bone.
By Rafael Wabout a year ago in Horror
The Intruder
George and Rachel were in love. They had been married for about five years now. George knew she was the one when he first laid eyes on her. After a couple of months of dating, George knew they would marry.
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Horror
The Midnight Visitor
The clock struck twelve, and the rain poured relentlessly against the windowpanes. Sarah sat alone in her dimly lit living room, a half-finished cup of tea growing cold in her hands. The storm outside rattled the old house, its creaking floors and groaning pipes making her uneasy.
By Shahriar Shihababout a year ago in Horror
Annabelle
Hauntings and possessions are terrifying enough on their own without the haunted object being a normal doll. I do not know what it is about haunted dolls that scares me more than the idea of a ghost knocking over objects in a house, but I would rather stay three days and nights in a haunted home than to own a haunted doll. Maybe it is because dolls are supposed to be toys, or maybe it is the fact that my own daughter has several dolls of her own and I would be terrified to wake up in the middle of the night with it looming over me. But that is exactly what happened to Donna after her mother bought her a seemingly normal doll as a birthday gift.
By Paige Guffeyabout a year ago in Horror
The Whispering Mirror. AI-Generated.
Some stories are harmless fun — dares among teenagers or spooky legends meant to scare kids on Halloween. But others feel different, heavier, as though the darkness within them still clings to the places they describe.
By Reiner Knappabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers Beneath the Victorian
It was a rainy October evening when Sarah moved into the old Victorian house on Maple Street. She had inherited the place from a distant relative she never really knew. The house was beautiful but carried an eerie silence that even the rain couldn’t drown out. Sarah was a writer looking for solitude, and this place seemed perfect or so she thought. The first few days were uneventful. She spent her mornings unpacking and afternoons wandering the creaky halls, touching the faded wallpaper and listening to the faint creaks of the wooden floorboards beneath her feet. The house, though large and empty, held a strange stillness that sometimes felt almost unnatural. But Sarah told herself that it was just an old house settling and that her imagination was getting the better of her. But then, the strange noises started. At first, it was just a faint tapping coming from the basement. Sarah told herself it was probably the old pipes or maybe a branch scratching against the window. Yet, the sound persisted, growing louder each night. It was a slow, rhythmic tapping that seemed to echo through the hollow basement walls. One evening, determined to stop the creeping unease that gnawed at her, Sarah grabbed a flashlight and descended the narrow wooden stairs to the basement. The air grew colder with every step she took, the darkness thick and suffocating like a heavy blanket. Her flashlight beam cut through the blackness, revealing dust-covered furniture, forgotten boxes stacked in corners, and cobwebs hanging like ghostly curtains. But as she shone her light toward the far corner, she saw something that made her blood run cold a series of scratch marks on the wall, deep and jagged, as if something had clawed its way out from the inside. A sudden chill swept through the room, and the basement door slammed shut above her. Heart pounding wildly, Sarah tried the handle locked tight. The tapping started again, but now it was accompanied by low, guttural whispers, almost unintelligible but terrifyingly close. She spun around, shining her flashlight wildly, but there was nothing only shadows dancing on the walls, flickering with the light. For hours, Sarah was trapped in that basement, the whispers growing into desperate cries that seemed to echo from every dark corner. She could feel unseen eyes watching her, breath warm on her neck. The silence between the cries was heavy and suffocating, as if the darkness itself was alive. Then, as dawn broke and the first light seeped in through the tiny basement window, the door clicked open on its own. Sarah scrambled upstairs, breathless and pale, her hands trembling. The next day, desperate to understand the house’s past, she called the local historian. The man’s face grew grim as he told her about the house’s dark history decades ago, a man had murdered his entire family in that very basement before disappearing without a trace. Locals whispered that his restless spirit still roamed the house, trapped between worlds, seeking vengeance for his lost life. That night, Sarah decided she could no longer stay. As she packed her bags, the lights flickered erratically, and the whispers returned louder and more demanding than before. Shadows crept along the walls, forming twisted shapes that reached out for her, almost alive. Her phone died suddenly, and the front door refused to budge no matter how hard she tried. Trapped once again, Sarah realized she was no longer alone the house had claimed her as it had the others. The next morning, neighbors found the house locked tight and empty. Sarah was never seen again. Some say if you walk past that old Victorian on a rainy night, you can still hear the scratching and whispers coming from the basement, calling out for the next soul to be trapped forever.
By Mayaabout a year ago in Horror
The Book
Nora gazed with curiosity and awe at the book that was hidden behind a glass dome. It lay on top of a shelf above her grandma’s fireplace.
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Horror