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Charli XCX will star in a horror movie. AI-Generated.
Charli XCX is set to take on a significant role in an upcoming horror film directed by the renowned Japanese filmmaker Takashi Miike. This collaboration marks a notable intersection between pop music and horror cinema, as Miike is celebrated for his provocative and often shocking films, including classics like Audition and Ichi the Killer.
By Ninfa Galeanoabout a year ago in Horror
The Man Who Answered No Calls
Ravi Kapoor was a man of patterns. Every day at 6:30 a.m., he ran the same four kilometers, brewed the same strong black tea, and left his flat exactly at 8:00. He prided himself on structure. No surprises. No deviations. And absolutely no calls from unknown numbers. He didn’t just ignore them—he blocked them instantly. To him, answering unknown calls was inviting chaos. Until one day, the call didn’t come from an unknown number. It came from his own. The phone rang while he stood brushing his teeth. Displayed on the screen, clear as daylight: “Ravi Kapoor.” He froze. Curiosity wrestled with fear. Rationality told him it was a scam, a spoofed number, or some weird glitch. But his finger moved before logic could catch up. He answered. The line was quiet for a second. Then came a voice. His own voice. "Don’t go outside today." A cold wave shot through his spine. “Who is this?” The voice didn’t respond. The call ended. Ravi stared at the screen. No trace of the call. No call log entry. Nothing. Shaken, he decided to ignore it. Maybe he was overworked. Maybe his brain played tricks. He stayed in. Skipped the run. Worked from home. Dismissed the entire thing as stress. But the next day, the call came again. Same time. Same number. "Don’t take the elevator." Once again, the voice matched his own, down to the tone and pause. He obeyed, unsure why. He walked down the stairs. As he stepped outside, an ambulance screamed past. The building elevator had jammed, trapping a man inside. Nothing fatal, but Ravi’s heart thudded in panic. Who was warning him? And how? That night, sleep didn’t come easy. He searched the web for stories of calls from “future selves” or time loops, anything. Forums, conspiracies, articles—nothing gave a satisfying answer. The next morning, no call came. And he panicked. Had he missed it? Was he safe now? At 11:17 a.m., a text arrived. “You weren’t supposed to read that file.” Ravi blinked. What file? He opened his laptop. The only unusual thing was a locked folder labeled “Do Not Open,” buried deep in a system backup. It wasn’t his style to label anything like that. And he had no memory of creating it. His hands moved before his brain could stop them. Inside were photos. Hundreds. Screenshots of security cams, personal pictures from different timelines—all of him. But not in the same clothes. Different jobs. Different places. Different injuries. Different versions of him. He slammed the lid shut. The phone rang. Same number. "Stop digging. You’re not authorized to remember." His voice again. This time more urgent. Ravi whispered, “What do you mean ‘authorized’? Who are you?” The voice didn’t answer directly. "They’re coming. Get rid of the phone. Leave the flat. Go to Building 9. Room 204. Now." He hesitated. His heart was beating like a drumline. This had gone beyond paranoia—it felt like a movie. But he moved. Fast. Out the door, down the stairs, past people who didn’t look twice. He reached Building 9, shaking. The door to Room 204 was unlocked. It was dark inside. Empty. Except for a chair. And a phone. It rang. He picked it up. A new voice spoke—calm, flat, robotic. "Welcome to Recall Service. Your session is now complete. Thank you for testing future consciousness transfer. This memory will now be erased for ethical compliance." His lips moved. “Wait, what? No. I need to know—” Click. The room glowed white. Then faded to black. --- Two Days Later. Ravi Kapoor jogged the usual four kilometers. Drank his tea. Left at 8:00. Everything was just like before. Only this time, when an unknown number called— He didn’t answer. Because he had no idea he ever did.
By THOUGHT LIKE A PROabout a year ago in Horror
The Death's bargain
The first time Samuel Voss saw Death, he was seven years old. It happened on a cold winter evening when the wind howled through the cracks of his family’s farmhouse. His mother was coughing blood into a handkerchief, her skin as pale as the snow outside. The doctor had left hours ago, shaking his head, muttering about consumption and the inevitability of things.
By I want Peace 🕊️about a year ago in Horror
Blood in the Pines. Top Story - May 2025.
“Bobby, stop playing with the camera.” “Calm down, Karen, I’m just checking the settings.” “Don’t start,” Cheryl interjected. “We are out here to study the Pygmy Short-Horned Lizard, not fight over a camera.” “But-” Karen started, but was shut down by Cheryl. “Stop! We have a long hike and I don’t want to hear y’all going back and forth this whole trip. Give me the camera.” “Yes, mom.” Cheryl shot him a stern look. “Sorry.” The trio continued their way down a small trail off the main pathway. The trees consumed the sky, leaving the group in shadow. A humid wind rolled through the trees, damp and earthy, chilling the biologists. Moss covered trees cut into the path they walked for several hours. They climbed a steep hill, void of any man-made route. “How much longer?” Bobby asked. “Check the GPS,” Cheryl replied, scanning their surroundings. Bobby pulled the small electronic device from one of his loaded pockets. There was a small beep and the screen lit up. After pressing a few buttons, Bobby looked concerned. “It’s not working. It’s glitchy.” “What does it show?” Karen asked. “It shows us almost on top of the coordinates.” “Great. How is it glitching?” Curious, Karen walked over to look. Without hesitating, Bobby gave her the device. She looked at the screen, frowning, then to Cheryl. “What?” “He broke it,” Karen replied, handing it to Cheryl. “No I didn’t.” Cheryl took it and pressed some buttons on the side. She gave Bobby a disappointed look. “Sorry,” he said with a shrug. “How long since it broke?” “How would I know?” He looked defensive. “When did you last check it?” “Uh, I…“ “Bobby! You were supposed to check every fifteen minutes.” Karen’s raised voice echoed through the canopy. “We need to get to the top of this hill and find a place to set up camp.” Bobby’s shoulders slumped and he stared at the ground. They made their way to the top of the steep hill, stopping on a flat area to set up their base of operations. Bobby set up the tents while Karen got the fire going and Cheryl checked the gear. They sat beside the fire to eat, the shadows growing longer as the sun set. A strange noise floated in the wind, and Bobby paused in the middle of a joke he was telling before disregarding it and continuing on. Bobby’s joke fell flat with his companions, but the noise amplified. They all turned to the source of the sound to see a pair of eyes glowing in the firelight. Eyes that stood well over six feet tall. Then they spotted the two palmate antlers and the flat back ears of an angry bull moose. “Um, what should we do?” Karen said. “We need to keep our distance,” Cheryl replied. “Everyone get up slowly and walk away.” “That thing doesn’t look very happy.” Bobby’s voice cracked. “That’s why we are going to slowly stand up and move away.” The group got up, trying to keep their movements slow and nonthreatening. The moose didn’t move, only stood watching as they moved in the opposite direction. Then it snorted and took a few steps toward them. Bobby panicked and went into a sprint, which made the animal charge, its blazing eyes focused on Bobby’s bright orange jacket. “Climb a tree!” Karen yelled, as she and Cheryl cowered behind another nearby tree. Bobby veered toward a tree to his right, but the moose was faster. Its antlers swung into Bobby’s left side as he jumped for a limb and flung him into the rocks a few feet away. The moose then walked towards the dazed man and brought its front leg down, breaking the bones in the forearm Bobby raised to shield his face. “HELP ME!” Bobby screamed as the moose swiped him again with its antlers, slicing his flesh open. The women turned away from the sight, looking at each other in horror as they heard Bobby scream and cry. A sudden crack, like a breaking branch, echoed through the trees, along with Bobby’s muffled cries. Tears filled their eyes and the women covered their mouths as another cry jumped between the trees, followed by a sickening crunch. Bobby screamed, shouting incoherently before a loud squelch heralded an eerie silence. “What just happened?” Karen quavered. In response, the massive moose snorted and stomped. “Run!” Cheryl tried to shout but the words came out as a terrified croak. Both women took off, each fumbling to find a flashlight in one of their many pockets at the sound of the moose crashing through the woods behind them. Their run through the forest, with their flashlight beams bouncing along in front of them. was as surreal as it was frantic, but finally the grunts of the moose were gone. “I think we lost him,” Karen whispered, grabbing at Cheryl. “Should we go back?” “That moose could be waiting for us.” “I don’t … what’s that smell?” Karen’s eyes followed her beam of light, which illuminated the ground and the savaged torso of a man. “Oh my God. Is that a dead body?” “Where?” Cheryl’s eyes followed the same beam and she gasped as her eyes fell on the decomposing body. “Oh my God! We need to get out of here!” The beams of light desperately searched for the easiest way around the torso, only to uncover more desecrated bodies. The horror continued as their flashlights brought more random corpses into view. Exploring the ransacked tents and baggage showed them they were standing in another campsite. A deep, guttural moan rang out behind them and, without looking back, they both bolted away from the noise. It was soon clear that the moose had zeroed in on Karen. She yelled for help but Cheryl didn’t slow as the screams for help turned to just screams and were quickly cut off completely. Panting, Cheryl knew she couldn’t stop. Her lungs burned, her legs ached, and her heart was beating like a hummingbird. She glanced behind her as she ran and tripped, knocking the wind out of her. The flashlight flew from her hand, lighting up a hill in front of her when it landed. There was a dark indention, perhaps a hole, and Cheryl retrieved her light and ran to it, the heavy hoofs of the moose sounding behind her. It was a hole, and looked rather deep, but also narrower than her. She scurried into it headfirst, and after substantial squirming was completely inside. She instantly regretted going in that way. As she laid there she started feeling something crawling on her. As a biologist she turned to try and see what was on her. She immediately knew what was in the hole with her as its small snout and grayish brown scales were revealed. It was a Pygmy Short-Horned Lizard. “Hey, little guy.” Her worry faded for a moment. That was until she dislodged an important root and was now sliding further into the hole. Soon she saw light at the end of the tunnel and braced for a possible long drop since she couldn’t do anything to slow or stop her descent. The loose earth broke away from the hole as she neared the opening. She fell for half a second and the wind got knocked out again. As her eyes adjusted to the now bright cavernous room she was in she noticed something strange. There was a shining stream in the middle of the cave with dozens of female and baby moose lining both sides. They were all in different phases of falling asleep when she fell in and were now alert. The air filled with concerned moans from the animals, but Cheryl did her best to soothe them from a distance. She slowly skirted the wall that was farthest from the most moose, but she was forced to come within spitting distance to several. Thankfully, they just echoed an urgent moan and moved away. As she neared the opening to the cave she remembered she still had the camera from earlier. After she took a few pictures a familiar guttural moan erupted over her head and hot oppressive breath poured down onto her shoulders.
By Colt Hendersonabout a year ago in Horror
Terrifying Holiday Trip—Terrifying photos (Day Five)
Previous chapter,The woman in white dress who appeared on the first day of moving into the apartment finally appeared in Pigeon Nest Park. I chased after her only to discover an incredible truth: she was me! In my horror, I accidentally fell into the sea. What will become of me? Find out in this chapter, "Terrifying Holiday Trip—Terrifying photos (Day Five)."
By Aiden Wangabout a year ago in Horror
Things You Can't Say three. Content Warning.
The way that he spoke to me felt so damn patronizing. The whole ‘good girl’ thing was really starting to get under my skin. Especially the cooing tone that he was using to say every single damn ‘compliment’. It was really starting to piss me off. And this sudden urge to just hurt him was overwhelming for me. An idea to just headbutt him in the balls cropped up as I stood there. Eating the worst version of chili dogs that I had ever eaten in my life. It wasn’t terrible tasting but terrible looking. I dismissed the violent thought while I was eating my food the best that I could. There was no way in Hell that would go over well. He would retaliate with worse violence. After all the man can easily lift and carry me around like I’m a ragdoll. It makes me fear what he could do to me if he was properly angry with me and not just lifting me around.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Horror
Ghosts of the Secret City: The Haunted Caves of Viengxay, Laos
The Secret City of Viengxay: A Ghostly Legacy of War and Survival Deep in the mountains of northeastern Laos, shrouded in mist, is the Secret City of Viengxay, a ghostly testament to one of the 20th century's greatest atrocities. During the Vietnam War, this limestone cave city was a refuge for Lao civilians and thousands of communist Pathet Lao soldiers from daily U.S. bombing raids and thus it came to be "City of Victory." Now its history as a site of survival is combined with spooky tales of residual hauntings, so it is one of Laos' most historic and haunted locations.
By Kyrol Mojikalabout a year ago in Horror
Terrifying Holiday Trip—The Appearance of the Woman in White at Pigeon Nest (Day Four)
Previous chapter, we left off with me being swallowed by the blood-red sea, only to wake up on the bed in the apartment, unable to distinguish between dream and reality. Yet, I continued my journey in Qinhuangdao, heading to the haunted building, only to find myself trapped inside a mirror, with no way out. What exactly have I encountered? Let’s find out in this chapter, "Terrifying Holiday Trip—The Appearance of the Woman in White at Pigeon Nest (Day Four)."
By Aiden Wangabout a year ago in Horror
