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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 Table Set for Six
The Blackthorn Lane house stood vacant for decades, windows shattered, roof sagging under the burden of years. People talked of it in whispers, as though the house could hear. They referred to the Holloways who used to reside there and how they had vanished one stormy night, leaving a five-place table set and a single, bloody handprint on the wall.
By Md Nurul Imam Babu2 years ago in Horror
The Shadows of Birchwood House
**The Shadows of Birchwood House** Birchwood House was empty for years, but that did not stop the rumors. The large, dark house sat just beyond the edge of the little town, a sullen presence looming over the surrounding woods like a ghostly vacant sentinel. Folks would tell of strange noises—creaking floors, muffled whispers, a faint scratching at the windows—even when no one was there. But the most lingering myth involved the shadows.
By Md Nurul Imam Babu2 years ago in Horror
Whispers in the Fog
**Whispers in the Fog** The fog crept in thick that evening, shrouding the town in a dense, spectral veil. Jenna hated fog. It made her think about the night her brother disappeared—when he went into the mist and never came back. That had been ten years ago.
By Md Nurul Imam Babu2 years ago in Horror
The Knocking
**The Knocking** It started with a soft knock. At first, she had thought it was the house settling—an old, creaking house out on the outskirts of town. The kind of house where shadows stretched too far and the floor groaned beneath secret weight. She had inherited it from her grandmother, a woman who died whispering warnings that no one heard.
By Md Nurul Imam Babu2 years ago in Horror
The Reflection.. AI-Generated.
Jason never liked the mirror in his grandmother’s house. It stood in the upstairs hallway, an ornate, floor-length monstrosity with a golden frame that twisted like creeping vines. The glass always seemed too clear, like a pool of still water before a storm. It had been there for as long as he could remember, an unblinking eye in the otherwise warm house.
By Alex Ariya2 years ago in Horror
Losing Myself in the Dark: How I Found My Way Back
A soul lost in the dark—when you hear this, it feels like someone is stuck in a deep darkness, pathless, hopeless. But the funny thing is, in this darkness, we often lose the people closest to us. That happened to me once.
By Md Motiur Rahman2 years ago in Horror
The Passenger. AI-Generated.
Daniel hated driving at night, but the storm had left him no choice. The rain hammered against his windshield, the wipers struggling against the relentless downpour. The empty highway stretched ahead, shrouded in darkness, the occasional pair of headlights flashing past, momentary ghosts in the storm.
By Alex Ariya2 years ago in Horror
Whispers of the Cursed Palace
I never imagined that one day I would stand in front of the cursed palace. Since childhood, I had heard stories about this place—people said that once you enter, you never return. Was it just a rumor, or was there truly a curse hidden within? My curiosity had lingered for years.
By Md Motiur Rahman2 years ago in Horror
The House That Remembers - Part 1
The house had stood for over a century, watching the world shift and evolve around it. Deep in the countryside, nestled between twisted oak trees and whispering willows, it witnessed a multitude of stories—of love, loss, joy, and sorrow. Some claimed the house had a memory, a spirit stamped upon its foundations. Others claimed it only held the echoes of the past, reliving them for those courageous enough to listen.
By Alak Haques2 years ago in Horror
The Ghosts of Fengman Dam: A Village Trapped Between History and Horror
The Ghostly Legacy of Dead Fengman Village, China Dead Fengman Village, situated on the banks of the Songhua River in Jilin Province, is shrouded in somber history and ghostly legend, and so is China's most haunted site. Its history is tied to the construction of the Fengman Dam, a venture that was plagued by difficulty and disaster under Japanese occupation, which left a legacy of haunted specters and unexplained phenomena.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
The Silent Echo of Uncle Rambanda
Andonawa A true story As soon as I got home from work, I heard that Uncle Rambanda had fallen from a tree while he was mowing the lawn in the evening. Somehow, no one had seen him for hours. Since Uncle was late, my aunt had gone to look for him. Then she saw Uncle Rambanda lying at the base of the Kitul tree. When she looked closer, her head had split in two. He had hit his head on the rock at the base of the tree.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Horror
