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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.

Christmas in the Attic
The Barlow family—Henry, Margaret, and their twelve-year-old daughter, Emily—had just moved into an old Victorian house on the outskirts of town. The home was charming but needed work, and as Christmas approached, they decided to decorate the house to bring it to life.
By Modhilraj2 years ago in Horror
Christmas Dollhouse of Doom
Snowflakes drifted lazily from a slate-gray sky, blanketing the sleepy town of Glenwood in a shimmering coat of white. It was Christmas morning, and the Williams family gathered around their tree, bathed in the warm glow of twinkling lights. Seven-year-old Clara squealed in delight as she unwrapped a large, intricately wrapped package. Inside was a vintage dollhouse, its Victorian façade adorned with delicate carvings and miniature wreaths.
By Modhilraj2 years ago in Horror
Christmas Eve Massacre
The wind howled through the dense pines, whipping snow into blinding flurries. Along the winding country road, a group of travelers sought refuge from the worsening storm. They had been strangers mere hours ago, each with their own destination, but the merciless blizzard had forced them together.
By Modhilraj2 years ago in Horror
Unearthing the Terrifying Truth: The History Behind Elma Horror’s Creepy Story
I gazed out the window as a blistering bolt blazed through the sky and struck the Silver Birch from its roots. This is no day to go to the woods. They’re not haunted. Dave drivels nonsense, especially when Lee’s around. ‘Elma’ Dave called her. Seriously? He said that she had an orphanage hidden in the woods, where she boiled the orphaned children alive and bathed in their blood. When the townsfolk caught her, they burnt her alive. He said you can still hear her blood-curdled screams at night. Nonsense. I looked to the right and there he was, thumping his feet as he walked, mud splattering up his striped joggers.
By VETTI BOYS2 years ago in Horror
The Darkness Is a Memory . Top Story - December 2024.
It was dark, but not just dark, it was pitch black. And despite the warnings from home, telling me I shouldn't go out because it was too dark, I went out anyway with my dog.
By Riccardo Valle2 years ago in Horror
Christmas Eve, Never Again
The Mitchells—Emma, her husband Jack, and their eight-year-old daughter Lily—had always celebrated Christmas Eve the same way. They’d bake cookies, sip hot cocoa by the fire, and read "The Night Before Christmas" before leaving a plate of cookies and a glass of milk on the mantel for Santa. It was a cherished tradition that filled their cozy New England home with warmth and joy.
By Modhilraj2 years ago in Horror
The Christmas Wraith
It was Christmas Eve, and the town of Maple Hollow sat silent under a heavy blanket of snow. Strings of colorful lights flickered on rooftops, and the faint hum of carols played from distant radios. Yet, inside the sprawling home of Warren Caldwell, the holiday spirit was nonexistent.
By Modhilraj2 years ago in Horror
Wood Smoke: Nature’s Rustic Scent. Top Story - December 2024.
Rugged white pieces tumble to the soil, collect on the wood heaped underneath the cabin’s iced window. Fuel for the as it were remaining source of warm since the control went out.
By Shams Says2 years ago in Horror
The Last Passenger
The platform was eerily silent, the kind of quiet that pressed against the ears like cotton. Jacob checked his phone: 11:42 PM. The train station’s clock hung crooked, its hands frozen at some indeterminate time. The last train to nowhere, he joked to himself, trying to shake the unease settling in his chest.
By Sibgha2 years ago in Horror
Isolated House and The Girl 5 (AI Edition). AI-Generated.
“There’s something on your face,” the neighbor said, her voice sharp enough to cut through my daze. I flinched and turned toward her.
By Shashikala Indra2 years ago in Horror
Whispers from the Deep
It started when the lake thawed. A soft melody, faint but unmistakable, drifted on the breeze as the ice cracked and melted. At first, it was almost beautiful—a wordless hum that seemed to rise from the depths of Blackwater Lake. But beauty can be a lie.
By Maya2 years ago in Horror
The Shadow Weaver
It began with a thread. A single, dark strand of silk strung across my bedroom doorway. I thought nothing of it at first, brushing it aside as I left for work. By the time I returned that evening, the thread had multiplied—dozens of them crisscrossing my hallway like an intricate web.
By Maya2 years ago in Horror