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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.

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Rachel pressed the bottle cap down until it clicked, over and over, her thumb worrying at the torn edge of the label. Tom had fallen asleep beside her, one arm slung off the mattress like he’d been dropped there. The monitor on the nightstand crackled faintly.
By MJ Carsonabout a year ago in Horror
The Room That Wasn't There
I arrived at the Briarwood Inn just after sunset, the sky purple- and orange-bruised. It was an older hotel at the edge of the woods, far from the highway — perfect for a couple of days of quiet and writing. I had booked Room 104, a corner room with a view into the woods.
By Turjo Miaabout a year ago in Horror
Watcher
He felt a cold sweat wash over him as his stomach twisted in a knott as he stared blankly at the tv. It had been over an hour since they got there, and they heard nothing more about his half-sister. Who was his dad's daughter from a previous marriage. The only one out of the two that Jean actually loved at all.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Horror
The Night Food Floated onto The AIR:A Real possession Story. Content Warning.
This story occurred in Khulna about five years ago. It was a strange and scary thing that my family and I will never forget. One night, we saw a little girl crying on the side of the road. She was about 8 years old. Her name was Tara. She looked very tired and weak. She said she hadn't eaten in two or three days. She came from a nearby village and had no accommodation.
By Joyprokash Royabout a year ago in Horror
Between Sacred Stones and Silent Screams: The Haunted Soul of Wat Sisaket
The Ghostly Past of Wat Sisaket: Lao's Spiritual Mystery Deep in the center of Vientiane, Wat Sisaket is a legacy to Laos' violent past and spiritual heritage. Built in 1818 on the orders of King Anouvong (Sethathirath V), this temple is the oldest surviving Buddhist structure in the capital, having escaped destruction by a hair's breadth during the Siamese invasion of 1827. Its unusual Siamese-influenced design—featuring a five-tiered roof and a cloistered courtyard—likely spared it the same fate as neighboring temples, which were reduced to rubble. It is today revered not only for its history but also for its notoriety as one of the most haunted locations in Laos, where the specters of the past whisper along its dimly lit passages.
By Kyrol Mojikalabout a year ago in Horror
The Smiling Man:A Glimpse into the Darkness Behind the Smile.. AI-Generated.
In the vast realm of internet horror and urban folklore, few figures evoke the same eerie fascination as The Smiling Man. This enigmatic being has carved out a spooky place in contemporary mythology. It is neither a ghost nor a demon, and it is neither entirely human nor overtly supernatural. Originating from a now-famous account shared online, The Smiling Man walks the razor-thin line between reality and nightmare — and it's that ambiguity which makes him unforgettable.
By Ashfaque Mahmud 🇧🇩about a year ago in Horror
The Smiling Man. AI-Generated.
The first time I noticed him was on a Tuesday evening. The park had nearly emptied as dusk settled in, painting the sky in muted purples and deep blues. I was cutting through on my way home from work, taking advantage of the shortcut rather than walking the long way around.
By A S M Rajib Hassan Choudhuryabout a year ago in Horror
The Hollow Ones
Whispers that weren't quite human were carried by the wind as it howled through the skeletal trees of Black Hollow. Claire tightened her coat, cursing herself for taking the shortcut through the woods. The old logging road had seemed like a good idea at dusk—shave twenty minutes off her hike back to town. But now, with the moon hidden behind thick clouds and the air thick with the scent of damp earth and something faintly rancid, she regretted every step.
By Mazharul Dihanabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers from Room 313. AI-Generated.
When Ethan checked into the old Hillcrest Motel, the front desk clerk warned him: “Don’t mind the whispers if you’re in Room 313.” Ethan laughed it off, thinking it was just local folklore.
By Shakib Hossenabout a year ago in Horror
She Crawls at Midnight: The Blood-Chilling Truth Behind Japan’s Most Terrifying Urban Legend. Content Warning.
They say if you hear a sharp, dragging sound in the dead of night—teke... teke... teke...—you should run. But chances are, it's already too late.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Horror
Mysterious Red Sari Spirit & Haunted Tamarind Tree
The incident happened with his elder uncle, but at the request of Tapas Bhai, we are keeping his elder uncle’s name confidential. The time frame of this incident was around 1994 or 1995. During that period, the Bila (wetland) would have a lot of water in the rainy season. One day, Tapas Bhai’s uncle brought a kind of item made from palm leaves, called “Kunda” in the village language. He had gone to cut grass and also to collect Kachuri leaves and similar things for the cows’ feed. While bringing back those things for feeding the cows, there is a place near Baktarpur Bila. This place is, well, how should I put it, an area with trees, a homestead-like place. There stands a Hijal tree there. When his uncle was returning, he sat down under that Hijal tree to rest for a while. While resting absentmindedly, he broke a branch off that Hijal tree. After resting, he normally returned home. Once home, he fed the cows the grass and Kachuri leaves he had collected. Everything seemed fine, but that very night, the uncle suddenly started acting mad. He began speaking incoherently, did not want to stay indoors, and left the house. He scolded his family members and spoke nonsense to everyone. No one was able to hold him back—one person alone couldn’t restrain him, and even many together could not. He left the house. The uncle felt as if something had possessed or affected him in a bad way. When that negative force acted upon him, he felt as if someone was sitting on him, his chest became heavy, and it felt like a heavy stone was placed on his chest. He could hardly speak properly. This problem lasted similarly for about five to six days and then went away. He became completely normal, and everything—his words, behavior, and actions—were perfectly fine. About a month after this incident, the problem started again. One day, suddenly, the uncle couldn’t be found anywhere. No one could find him, and everyone started searching all around for him.
By Lilyabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Train's Shadow
A few years after the start of Dhaka Metro, strange urban legends began to circulate around the city. "You will not board the last train unless you are ready to leave at the station.
By Sajid Ahmedabout a year ago in Horror