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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 Shadow in the Mirror
It had been a week since Laura moved into the old Victorian house on the outskirts of town. It was the perfect place for a fresh start, or so she thought. The town was quiet, almost too quiet, and the house was larger than she needed, but it had a certain charm, with its high ceilings, grand staircase, and massive windows that let in streams of sunlight. But there was one thing she couldn’t shake—an unnerving feeling that she wasn’t alone.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
The Forgotten Corridor
Jared was no stranger to odd jobs, but his new role as night security at The Northwood University felt strangely ominous from the start. The university had a history—a long and dark one. It had been built over a century ago, and whispers among the staff hinted at certain wings and floors that were no longer in use, forgotten and locked away.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
Echoes in the Mist
The lighthouse stood alone on the rocky cliff, its beam slicing through the thick, ever-present fog that clung to the shore like a shroud. Known as Fiddler’s Keep, the lighthouse had a tragic history of lives lost to the sea, but even more disturbing were the tales whispered by locals of lights flickering in the fog and voices calling out from the cliffs.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
The Howling Silence
It was midnight when Reema’s car sputtered to a stop on the isolated mountain road. Desperate, she checked her phone, but there was no signal. There was only the faint silhouette of a village nearby, just visible under the pale glow of the moon. With no other option, she grabbed her flashlight and headed toward it, hoping to find someone who could help.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
The Unseen Room
When Claire inherited her grandmother's house, she expected memories, maybe a few forgotten trinkets—but not a secret. The house was large and dated, every corner filled with relics of the past, its walls marked by years of family history. But one door, set in the farthest corner of the basement, was locked tight and would not budge.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
The Silent Cellar
Mia and her friends had rented a secluded cabin deep in the woods for a weekend getaway. The place was rustic and eerie, its floors creaking with every step. It had been abandoned for years, yet everything inside seemed frozen in time, almost as if it had been waiting for them.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Horror
Pathogen
"Now, can anyone tell me the property for X? Anyone?" Crickets filled Mrs. Snopes' fifth period math class. Someone in the back row coughed nervously while a few other students shifted in their desks. One guy a few seats over from Marnie was actually snoring. The idiots on either side of her were more interested in trying to lob spitwads into the sleeping guy's open mouth instead of the problem on the board. Marnie herself was too busy looking out the window, listening to her favorite podcast through the wireless earbud carefully hidden in the cuff of her oversized black hoodie. There was only one person with their hand in the air - Bridgette - seated in the front row with a huge, smug grin on her face.
By Natalie Gray2 years ago in Horror
The Ghost in Room 314
Emma Hartley was a woman of routine. She was 52 years old, but for her most of life had been spent as the high school librarian of the small town of Bramble Creek. Most of her days she spent amidst books, a quiet comfort that reflected her quiet existence. Five years had passed since her husband's death. Emma's life had followed a predictable rhythm: work, home, the occasional cup of tea with a neighbour and weekend outings in the park nearby where she'd sit under an oak with a novel.
By Usman Zafar2 years ago in Horror
The Midnight Visitor: A Horror Story
On a dark, moonless night, Anika was driving along a deserted country road. Earlier, her car had broken down, and after hours of waiting, she finally got it fixed, only to find herself facing a risky journey through unknown terrain. The weak headlights only lit up the narrow, winding road ahead, surrounded by tall, dark trees. A chill filled the air, and every part of her felt she should have waited until morning. Still, she needed to get home.
By Md Mostafizur Rahman2 years ago in Horror
My Inner Chaos
The air hung thick and heavy, laden with the scent of damp earth and something else, something acrid and metallic. The old Victorian house groaned under the weight of its secrets, its once grand facade crumbling like a forgotten memory. Inside, Amelia paced, her fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on the mahogany railing of the grand staircase. She could almost feel the house itself breathing, its ancient timbers creaking in a mournful symphony.
By Quoialynn Anderson2 years ago in Horror
The Black Mist
Thick mist crawled out of the Hagener Forest, a harbinger of doom that hung over the village of Woldenhorn. The leaves rustled in the icy autumn wind of 1623, whispering like the voices of lost souls. The men dragged a frail woman, wrapped in rags, across the muddy ground, which gurgled under their heavy boots.
By Christian Bass2 years ago in Horror
