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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 Mysterious Dinner Guest. Content Warning.
About 7 years ago I got an invitation to attend my cousins dinner party. I have never seen my cousin before and only spoke to him on the phone. I was surprised that his family unexpectedly invited me after all these years.
By MOHD MEHTAB2 years ago in Horror
The Haunted History of Stull Cemetery: Kansas' 'Gateway to Hell' and Its Ghostly Legends
Sitting in quiet, rural Stull, Kansas—a ghost town that borders Lawrence—is Stull Cemetery, a place so replete with bad legend that it's been placed on the nation's most haunted places list. For decades, its name surfaced in whispers of hell gateways, witch curses, and spook spirits. But beneath the gaudy tales is a history steeped in fact and myth, creating an eerie tapestry that continues to attract thrill seekers and ghost hunters.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
The last call
The Last Call Chapter One: The Ringing Phone Chidera was alone in her apartment when her phone rang. The screen read "Unknown Caller." She hesitated before answering. “Hello?” A distorted voice whispered, “Don’t turn around.” Her breath caught. The lights flickered. The air turned icy. She spun around. Nothing. Then, the voice spoke again. “I see you.” --- Chapter Two: A Stranger in the Dark Her hands trembled as she ended the call. She rushed to lock every door and window. But when she reached the back door, she saw something terrifying— It was already unlocked. Had she left it open? Or had someone else been inside? Her phone buzzed with a text from her best friend, Amaka. "Did you just call me?" Chidera’s blood ran cold. She hadn’t. And then—her phone rang again. Unknown Caller. --- Chapter Three: Nowhere to Run She didn’t answer. Instead, she peeked outside. The street was empty. But near the gate, a shadow moved. Her phone vibrated with another message. "You can’t run." Panic surged through her. She grabbed a knife from the kitchen. Suddenly—the power went out. Her phone buzzed one last time. "I’m inside." --- Chapter Four: The Truth Revealed Footsteps creaked behind her. Chidera spun, swinging the knife wildly. Laughter echoed through the room. Then—click. The lights came back on. Standing in front of her was Amaka. “What the hell?!” Chidera gasped. Amaka smirked. “Relax. It was a prank.” Chidera’s knees nearly buckled. “You scared me to death!” But then—her phone vibrated again. A new message. "That wasn’t me." --- Chapter Five: The Real Horror Chidera’s breath caught. She turned to Amaka, but something was wrong. Amaka’s phone lay untouched on the table. “Who texted me?” Chidera whispered. Amaka frowned. “What are you talking about?” A shiver ran down Chidera’s spine. She glanced at the front door. It was wide open. And outside, in the darkness, someone was watching. --- Chapter Six: Unseen Eyes Chidera felt paralyzed. The figure outside didn’t move. Just watched. Amaka grabbed her wrist. “Chidera, lock the door. Now.” Chidera hesitated. Then—BANG! The door slammed shut on its own. The TV flickered on. A grainy video played— A live feed of them, standing in the living room. A message popped up on the screen: "I’m inside now." Amaka screamed. A shadow stretched across the floor. And it wasn’t theirs. --- Chapter Seven: Trapped Chidera groped through the darkness, calling Amaka’s name. Silence. Then, a whisper. "Leave. Now." A sharp, cold hand brushed her shoulder. She spun around—nothing. Her phone buzzed. A video message. She clicked play. It showed Amaka, standing frozen in the living room. Behind her, a tall, faceless figure. Then—Amaka was gone. Chidera screamed. --- Chapter Eight: Now You See Me The lights flickered back. The living room was empty. Amaka was nowhere. A single message appeared on the TV screen. "Your turn." A presence loomed behind her. She refused to turn around. The phone buzzed. A voice recording. She played it. Amaka’s voice whispered, "Don't turn around." Too late. A cold breath on her neck. Everything went dark. --- Epilogue: The Last Call The next morning, the apartment was silent. Police found Chidera’s phone on the floor. One missed call: Unknown Caller. The call history showed that the last call… had come from inside the house. Chidera and Amaka were never found. But sometimes, late at night, their numbers still call strangers. And if you answer, a whisper will say: "Don’t turn around." THE END.
By Chidera Emesiobi2 years ago in Horror
Happy Birthday
I feel like I've been here for hours. I'm tired and I'm hungry. Is...is that a cut on my lip? Ugh my head is pounding. Feels like I got hit with a truck.
By Kaori Knight 2 years ago in Horror
Pathogen, Ch. 7
Julian was right: Marnie did not like his idea at all. In fact, she hated it with the burning passion of a thousand suns. Seeing as she couldn't offer any better suggestions, though, they had no choice but to go with it.
By Natalie Gray2 years ago in Horror
The Shadow That Followed: Part 3
Mia wasn’t superstitious. Ghost stories were just that—stories. So when she found an apartment in the city for half the usual rent, she didn’t hesitate. The landlord barely spoke as he handed her the keys. His hands trembled slightly, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t quite place.
By Daniella2 years ago in Horror
Horror Road
This story is based on a real incident. This story is not a fictional story. The incident described in this story is a real story of my friend.
By Nikita Angel2 years ago in Horror
The Secret of the Destructive Mansion’s Basement
The Secret of the Destructive Mansion’s Basement The darkness of the night grew thicker. Heavy clouds smothered the sky, swallowing every trace of moonlight. On the outskirts of the village stood the Destructive Mansion, looming like a monstrous entity dissolving into the abyss. Stories whispered through the village—anyone who stepped inside never returned.
By Dipak Pawar2 years ago in Horror
Old Victorian House
The old Victorian house stood on a hill overlooking the town, a skeletal silhouette against the bruised twilight sky. Stories of a family's disappearance, lingering grief, and the constant, unsettling silence that clung to its walls were shared by the locals. I, a freelance sound engineer named Elias Thorne, dismissed these stories as quaint folklore. The price was too good to pass up, and I needed a quiet place to work on a complex audio restoration project. Despite its age, the house had sound foundations. Dust motes danced in the fading light, illuminating the ornate, decaying furniture. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of aged wood and something else, something metallic and faintly acrid. I set up my equipment in the grand, echoing parlor, the heart of the house, and began to work.
By sanjeevan2 years ago in Horror
The Shadow That Followed: Part 2. Content Warning.
A New Beginning… or So She Thought Lena’s parents filed a missing person’s report, but the police found nothing. Her belongings were still in the apartment, her phone lay on the nightstand, and the door was locked from the inside.
By Daniella2 years ago in Horror
The Last Letter
The Last Letter "Papa, whose suitcase is this?" I asked, dusting off Grandpa's old leather bag that had been lying in the attic for the past 20 years. Dad answered without raising his head, "Grandpa's... He never opened it. He fled with everything in it after Partition." The lock of the suitcase was rusted, but something was rattling inside. My fingers felt a small key, hidden in the lining of the suitcase. The key opened the lock of the suitcase. Inside was an iron box, inscribed with "Malhanpur, 1947." The box contained three keys, a sealed envelope, and a black-and-white photograph. In the photo, Grandpa was standing in front of a ruined mansion in his youth. There was a dark stain on the ground near his feet... blood perhaps? It was written on the envelope: *"Whoever reads this will open the third mansion in Malhanpur, where the truth is buried. – Karan Singh"* "Karan Singh? Grandfather's name was Amar Singh!" I was shocked. It took six months to get the visa. As soon as I set foot on the land of Malhanpur, a village in Pakistan, my heart started pounding. The villagers were surprised: "Why has someone from India come here?" An elderly Sikh who stayed behind after Partition said: “That haveli is still in ruins… people say ghosts live there.” Standing in front of the haveli, my hair stood on end. The walls were squeaking—plaster peeling off, window panes broken, and vines had wrapped their black arms around the main entrance. An old chandelier hung broken from the veranda above, making a tinkling sound in the wind, as if mimicking someone’s laughter. The last rays of the sun were making the red stripes on the walls darker… perhaps they were decades-old blood marks. As I stepped inside, the crunch of pebbles under my shoes broke the silence. Dust particles danced in the air, and the stench of rotten wood pierced my nose. An old calendar hung on the wall—the page dated August 15, 1947—seemed to hold time. Suddenly, I heard a shriek from behind… perhaps it was a cat, or someone’s spirit. Crying. As soon as I opened the hidden door behind the bookshelf, a gust of cold air came up from the stairs, which smelled of rotten flowers. The stairs were so narrow that the shoulders had to be rubbed against the walls while descending. The wood creaked at every step... as if someone was warning: *"Go back."*
By Jai Singh2 years ago in Horror
Phantom Whispers
Chapter 1: The Arrival The small coastal town of Eldridge Cove offered little more than a refuge for those seeking solace from the chaos of the world. Nestled between lush green cliffs and a turbulent ocean, its charm lay in its serenity. However, for Juliet Morgan, the town was a fresh start, a chance to escape the shadows of her past. A renowned artist, she sought inspiration and a sense of peace, or so she thought.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN2 years ago in Horror