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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.

Mysterious Fisherman (A Tale of Mystery and Myth)
The story goes I was newly married, and a year had passed since my wedding. As per our traditions, my wife moved to her parents’ house shortly before her due date to receive care and assistance during her pregnancy. Our village was surrounded by sprawling farmlands, and my wife, like me, was no stranger to this environment. Her parents’ house was nestled among their fields, about three kilometers from my own home. One day, I decided to visit her to check on her and offer my help if needed. I dressed in my best clothes, wore polished shoes, and applied my finest cologne before setting off. The path to her parents’ house cut through fields and alongside irrigation canals. It was the season of the “winter dam,” when the water levels drop, making it easier to catch fish. Along the way, I passed a large ancient stone etched with strange inscriptions. The stone, as I’d heard from elders, was a remnant of a long-gone pharaonic temple. Stories circulated about a spirit said to inhabit the stone—a spirit that appeared and vanished without causing harm. As I continued walking, I reached a canal and spotted a man fishing. His face was turned downward toward the water, and I couldn’t make out his features. I didn’t think much of it and went on my way to my in-laws’ house. After spending some time with my wife and her family, I started my journey back home, retracing the same path. When I reached the same canal, I was surprised to see the same man still fishing in the exact spot. This time, he called out to me, saying: “These fish are like spirits! I can’t catch them alone. Would you help me?” I replied, baffled: “Are you out of your mind? Do you expect me, dressed as I am, to jump into the canal and fish with you?” I left him and continued walking toward the ancient stone. As I approached the stone, the very same man appeared beside it. He looked at me and called me by name. Then he said: “Look over there!” I turned my gaze, and to my shock, I saw the fisherman I had left at the canal. He was stretching taller and taller until his height surpassed the palm trees, pointing at me with an outstretched hand. Frozen in fear, I turned back to the man by the stone, only to find he had vanished. All that remained was a piece of cloth from his clothing lying on the stone. Terrified, I ran home and recounted what had happened to my family. My father, familiar with the tales of the stone, warned me: “If you had joined him in fishing, he would have stripped you of your clothes and disappeared. Spirits often take such forms to trick the unwary.” Some time later, I returned to the spot to look for the stone, but it was gone. I was told that during my absence, a stranger had appeared at the site. He stood by the stone, muttering incomprehensible chants. Witnesses thought he was uncovering a treasure. Instead, he mounted the stone as if it were a horse and soared into the sky. To this day, people still talk about the ancient stone, but its mystery remains unsolved.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Horror
Ghosts Aren’t Supposed to Drive Cars
The night was colder than I expected, the kind of chill that sneaks past your jacket and settles deep into your bones. My Uber app said the driver was three minutes away. Three minutes felt like an eternity as I stood there, shivering under a flickering streetlight, my phone clutched tight in my hand. When the car pulled up sooner than expected, I felt a rush of relief. No one wants to linger on an empty street longer than necessary.
By Ojo2 years ago in Horror
Fated Target
For two days, I have followed my destiny without discovering much more than the name she goes by in this incarnation, Melody Duskin, and that she’s staying at Marsha Cunningham’s Tudor-style house on Milton Avenue. I do not know how long she will be here. Nor am I aware of why she is here. All I am sure of is that the Fates have delivered me another chance to prove myself in this reincarnation.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Horror
my sister's city. Top Story - January 2025.
I don’t tell anybody where I’m from. If they ask, I say I’m from ‘here’, or just outside a major city, or Canada. Nobody asks for details when you say you’re from Canada. I lie because there’s nothing in my hometown but weeds, and the cemetery, and my sister, who paints things that aren’t real and faints a lot. If you saw her paintings, you’d recognize them. She’s famous, my sister. Famous and crazy and fainting.
By Jules L2 years ago in Horror
HAUNTED DREAMS. Content Warning.
I remember this dream I had, this dream that haunted me. I was lost in a land unknown to me, with a vast land too far to see. But I was not alone, I was with them. They tried their hardest to protect me from what I couldn't see, the fear ran through my face in the form of a sweat. What I feared I didn't know but the aura explained to me where I shouldn't go. After walking for hours we saw a door, in the middle of nowhere, that's when Andrew jumped. He opened the door and led us in, the house looked safe or so we thought. I woke up in a coffin filled with red water, how I went to sleep I couldn't remember the next thing I saw stayed in my memory longer. Andrew laid lifeless next to me in his very own coffin, eye sockets empty and filled with berries. I tried to scream but my voice hid saying “ I fear I'll die too if you say a word“ . Fin was nowhere to be found, so hope lifted me that I might not be alone. The house seemed familiar, I've been here before, I walked into the kitchen hoping for something more but I was met with a woman crouched in a corner begging for what? “Hello“ my voice left the cave. The moment she turned I knew certain things had changed because in her mouth was Fin's hand which possessed the ring he treasured with his life. I took a step back which prompted a smile , she couldn't stand but she could jump and that was the last thing I saw before I woke. The bed was soaked in sweat and my body was cold , so I got up to wash my face because the night was young. Looking in the mirror my neck was scarred with scratches and bruises. That wasn't the last night she visited with her candies and gifts .
By Amechi Margaret Chimdifu 2 years ago in Horror
Creepy Kids in Cinema
When are you going to have a baby? Women hear this question more often, but it’s also a question posed to newly married men. Just don’t forget that the family member, friend, or co-worker with that question on their lips won’t have to raise your bundle of joy. Before you commit to parenthood, take a look at the potential for disaster. These horror films demonstrate why the reality of parenthood doesn’t always match the expectations of first-time parents.
By E.J. V'Kanty2 years ago in Horror
Shadows of Black Hollow
Prologue: The Call to Black Hollow The summer air had been thick with humidity the last time Alex Harper saw Lena Porter. They’d spent that day the way they always did: daring each other to push boundaries. Lena’s wild laughter had echoed in the abandoned warehouse they were exploring, a sound so vibrant that it felt immortal. But it wasn’t. Lena left town a week later, chasing an adventure to a tiny, isolated village she’d heard about in some obscure forum. Black Hollow. A place she described as “too quiet to be real.” Letters came sporadically at first—full of stories about quaint streets and suffocating politeness. Then they grew cryptic, almost paranoid. > “There’s something strange about this place, Alex. The people here... they’re watching me. They smile too much. I wish you were here.” Then they stopped entirely. Months later, the news came. Lena was gone, lost to a drowning accident near the woods surrounding Black Hollow. But the official reports didn’t add up. Her body was never found, and the search ended abruptly. Alex wanted to go, to demand answers, but life—bills, jobs, and their own gnawing self-doubt—kept them rooted. For ten years, Lena’s disappearance festered like an open wound, and the guilt never eased. Then Alex found the post. --- > “The Disappearance of Lena Porter—Ten Years Later, Still Unsolved.” Written by Lena’s brother, Daniel, it was raw and furious: > “No one cared about my sister. The police, the press—they all let her slip away. But I know she was taken. And I know the people of Black Hollow are hiding something.” A faded “Missing” poster accompanied the post. Lena’s face stared back at Alex, frozen in time, but it was the shadow behind her that made Alex’s breath hitch. Barely visible in the background was a figure, its outline wrong—blurred at the edges, its limbs too long, as though it were caught halfway between a nightmare and reality. That image lingered in Alex’s mind as they packed a bag and set out for Black Hollow.
By K-jay2 years ago in Horror
Top 15 Upcoming Horror Movies of 2025: Must-Watch Scares Await!
It is but a matter of time before 2025 creeps up, and horror buffs can look forward to a spine-chilling lineup of terrifying films designed to scare their dreams away. From sequels and cult classics to some brand-new original horrors, the list is teeming with scares. Here's a closer look at the top 15 upcoming horror movies you absolutely cannot miss in 2025.
By soman Goswami2 years ago in Horror
The Whispers in the Woods. Content Warning.
On the outskirts of a small town nestled between rugged mountains, there lay an ominous forest known to locals as the Whispering Woods. Every child grew up hearing tales warning against venturing too deep into its treacherous depths. Superstitions ran rampant, claiming that the souls of those lost within were cursed to wander forever, whispering secrets and warnings to any who dared to listen.
By Hania2 years ago in Horror
The Good Nun. Content Warning.
Today was day one at my new school. My family had packed everything we owned in our wagon and just headed west. I didn’t like the idea. They didn’t care.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Horror
Fated Watcher
Sitting in a corner booth at Thomasville’s only diner, eating my usual evening dinner of liver and onions while drinking a steaming cup of black coffee, I listen to the conversations around me, trying to catch word about my fated muse, who claimed to be Teri Meekman in this reincarnation. Not far from me, having his customary nightly pecan pie is Police Chief Walters. District Attorney Ricker entered the diner and headed toward Walters’ table, signaling to Susan he wanted a sweet tea. My fortune is ever golden, as my Aunt Meredith always told me, and here is further proof of it. Soon, I will be able to hear more inside details than anyone in town will know, other than law enforcement. Inside, I quiver from the excitement and continue eating as if nothing is happening.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Horror
A Violent Year
Opening Song: Anthem Of The Angels By Breaking Benjamin. 1997 Episode I: Sledgehammer: Anthem Of The Angels In the vibrant heart of San Francisco, 1997 was a year of change, innovation, and hidden battles that raged beyond the perception of ordinary citizens. Amongst the bustling streets and iconic landscapes, two extraordinary figures stood as guardians of the city: Dr. Cameron Ford and his wife, Dr. Rachel Ford, known to the world as The Sledgehammer and Ms. Sledgehammer. With powers rivaling the might of Superman and the regenerative abilities of Wolverine, they were a formidable duo. But Rachel brought something unique to the table—her telepathic prowess and the terrifying ability to make heads explode with a mere thought.
By Victor Robinson II2 years ago in Horror