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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.
Between Beauty and Brutality: The Haunted History of Norfolk Island
Norfolk Island: A Haunted Legacy of Australia's Dark Past Sitting in the South Pacific, Norfolk Island is a place where haunting and history come together. Once dubbed "Hell in the Pacific" for its brutal penal colonies, the island's violent past has had a lingering effect, rendering it Australia's most haunted locale. With more documented ghosts per square kilometer than any other place in the nation, Norfolk's ghost tales have their roots in centuries of suffering, rebellion, and unresolved issues.
By Kyrol Mojikalabout a year ago in Horror
"When the Sundarbans becomes a nightmare "
Sundarbans, the largest mangrove forest in the world. Declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1997.60% of the total area of the Sundarbans is located in Bangladesh and 40% in India. The south-western part of Bangladesh has immense natural resources. The forest is home to thousands of animals including Royal Bengal tiger, Chitra deer, crocodiles, Dolphins. For thousands of years, this forest has served as a source of livelihood for the local people and protection from natural disasters. But this Sundarbans is becoming a nightmare for many today. The balance of the Sundarbans is severely disturbed today due to unplanned human activities, climate change, deforestation and natural disasters.
By HK Harositabout a year ago in Horror
The House of Shadows
It was about 11 PM when Sohan stood alone before the ancient tin-roofed house at the distant conclusion of the town. The moon hung within the sky, showering everything in a cold, pale light. The wind whispered through the tall grass, and the trees encompassing the place creaked as if attempting to caution him. But Sohan wasn't a man to accept in phantom stories.
By MD. zahid prantoabout a year ago in Horror
The Vines
Vines crept out from underneath his bed, branching out like tentacles reaching for their prey. He was making a point of not looking at them. Burying his head under the covers and pretending they didn’t exist, just like his dad had told him to do. Panic began to set in as he could feel them now, sliding and writhing across the blanket. Searching. Hunting.
By Daniel Millingtonabout a year ago in Horror
Dead Man’s Wish
Dead Man’s Wish The old man’s house stood at the edge of the village, its windows darkened by years of neglect, and its walls cloaked in ivy. Children whispered tales of ghosts and curses, daring each other to approach its creaking porch. But to Mala, it was home—a place filled with memories of love, laughter, and the life she had built with her late husband, Rajan.
By Dr nivara bloomabout a year ago in Horror
"Waking Into Darkness"
--- It started on a cold, silent night. My chest tightened, my breath turned shallow, and my voice faded to a whisper. Alone in my apartment, the darkness closed in until everything went black. I thought I had died. But I awoke in a strange forest, beneath a sickly green sky. The trees were barren, their twisted limbs like claws. The silence pressed in, heavy and unnatural. Shadows darted through the trees, whispers slithered through the air. I was being watched. Driven by instinct, I walked. Eventually, I came to a crooked bridge over a river of black water. A pale figure in a tattered cloak waited on the other side. He silently raised his arm and pointed behind me. I turned—and saw a monstrous creature of shadow and flame. Its voice didn’t enter through my ears but pressed into my thoughts: “You have crossed into the realm of the forgotten.” I ran. I sprinted through darkness until I collapsed. The earth beneath me cracked open, and I fell—through layers of time, voices, and screams—before landing hard in a new nightmare. Now I was in a fleshy hallway with pulsing walls and flickering lights. The air reeked of rot. At the end was a door... my apartment door. Inside, everything looked normal. But the TV screen reflected silent figures standing behind me. I turned. Nothing. Then the TV switched on. A news anchor’s voice: “The young man who died last night was buried today. Neighbors report strange occurrences.” My picture flashed on the screen. I touched my face—cold. My breath left no fog. I screamed. Then I woke up. In my bed. Safe. Breathing. Just a dream. Or so I thought—until I saw fingerprints outside my window. My door, which I’d locked, was ajar. A shadow shifted in the corner. I tried to dismiss it as sleep paralysis. I even called a friend. He laughed—until he glanced into the dark corner. His expression changed instantly. “Who lives with you now?” he whispered. “Please tell me you didn’t actually die.” He left in a panic, refusing to explain. That night, I didn’t sleep. The shadow moved along the walls, lights failed, my phone died. My TV showed my funeral—mourners walking past my coffin as I watched from the couch. Again, I screamed. No one heard. Then I woke up. Again. Now I was on a train. The passengers sat frozen, staring forward. I asked where we were going. No one answered. Outside the window: the same dead forest. The same crooked bridge. We were going back. Then it clicked. Each time I “woke up,” I was still dreaming—or sinking deeper into something else. Each layer peeled reality away. Finally, I awoke once more—in a coffin. The lid creaked open to reveal my apartment ceiling. I sat up, gasping. And I realized the truth. I had never really woken up. Maybe I never would. Or maybe… I was still dead. ---
By Nasir Khanabout a year ago in Horror
The Hourglass of Hollow Earth
Chapter 1: The Descent That Shouldn’t Have Happened Hunedoara, Romania – April 3, 2024 The earthquake was soft...too soft to warrant panic. It barely nudged the antique chandeliers in Corvin Castle, caused only the gentlest ripple in the moat below. Tourists paused their photos. Locals exchanged uneasy glances, then carried on sipping their țuică and talking about politics.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a year ago in Horror
Ghost World👻
A long time ago, a girl named Yanam lived in a village. Like the last time, this time too a terrible epidemic spread in the village. In the last epidemic, Yanams mother, sister, brother and grandmother died. The epidemic before that killed her grandparents, uncles, aunts and their children. Now only Yanam and her father were left in the family. But this epidemic did not spare her father either. This little soul was deeply hurt by the death of her father. Yanam loved her father very much, she was her fathers beloved princess. Her father also used to sacrifice his life for her. Yanam suffered a deep mental shock due to the untimely separation from her father.
By Nikita Angelabout a year ago in Horror
