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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.
The Paper Children: A Haunting of Forgotten Folds
I. Prologue – The Forgotten Name In the heart of a forgotten valley, shrouded in fog and memory, stood Loughlin House for Children. Time had carved its decay into the orphanage’s bones—peeling wallpaper, rusted gates, and echoing halls that whispered when no one spoke. Locals claimed the place was cursed. That it remembered. That it watched.
By hiteshsinh solankiabout a year ago in Horror
The Vanishing Notification
It began with a single vibration. Mira was halfway through her history homework when her phone buzzed on the desk. The screen lit up with a notification from an unfamiliar app—"Foresight". She hadn't installed anything new lately, but curiosity got the better of her.
By Fahad Khanabout a year ago in Horror
Lost for Three Minutes: The Mysterious Phone Call Story
It was 3 AM when my phone lit up, showing an unfamiliar number. I was startled at first because it was so late—who would call me at this hour? My hand reached instinctively for the phone, still groggy from sleep. The screen displayed “Unknown Number.”
By RAYHAN SEIKHabout a year ago in Horror
TP-82
Floating around the place, a small droplet of blood wobbled in the air. It hung in the International Space Station. No flood followed but it remained visible as a crimson dot wafting in midair. Astronaut and United States Marine Colonel Commander Keleena Bivins wiped her face. The blood droplet had been produced from her nose, but no other trace of hemoglobin existed. It still made her shudder as the ISS crept into her bones. A heart attack against a Navy astronaut after a year on the Station a few months prior, still made her think of the idea of death aboard the Station.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Horror
The Eyes in the Walls
I paid little attention to the unusual groans and creaks the third level of the old building produced when I first moved into the apartment. After all, it was an old building—one that had seen better days. But there was something about it, something unsettling, that gnawed at me from the moment I stepped through the door.
By A S M Rajib Hassan Choudhuryabout a year ago in Horror
