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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 Poisoned Dinner: A Psychological Thriller
Clara’s smile faltered as she set the table. Something about tonight felt… off. The smell of the steak lingered in the air like a memory she couldn’t quite place. She tried to ignore the nagging feeling that tonight would be the night everything changed.
By Brian Henabout a year ago in Horror
The Prankster. Content Warning.
Everything was perfect when the doorbell rang, and Chloe went to answer it. Her parents were out of town, the Doordash order was on its way, and, assuming no unexpected guests had come to crash her girls’ night with Jessica, the two of them were going to have a wonderful time. “Hey,” Jessica said as she hurried into the house, glad to be out of the late March air. As soon as Chloe had shut the door, she held up the bag of food. “I ran into your DoorDash driver on my way in. Talk about a real creep.” Amused by her best friend, Chloe rolled her eyes and turned the deadbolt on the door. “I know, right?” she replied before glancing out the thin curtains to check to see if the car was still outside. “Some guy named Matt… He keeps showing up every time I order from the app. I think I’ll switch to GrubHub instead.” Ignoring her, Jessica hurried to the couch and set the bag of food down on the coffee table before placing her overnight bag on the couch. “Personally, I prefer to pick up the food myself,” she retorted with a hint of pride in her voice. “Ever since Mom and Dad bought me the car, I’ve been driving everywhere. I like being free to do practically anything I want.” As if on cue, her phone buzzed, and she groaned in annoyance as she checked it. “Well, almost…” Confused, Chloe stared at her friend as she started to text. “Your mom?” she asked, and Jessica nodded in response, her eyes glued to the screen. Jessica's family seemed like the perfect family on the outside, but, on the inside, her parents were overprotective and extremely controlling. They made their daughter keep a tracking app on her phone and always insisted on Jessica checking in with them anytime she left the house. Usually, they seemed okay when Chloe was around, but that was because they saw Chloe as the super responsible type who didn't need any supervision, but they preferred to know when Jessica had made it to Chloe's house safely. Chloe's parents were the exact opposite. After the divorce, they left Chloe to fend for herself, only getting involved if she needed intervention with the school or money to keep herself occupied. Neither house she went to seemed truly like home, especially since Chloe craved the loving attention Jessica got from her parents, but Chloe never needed to do more than ask for whatever she needed. “Anyways, have you heard what everyone at school’s been talking about?” Jessica asked as she sat down on the couch and started to go through the food bag. Chloe scoffed as she sat down next to her. “I don't really pay attention to school drama,” she reminded Jessica. “Ever since Jamie and Cory started all those rumors after I turned Nick down, I decided to ignore everyone.” Finding her part of the DoorDash order, Jessica shrugged and popped open the takeout container. “I still don't know why you turned him down,” she said between bites of food. “I mean, he's drop-dead gorgeous, and he's one of the most popular guys in school. He could have helped you reassimilate into the school so that everyone would stop treating you like an outcast.” When Chloe didn't respond, Jessica waved a hand dismissively at her. “Anyways, that's not the point… Everyone keeps talking about some make-believe serial killer called The Prankster.” Immediately, Chloe shuddered.
By Lela Martinabout a year ago in Horror
Beneath the City of Light: The Haunted Labyrinth of Paris’s Catacombs
The Paris Catacombs: A Journey Through History and Spookiness Underneath Paris's charming boulevards lies a grotesque subterranean world separate from the city's radiant beauty—the Paris Catacombs. This 200-mile network of tunnels houses the bones of six million individuals and a life of utilitarianism and horrorful charm. From its humble roots as a solution to a public health crisis to present-day status as one of the most haunted locations on the planet, the Catacombs are as bizarre as they are extensive.
By Kyrol Mojikalabout a year ago in Horror
Pathogen, Ch. 9
"Maryanne, get behind me," Lt. Nightingale ordered calmly. "Do it now, but don't make any sudden movements. Understand?" Marnie's throat tightened with a dry swallow, her eyes darting back and forth to her zombified classmate and the Glock her mother had pointed at his face. "Mom, wait," she begged. "Y-You don't have to shoot him!"
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Horror
The Haunting World of Horror
**The Haunting World of Horror** Horror has been an integral part of human culture, captivating and terrifying audiences for centuries. Whether through folklore, literature, cinema, or visual art, horror serves as a powerful medium to explore our deepest fears, anxieties, and the unknown.
By ziad alsedabout a year ago in Horror
The Cursed Lullaby
The Cursed Lullaby Ashford, a small town known for its eerie quietness, was home to the old Wrenwood mansion, rumored to be haunted. The mansion had stood empty for decades, but local legends whispered of strange sounds coming from the house at night, flickering lights in the upper windows, and a haunting lullaby playing in the dead of night.
By Al Mahmud Hasanabout a year ago in Horror
The Cursed Village of Devpur
The Haunting of Devpur Village It was a chilly evening when four friends—Aryan, Kabir, Meera, and Riya—drove through the remote countryside of India. They were on a road trip, exploring hidden places, when they stumbled upon an old, abandoned village called Devpur.
By Samabout a year ago in Horror
Horror on the Desert Road
It was the night of September 19, 2023. He had just gotten married and had gone to his home country after the wedding. When he was returning from his country, he acquired a new 2023 model Toyota Raize from the showroom on a five-year installment plan. His work was going well, by the grace of Allah, Alhamdulillah. Then, what happened was his in-laws came to Mecca with their whole family to perform Umrah. It was, of course, prearranged that he would come. He lives in Dammam, which is quite far. But those who are in Saudi Arabia know how far the cities of Dammam and Riyadh are from Mecca. From Al-Ahsa, Mecca is about 1300 km away. No matter how good the roads are there, it's not easy to just drive over such a long distance. It takes a long time to drive. And Ataur Rahman's father-in-law had been in Saudi Arabia for 25 years. He was a driver for a company, so he knew all about the roads in Saudi Arabia and the techniques of driving there. So, his father-in-law said, "Son, when you come, come by bus. There's no need to come in a private car." He must have thought it through, considering he was coming from Dammam, and he had a lot of experience with the roads there. Ataur Rahman was new; he had no experience. The person who drove in Saudi Arabia for 25 years and gained experience driving to various remote cities of Saudi Arabia, he would naturally understand better than him what kind of problems there are on which roads. Based on that experience, he said, "Son, you should come to Mecca by bus."
By Lilyabout a year ago in Horror
The Shadow T-800
The year was 2047, and the earth was a mausoleum of shattered concrete and twisted steel. Skynet’s victory had come decades earlier, its war machines reducing humanity to scattered embers in a world of ash. The T-800s—those skeletal titans of chrome and death, their red eyes burning through the dark—were the reapers of this apocalypse, programmed to hunt with merciless efficiency. But in the wastelands, rumors had begun to spread among the survivors: a T-800 that didn’t follow the script. One that lingered. One that watched.
By TheNaeth2 years ago in Horror
The Vanishing Fish Mystery
The incident didn't happen too long ago, it's very recent. The brother who sent us the story wishes to remain anonymous, so I won't mention his name. He's currently in the Xinjiang province. What they usually do is, after coming back from the office, they go fishing in the Grand Canal, which is huge and has many different sections. Near his house, at that part of the canal, he goes fishing. His apartment is a two-room flat, and he lives alone. Sometimes his university juniors come to his place to chat. He really enjoys it when Bangladeshi brothers are in a foreign land and visit his apartment. Living alone, after a while, a person starts to feel lonely, and that can turn into frustration. Because of this, he always tries to keep in touch with brothers from his university, whether they are his classmates or juniors. His office ends at six, and he gets home around six-thirty. After resting for a bit, he goes out for a chat. Most of the time, they fish in different parts of the Grand Canal using fishing rods with reels. The government releases a lot of fish there, and many people fish there. On weekends or public holidays, many people try to fish there. They often try to catch fish, cast their lines, and chat. So, I'm going to tell you about one such incident. They went fishing; there were two of them that day. Usually, there are three of them together, but that day, for some reason, the third person didn't come. So, when the two of them went fishing, they found that they had been trying for three consecutive days but couldn't catch a single fish. On the fourth day, when they went fishing, unlike the other days when there were three of them, there were only two of them. They tried fishing for a long time, trying as they did on other days, but it wasn't working.
By Lily2 years ago in Horror
Midnight in the Abandoned Asylum
Midnight in the Abandoned Asylum The moon casts a pale, ghostly light over the small town of Hollowbrook, where the long-forgotten St. Regulus Asylum stands hidden behind thick, towering trees. The asylum has been silent for years, but rumors have swirled around it, with some claiming to have seen flickers of light in the windows at night and others whispering about strange noises coming from within the asylum's grounds. Lena Carter, a journalist from the city, had always been fascinated by the paranormal and was determined to uncover the truth.
By Al Mahmud Hasan2 years ago in Horror
The Pale Lady's Curse
The Pale Lady's Curse In the small, forgotten village of Carrington, the name of the Pale Lady was whispered in hushed tones, passed down from one generation to the next. She was a figure of legend, a ghostly apparition seen only in the deepest hours of the night. But for the villagers, she wasn't just a ghost; she was a curse.
By Al Mahmud Hasan2 years ago in Horror