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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 Silent Lurker
The chill of the autumn air swept through the town of Hollow Creek, a quaint place steeped in history and shadows. As the last golden leaves fell from the aged oak trees, whispers of untold stories seemed to echo through the graveyard, where remnants of the past were buried beneath the earth. Among the old tombstones stood a solitary, affecting figure—a girl named Clara Hartley, an artist with an unquenchable thirst for life, yet always an outsider looking in.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN2 years ago in Horror
The Secret Passage
Chapter One - Entering the Abandoned House Walaa and Khaled stood in front of the abandoned house, looking at the dilapidated building on the outskirts of the city. The darkness enveloped the place, and dense forests surrounded it on all sides, adding an atmosphere of mystery and horror.
By mohamed elsayed2 years ago in Horror
Echoes of the Veil
Chapter 1: The Forgotten House Nestled in the sleepy town of Raven Hollow, an old mansion stood abandoned for decades. Locals whispered tales of its haunted past and the tragic love story of Elizabeth, a beautiful woman whose life was cut short by an untimely death. The house was covered in vines, the windows were shattered, and the paint was peeling, but it was a fascinating sight for those brave enough to venture closer.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN2 years ago in Horror
The Enigmatic Garden
Chapter 1: The Arrival It was a quiet town nestled between the hills, a place where the sun painted the sky in tangerine hues every evening while the moon shimmered softly in the deep night. I had just moved into the old Victorian house on the outskirts, drawn to its history and charm. Little did I know that the most enchanting chapter of my life was about to unfold.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN2 years ago in Horror
The Cursed Pond of Shibnagar | The Matua Spirit’s Revenge
The first incident I'm going to tell you about is from the Sylhet region. To be precise, it's not from Sylhet city or Sylhet district, but from Shibnagar village in Gobindaganj Upazila of Sunamganj, a neighboring district of Sylhet. The time of the incident would be around the 1960s, approximately. To be exact, it was before the Liberation War. Considering the various surrounding circumstances, it can be assumed that it was sometime in the 1960s. In this Shibnagar village, there lived a man named Ajkir Ali. He was quite a short-tempered person. He worked in agriculture, and also, in the canals and wetlands around there, he fished. The vast area of Sylhet, including the surrounding districts, has the Surma River flowing through it. Various branches of the Surma River have entered different places. Sunamganj is a haor-dominated area. Besides, in Habiganj too, various branches of the Surma River can be seen. So, in this region, many people fish and do agricultural work. They fish during the rainy season, and when the rainy season ends and the water recedes, they do agricultural work. That's how they live, and they were living that way too. Their house, I mean Ajkir Ali's house, was very big, and there were two ponds in front and behind the house. Actually, fish wouldn't thrive in the pond behind the house, even if you released them. But in the front pond, fish would thrive if you released them, and fish were always available there. And the pond behind the house, the one where fish usually didn't thrive, it wasn't like the water was polluted or anything. The water was as good as any other eight or ten ponds. People used that pond too, they swam in it, and used it for other purposes. There was no problem with that. The only problem was that fish wouldn't thrive in that pond, or if you released fish, they wouldn't be found.
By Lily2 years ago in Horror
The Cursed Road of Kuldhara Village
It was a sweltering afternoon in the Thar Desert, with the sun casting a blinding glow over the endless stretch of golden sand. I had been traveling for hours, my car bouncing along the uneven dirt road, when I first heard about Kuldhara—a long-forgotten village, abandoned centuries ago, that was rumored to be cursed. It was a place I had always wanted to visit, intrigued by the stories of strange sounds in the night and eerie apparitions seen by those brave enough to venture close. The locals, though, warned me to stay away, their faces pale with fear whenever the village was mentioned.
By Joysi2 years ago in Horror
The Shadows of Bhangarh Fort
It was a moonless night in Rajasthan, the air heavy with the dust of the desert. I had always been fascinated by the stories of haunted places in India, and when the opportunity arose to visit Bhangarh Fort, one of the most notorious haunted locations in the country, I couldn’t resist. Locals in nearby villages spoke of the fort with fear, warning me to stay away after dark, for once the sun dipped below the horizon, the fort was said to come alive with whispers, shadows, and ghosts.
By Mukun2 years ago in Horror
All Of Us Are Dead: The real story behind the hit zombie series
All Of Us Are Dead is a South Korean zombie horror series that premiered on January 28, 2022 and became one of Netflix's biggest hits. What few people know is that this story is inspired by real events.
By Ninfa Galeano2 years ago in Horror
The Last Breath of Winter
The first chapter: dug into hers. “Then listen closely, for my time is short.” On a frozen lake, his voice was like ice breaking apart. He told her of his love for Evelyn, the woman he had planned to marry. But their love had been forbidden by Evelyn’s cruel father, Lord Whitmore, who feared Aidan’s humble status would ruin their family name. Whitmore had locked Evelyn up on the night of their elopement and lured Aidan into the storm with a letter she had written. Aidan had wandered into the blizzard, betrayed and heartbroken, his breath taken away by the harsh winter. The third chapter is Love and Horror. The thought sent a chill down Asha's spine. “But… if you’re here, does that mean Evelyn is still alive?”
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Horror
The Unseen Terror
The Unseen Terror: When Shadows Come to Life Horror has always thrived on the unknown—the eerie silence before a scream, the unseen presence lurking just beyond our sight. But what if the terror isn’t just in our minds? What if the shadows themselves are alive, waiting for the perfect moment to strike?
By Hawa Barrow2 years ago in Horror
The Power of a Woman's Courage
This is a 1762 drawing of a lady repelling the devil with her genitals. The picture was there to serve alongside ''The Devil of Pope Fig Island,'' the poem of a French poet named Jean de la Fontaine from the 17th century.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Horror
A Love Letter Written in Tears of Blood
A Love Letter Written in Tears of Blood It was a dark and silent night. An old, abandoned mansion stood alone under the pale moonlight. The tall iron gate cast long shadows on the ground as a cold wind rustled through the trees. A single flickering lantern inside barely illuminated the crumbling walls, its glow trembling as if afraid of the darkness around it. Samir hesitated at the entrance, his heart pounding. This mansion held too many memories—his past, his love, and... a painful secret buried deep within its walls. As he stepped inside, a thick cloud of dust rose, filling his lungs with the scent of decay. Before him stood a grand wooden staircase, its steps creaking softly, and at the very top—a shadow moved. A chill ran down his spine. Three Years Ago... Samir and Anaya. Two souls deeply in love. They would meet every evening in the mansion’s rose garden, whispering dreams of a future together. But behind Anaya’s gentle smile, there was always a trace of sadness—a sorrow she never spoke of. "Samir, what if I disappear one day?" she had asked him once, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why would you say that? I would never let you go," he had laughed, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. She smiled, but her eyes held a quiet pain. That night, she vanished. No one ever found her—not at her home, not in the mansion. It was as if she had simply... dissolved into the night. Now... Samir walked toward the basement, drawn by an unseen force. There, half-buried in dust, lay an old wooden chest. The iron latches were rusted, the wood blackened with age. His fingers trembled as he pried it open. Inside lay a single piece of paper—aged, brittle, yet terrifyingly familiar. It was Anaya’s love letter. But now, new words had appeared, written in what looked like tears of blood. "Samir… I am still here. Right where you left me..." A cold breath brushed against his neck. A faint whisper echoed through the room. "I have been waiting for you, Samir..." He turned sharply. There she was. Anaya. But not as he remembered her. Her eyes—once warm and filled with love—were now hollow, bleeding crimson tears. Her hair was tangled, her face a mask of sorrow and something far worse. "Anaya..." His voice cracked. "Why have you come now, Samir? Where were you when I needed you?" her voice trembled with pain. "I... I never abandoned you!" he stammered. "Didn’t you?" Her gaze bore into his soul. A gust of wind howled through the basement. The letter in his hands began to bleed, the words dripping down like fresh wounds. "I never left, Samir… I am still in this mansion... in this basement..." A horrifying realization struck him. Anaya had not simply vanished. She had been murdered. That night… Samir had seen it—his own family had ended her life, all to protect their honor. And he… he had done nothing. Now, her bloodstained love letter had summoned him back. Anaya stepped closer, her cold fingers grazing his wrist. "You will stay with me now..." her voice was barely a whisper. Samir opened his mouth to scream, but no sound escaped. The flickering lantern went out. And then, silence. No one has entered that mansion since. But on nights when the moon is hidden, whispers float through the air—of a love letter still being read… written in tears of blood.
By Dipak Pawar2 years ago in Horror