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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 Forgotten Manuscript
In the heart of the bustling city of Blackwood, there stood an ancient bookshop that few people ever entered. It was called "Eldridge Books," run by an old man named Samuel. He had owned the shop for decades, and yet, the shelves remained dusty, the books untouched. Most people walked past without giving it a second glance. But for Ethan Carter, an investigative journalist with an unyielding curiosity, the shop was a treasure trove waiting to be explored.
By Tahir Iqbal2 years ago in Horror
The Whispering Shadow
In the darkness of the night, when the entire city was wrapped in sleep, a lone man walked down a deserted alley. His footsteps echoed in the silence. He was no ordinary man but someone who found it hard to differentiate between reality and illusion.
By Tahir Iqbal2 years ago in Horror
The Last Message. AI-Generated.
Title: The Last Message The message arrived at exactly 3:07 AM. A single notification blinked on Emily Carter’s phone, piercing the darkness of her tiny apartment. Her breath hitched as she squinted at the glowing screen. It was a text—from a number she hadn’t seen in over a year. A number that should have been disconnected.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran2 years ago in Horror
Murder Games
Once there was a game host, not like the ones on TV, no this guy was an absolute sadist. He loved to see people compete against each other, not fighting for money but fighting for their lives! The only other prize on earth more valuable than a million dollars, is to survive with your life still intact. There have been many science fiction shows, movies and books that depict dark futures where people battle each other on live TV for the entertainment of those sitting at home. Johnny Swift (this was his stage name, the killer's true name is still unknown) was obsessed with this premise. So much in fact he dared to bring this fantasy to life. He called it, Murder Games. He would abduct several different victims from all over the country of Australia, keeping them locked up in cold damp places like prisoners. For the longest time his victims thought they were simply kidnapped prisoners like in all those thriller movies about creepy abductors. However he didn't touch them, not even once. They were all confused, he had held hostage almost a hundred different people and none of them knew each other even existed. Until Johnny Swift was finally ready to start his murder games. He drove them all out to an underground construction site that was left abandoned and forgotten for decades. It would be here that the mad man would begin this insane stunt. He set up hidden cameras all over the site, before unleashing his prisoners from their cages. They were confused, scared yet relieved to be free of their confinement. They all finally saw each other, in a line next to some strange machine that had large holes in it, reaching in deep like long tunnels. "What is this?" A middle aged Korean man wearing a blue jumpsuit with the yellow numbers 65 said to a young blonde woman wearing a pink jumpsuit, the yellow number printed on hers was 16. "I have no idea!" She cried, looking around the area, all men wore blue jumpsuits while the women were in pink, there had to be almost a hundred of them all lined up for the games to begin. "Welcome players!" The voice of Johnny Swift yelled through the speakers within the underground construction site. "Who?!" Player 16 exclaimed, staring up at the tall ceiling. "I'm your host for tonight, the one and only Johnny Swift!" He sang. "I've never heard of ya!" An Australian bloke wearing the yellow number 69 roared, shaking his fist, "what is this bollocks, mate?" "A game..." Johnny's voice suddenly sighed. "What game?!" An old woman asked, her number was 58. "Excellent question my friend!" Johnny's voice brightened up again, "the game of survival!" He laughed, as the machine in front of them all sprung to life. The round tunnels spun like those at a fun house. Demented circus music played and Johnny's voice sang; "get in, let the games begin!" "Fuck you!" Player 69 spat, instead turning the opposite way, trying to escape. "Player 69, you're out!" Johnny exclaimed, then a gunshot was heard, deafeningly! Everyone screamed, as Player 69 was suddenly dead with a bullet through his head. "Only those who win get to live!" Johnny teased, his joyful mannerisms were a stark contrast compared to the horror that was unfolding. Unfortunately many other players began to panic and run away, then more gunshots were fired, as if from an automatic turret. "Stop running!" Player 65 cried loudly, so that everyone could hear, "the only way we're getting out of here alive, is by playing this damn game!" "That's right, 65!" Johnny's voice was cheerful, "good man, good man!" "Fine, I'll play your stupid game!" 65 screamed, being the first to enter one of the spinning tunnels ahead of him. "Player 65 has a head start!" Johnny cheered, "this is a race for survival, which one of you is gonna make it?!" "I want to live!" Player 16 raced into the same tunnel as 65, holding his hand for support, he took it gladly. "No cheating!" Johnny warned, as a nearby wall opened to reveal a machine gun turret that quickly fired at player 16, killing her instantly! "No!" 65 cried, witnessing her death was terrible, "you're a sick bastard!" "Wow! 13 players died already, only 77 left alive, we got a few more games yet, so try and stay alive!" Johnny laughed again, sounding like an excited child. Player 65 pressed forwards, eventually sharp blades like those from a chainsaw began to roar and spin madly in front of him, there were only small gaps big enough for him to squeeze through within 20 seconds. "Fucking hell!" 65 winced, this was almost impossible to pass, he stared at it intently for a little too long, then tunnel behind him shut with a big, loud slam! The blades then slowly inches closer and closer towards him. "Better act quick ladies and gentlemen, or you're all mince meat!" Johnny announced. "Get me out of here!" A male voice next door to 65 cried. "You're not a celebrity, Player 7!" Johnny howled hysterically. "My name is Richard Palmer!" The man cried. Player 65 was moments away from speaking words of advice, but then Richard screamed as the sound of chainsaws slaughtered the poor man alive, even the blood splatter could be heard through the metallic tunnel walls. Player 65 hopped through the small gap between the blades, cutting his hand in the process, but from the sounds of ear grating screams; he was one of the lucky few to escape that trap. "Yikes!" Johnny laughed wildly, "maybe I made that one too hard, only 21 of you survived. I might just have to cut this game short!" "Fuck you!" 65 cried, as he came to the end of the tunnel, which opened out into a tiny arena surrounded by red metal scaffolding. At the end of each exit was a collection of different melee weapons such as knives, baseball bats and medieval looking spears. "Now that the survival games are over, it is time to begin..." Johnny held his breath for anticipation, "...THE MURDER GAMES! This is survival of the fittest, lady and gentlemen!" Johnny mocked the fact only one woman had survived the blade trap. "No!" Player 14 cried, he was a male who only looked about 18 years old, "I won't kill anyone!" "Too bad!" Johnny's voice whined, then the sounds of a button pressing were heard through the loud speakers, another turret fired and killed Player 14, now only 20 players were left alive. "Fight!" Johnny demanded and the remaining players picked up their weapons and fought, the girl managed to kill three men, but was slain by Player 47, who was a blank faced bald man with a strange tattoo of a barcode on the back of his head. Player 65 kept his distance from the cold blooded killer, knowing this would be a tough opponent as he strangled and stabbed players with relative ease, the remaining six contenders actually ran from him as 47 left behind piles and piles of bloody bodies in his wake. "Well done 47, it's a wonder I was able to abduct you at all!" Johnny cheered him on. "You're next!" 47 laughed, as if finding the whole thing funny. Johnny's voice giggled in reply, it was creepy! Three players teamed up to take on 47, all charging for him at the same time. "What did I say about cheating!" Johnny roared, as the same turret that killed player 14 sprung to life and fired at the three team mates, killing them brutally. Soon enough there was only Player 65 and 47 left, fortunately 65 knew martial arts and proved to be a good contender against 47. "You are determined." The bald killer chuckled, blocking and countering most of 65's attacks, however 65 got a good uppercut on 47, then sliced his throat as he fell backwards, 47 rolled over onto the ground clutching his wound, squirming and crying until the bald man bled out and died. Player 65 looked around the bloody arena, it was a complete horror show of brutal death. "Congratulations Player 65, you're the winner! You get to keep your life!" Johnny cheered, revealing himself on top of the scaffolding, overlooking the horrifying mess that he had created for his own amusement. Johnny Swift was wearing mirror reflective sunglasses, his hair was blonde and gelled back like a 1960s popstar, he had a golden tan and a white leisure suit straight out of the 1970s. "I'm going to fucking kill you!" Player 65 roared, running over to the scaffolding and climbing up. "Well... Good luck getting out here alive without my help!" Johnny groaned, disappointed in his sole survivor. Then he turned and shut the metal door behind him, 65 raced towards it and tried to open the door, but no matter how hard he pulled or pushed, it just wouldn't budge. Player 65 was trapped with the men Johnny Swift had made him kill. "I'm going to get out here, I swear! And when I do, Johnny Swift, I'm going to kill you." 65 said under his breath. "Good luck..." Johnny's voice replied through the speakers.
By Joseph Roy Wright2 years ago in Horror
The killer Santa claus . Content Warning.
"Hhhh!" Emily's breath came in short, ragged gasps as she sprinted up the narrow staircase, sweat trickling down her temple. Behind her, the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed, each one louder and closer than the last.
By Axelle Guepi2 years ago in Horror
Mr Teeth
This serial killer was a dentist. Yikes! You have a tooth ache, so you go and get that fixed, only to wake up without any at all. What a nightmare that would be, eh? Well, that's exactly what became of Mr Teeth's victims. He did kill them afterwards, but only after sitting them in front of a barber's mirror so the poor soul could see what Mr Teeth had done to them first. What a cruel and evil fate. What sick son of a bitch could've even thought about committing such despicable acts of murder? Well dear reader, read on and you shall soon find out! The origins of Mr Teeth go back to 1989, when his first murder was discovered. Some poor boy on a bicycle was racing around the abandoned warehouse district near Detroit. He was just having fun, trying out his brand new bike, jumping ramps and practicing wheelies. A fun day out for an innocent eleven year old kid. This young boy was about to face true, unimaginable horror! He heard screaming in one of the nearby warehouses, he thought it was a ghost because nobody else was supposed to be knocking around there. The foolish boy got curious and dared to sneak into the screaming building, he wanted to see something supernatural, only what he did witness was something that would end up haunting his own mind forever and ever. Upon sneaking into the darkness, he crept around the corner to see not too far from where he stood, the large tall figure of Mr Teeth. He was leaning over a poor young woman who was screaming in terror, as the evil dentist began yanking her individual teeth out, one by one with pliers and other horrifying medical equipment. The boy watching involuntarily whimpered and Mr Teeth laughed, looking up at him. The dentist was hideous, he had a waxed mustache and big beady eyes, he wore a classic white doctor's coat which was stained red with his victim's blood. "Have we got a visitor?" Mr Teeth grinned, making eye contact with the boy, his voice was posh and English, "let's get those baby teeth out!" "No!" The boy screamed, spinning and fleeing out of the warehouse. Mr Teeth followed the kid outside, but fortunately the boy got on his new bike and cycled away far faster than he ever thought possible, escaping death's grip by the hands of that evil, monstrous dentist. Mr Teeth has been spotted all over the United States of America, yet to this day nobody has ever come close to catching him. One can only guess why he removes his victims' teeth, maybe this dentist collects them for himself, or uses them to make false teeth that he sells anomalously to hide his identity. Police have been suspicious of multiple dentists around the country that match the serial Killer's description. The last time he was ever heard from, was when a young man went jogging on Miami beach one fine spring morning, a surviving victim was crawling along the sand, leaving a long blood trail across the yellow surface from his bleeding mouth. The jogger almost screamed upon seeing this poor young woman, naked, bruised and wet as if crawling out of the sea, which was where her body was supposed to be dumped. Miraculously this lady survived to tell her story. She met Mr Teeth in a cosy bar by the Miami beach, he overheard her talking about how her teeth were killing her after an unfortunate work accident that left her jaw bruised and swollen. Her name was Faye and she had fallen over while carrying too much on her tray (she was a waitress at a diner) and the sudden drop of hot coffee and plated food made her slip and fall onto the sharp corner of a nearby counter. "Oh you poor deer!" Mr Teeth said to her, "I'm a dentist, I can help you with that pain." "I'm not made of money." Faye sighed, "I don't think I could afford it." "No, for you my dear, I shall treat you for free!" "For free?!" She blushed, liking the posh Englishman's accent and old witted charm. "Of course!" Mr Teeth grinned, "here is my business card, my address is on the back. Come visit me anytime." "Ok, I'll do that, thank you!" She giggled. Two days later she knocked on his house door, he invited her in and she felt fully comfortable, not at all unnerved or frightened by the dentist's company. So when he offered her a cup of English tea, she accepted it gladly, eager to try his native drink. She drank it and found the taste strange, English style tea wasn't for her. Then she felt sleepy and collapsed in an instant. When she woke up, Faye was restrained onto a surgical table. She looked around in a panic, finding herself in what appeared to be a dark and claustrophobic basement. "Let me go!" She begged. "Not before I fix those darn teeth of yours!" Mr Teeth laughed, pulling out a scalpel and forcing her mouth open! Faye couldn't find the strength to keep her lips shut over the raw power of Mr Teeth's hands, forcing her gob open so he could operate on her teeth. The sheer pain of the metal scalpel cutting away thick flesh to dig out her beautiful pearly whites was absolute agony! He yanked and pulled them all out, taking hours to finish the job. All Faye could taste was liquid iron as her mouth became nothing but a bloody mess of ripped gore. Then Mr Teeth said; "smile!" While showing her a nearby mirror and despite her unbearable pain she screamed louder than she ever had or ever will again. Then he punched her in the forehead, knocking her out cold. She awoke in the ocean and swam to shore where the Miami jogger found her washed up and completely toothless. That was back in 2001 and Mr Teeth hasn't committed another murder since. Maybe the old English man died or he gave up his murder spree to become a regular dentist. He might've moved back to his home country when police came too close to discovering his true identity which to this day remains a complete mystery.
By Joseph Roy Wright2 years ago in Horror
The Letter Arrived Without A Return Address. Content Warning.
A Shocking Discovery It was a rainy afternoon when Emily pulled out an envelope with her name that stood out from the rest of the bills, advertisements, and letters she usually received. There was no return address, and the envelope was particularly devoid of any kind of form of ornamentation. This was definitely not the usual, this piqued her interest as to who the sender was and why there was no return address.
By Ratnadeep Mandrekar2 years ago in Horror
The Spirits of Sendagaya Tunnel: A Tokyo Horror Story
The Sendagaya Tunnel, a frequent underpass in Tokyo's Shibuya neighborhood, is close to the National Stadium. Despite its modern surroundings, this tunnel has long been infamous for its paranormal activities. Unlike many haunted locations with ancient origins, Sendagaya Tunnel’s eerie reputation stems from its construction and the history of the land it was built on.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
The 5 Most Terrifying Unsolved Mysteries in History. AI-Generated.
Over time, there have been events so strange that, despite investigations, they still lack a clear explanation. Some have tried to solve these enigmas with scientific theories, while others believe there is something beyond our understanding. In this article, we will explore five of the most chilling mysteries that still baffle the world.
By Nesfer Lin2 years ago in Horror
The AI Ghostwriter: A Paranormal Experiment Gone Wrong - Part 2
Neel’s body was frozen in terror. The twisted face in his laptop screen wasn’t his own reflection—it was something else. Something watching him. His breath came in short gasps as another message appeared on the screen: "You saw me. Now I see you." The knocking on his bedroom door grew louder. Bang. Bang. Bang. Neel’s mind raced. His apartment was on the fifth floor, and the main entrance was locked. No one else had the key. So who—or what—was knocking? He reached for his phone, but as soon as he unlocked the screen, a new notification popped up: “Incoming call: Unknown Number.” A chill ran down his spine. His hands trembled as he hesitated, but something inside him forced him to press the answer button. Silence. Then a whisper: “Don’t open the door.” Neel’s throat went dry. His instincts screamed at him to run, but before he could move, the knocking suddenly stopped. A heavy, suffocating silence filled the room. The air felt thick, charged with an unseen presence. Slowly, he turned back to his laptop. The screen had gone black, but faint words began to appear, one by one, as if they were being scratched onto the display from the inside: "I am not in the screen anymore." Neel’s heart pounded against his ribs. His eyes darted around the dimly lit room. He reached out with a trembling hand and slammed his laptop shut. Then— The lights flickered. A deep, guttural whisper echoed from the darkness behind him. "You invited me, Neel. And I never leave unfinished stories." A sharp gust of icy wind blew through the room, though the windows were shut. The hairs on Neel’s arms stood on end. The whispering grew louder, filling the space around him with distorted, incomprehensible words. His laptop suddenly burst open on its own, the screen glowing unnaturally bright. A new line of text appeared: “Run.” Without thinking, Neel bolted from his chair and dashed toward the door. His hands fumbled with the lock, but it wouldn’t budge. The room behind him grew darker, an unnatural shadow stretching across the floor toward him. His breath came in ragged gasps as he turned back to the laptop one last time. The screen showed a live video feed— Of himself. The footage was from behind him. But there was no camera in his room. And then, something moved in the reflection. Neel’s eyes widened in horror as he realized—the thing he saw in the laptop screen wasn’t behind him anymore. It was right next to him. The shadow loomed over him, its presence pressing down like an unbearable weight. A single, cold breath grazed the back of his neck. Then, in a voice that wasn’t entirely human, it whispered: "Now it’s your turn to write." Neel’s fingers twitched involuntarily, moving toward the keyboard as if controlled by an unseen force. The screen flickered, and the words began appearing by themselves: “A writer sat alone in his room, thinking he was safe. But the story had already begun. And it demanded an ending.” His hands trembled as they typed. He wasn’t in control anymore. The knocking on the door started again. But this time, it wasn’t coming from inside the apartment. It was coming from the inside of his laptop. To Be Continued…
By Abhishek Singh Rajput2 years ago in Horror
