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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.

What Happened to Jack in the Walten Files?
I have finally watched the recent new episode to the Walten Files, and I still have one big question that still remains a huge mystery. We still have no idea what happened to Jack Walten. We got an amazing backstory to Rosemary Walten, his wife, who had been experiencing the grief with him of losing their two children to an unfortunate fate. Their two children are deemed missing, and they both learned that perhaps Felix had something to do with their disappearance.
By Emy Quinn3 months ago in Horror
D.I.D
The staff at Ashridge Behavioral Institute whispered about Room 213. They didn’t say it loudly. They didn’t gossip in the halls. They didn’t even mention it during shift changes. But every nurse, every orderly, every therapist had the same habit: when walking past Room 213, they kept their eyes forward and their pace quick.
By Elisa Wontorcik3 months ago in Horror
Agoraphobia
Elias Ward hadn’t stepped outside in three months. Not since the day the sky changed. He didn’t tell anyone what he saw. He couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come out right, and even if they did, no one would believe him. They’d say it was anxiety, or trauma, or imagination. They’d say he was misinterpreting the panic.
By Elisa Wontorcik3 months ago in Horror
Panic
Mara Linton hated the nights at Ashridge Behavioral Institute. The building seemed to hold its breath after sundown, every hallway too still, every shadow too patient. She sat in the dim therapy room with her hands clamped around the arms of her chair, trying to keep her breathing steady. Panic always came in waves, but lately it came with something else. Something she couldn’t explain without sounding insane.
By Elisa Wontorcik3 months ago in Horror
Obsession Movie Review
Modern horror has found great success on the big screen with a range of unique and inventive scenarios that continue to get audiences in seats. After a small-scale debut with Milk & Serial in 2024, Curry Barker has put out Obsession which will have everyone talking for months to come.
By Robert Cain3 months ago in Horror
Warren is Dead!
Harley Warren and Randolph Carter were spotted by reliable witnesses walking the Gainesville Pike under the fat, spectral face of a waxing moon. We must assume they carried spade, shovel, and pick in hand. Warren, at the very least, carried with him a telephone apparatus of a strange and inscrutable nature. He may have had the long, long cord wrapped about his person.
By Tom Baker3 months ago in Horror
M. Valdemar
"The expiration of the cataleptic patient! how uneventful! how languid!—how utterly oppressed beneath the incubus of torpor! His eyes, dull, sluggish, and lustreless, rivet themselves to my own, as if they would look into my very soul.”
By Tom Baker3 months ago in Horror
Sister Magdalene's Blood Moon
By day, Sister Magdalene was the picture of quiet devotion. Her black habit hung in perfect folds, the white wimple framing a face of severe beauty—pale skin, sharp cheekbones, and eyes the color of cold ash. The other sisters at Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow admired her discipline. She rose before dawn for Matins, scrubbed the chapel floors until they shone, and spoke only when necessary, her voice low and measured like a prayer. The parishioners of the small mountain town of Black Hollow trusted her completely. She heard their confessions, visited the sick, and taught the children their catechism with a patience that seemed almost saintly.
By Clyde E. Dawkins3 months ago in Horror
Northbrook P2
Marry stood in the doorway for a moment with Eli behind her, the young girl poking her head around her mother to examine the inside of the decrepit building. The interior was slightly cleaner, the moisture had not gotten to it yet and several clean pieces of furniture and counters gave her hope for a few heartbeats. A long green couch that would seat three sat to her right, across from a fireplace that made a dark mouth in the center of the living room. A chill ran throw her before she ripped her gaze away and examined several padded chairs that were strewn about in the corners, as if a group had rested here last. She took several steps forward to pear through the doorway to her left, Elis’ soft footsteps sounding quietly behind her. The kitchen resided there, a small dark room with an electric stove and an old white refrigerator planted around enough countertops to prepare a meal for a small family. The sink looked older than her, made of cast, plugged into pipes that had no doubt been laid into the land when the cabin had been constructed.
By Brier3 months ago in Horror
Northbrook P1/Intro
Hot gravel popped and crunched under heavy rubber tires that had hauled the old steel clad bronco the two hundred miles north on quiet country highways over the last few hours. It was not dark yet, but the sun had begun to make its exit from the sky, leaving a dim light to cast itself over the old cabin that sat in the clearing they had arrived at. It was old indeed, the kind of old that’s presence imposes an ominous haunted haze in the air. Cracked windows in crudely cut holes in its sides allowed for small strands of light to make their way in past the thick, high trees surrounding it on every side.
By Brier3 months ago in Horror
The Hum in the Basement
THE HUM IN THE BASEMENT Nessa hated the basement. Not because it was dark — she could handle dark. Not because it was old — plenty of Michigan basements were old.
By Elisa Wontorcik3 months ago in Horror
The Quiet Path
Sera always avoided the old walking path behind her Greendale homestead. Not because it looked dangerous — it didn’t. It was just a narrow dirt trail winding between tall pines, soft moss, and quiet undergrowth. Peaceful, even.
By Elisa Wontorcik3 months ago in Horror