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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.
Horror Stories of Ghosts
In the dense woods of a forgotten town lay a haunted manor that locals feared even to look at after dusk. Known as the Grimsby House, the manor was said to be cursed by the spirit of a young bride, Eleanor, who had met a tragic fate on her wedding night over a hundred years ago. The story told that Eleanor had been left at the altar by her beloved, who disappeared without a trace. Heartbroken and humiliated, she wandered the darkened halls of the manor that night, in her wedding dress, until morning, when she was found dead in the attic. Some say she took her own life, while others claim she died of heartbreak, but from that day on, her restless spirit was bound to the house, yearning for answers.
By Mangol Sarker2 years ago in Horror
The Forgotten Depths of Quay’s End
"The Smell of the Sea" A salty fragrance carried on the breeze whipped past the mist that becalmed the world in damp silence. The town by the shore called Quay's End was deserted these days: wind-swept houses stood along the edge of the cliff, leaning over as if they too wanted to fall into the deep, dark water that lay below.
By DEVASENAN SUBRAMANI2 years ago in Horror
Specimen. Top Story - October 2024.
"We have to find a way out of here, NOW!" "Shh, keep your voice down. We don't know what we're dealing with." Grogginess clouds my confused mind as I urge Jeanie to stay calm and huddled together, cautiously moving forward. Neither of us know how we ended up in the bowels of a subterranean cave. Somehow, I know we are underwater. Maybe it's the echoing drips casting an eerie sound pattern throughout the long, porous and dimly lit tunnels. Or maybe it's the horrible scent of dead, decaying fish accosting my nose with each breath, coating the back of my throat in a salty slime. It's disgusting! I swear we are underwater, though. Similar to the vague memory I have involving Jeanie and I being abducted by an unseen assailant... or assailants. I don’t know.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Horror
When the Shadows Call My Name
The night was darker than usual, the kind of darkness that made it hard to breathe, let alone sleep. Sasha lay wide-eyed under her blanket, heart racing as she listened to the strange whispers crawling out from the corner of her room. The sounds had started weeks ago, soft at first, just gentle murmurs in the dead of night. She’d brushed it off as her imagination—a trick of her mind in the eerie silence. But tonight, they were louder, unmistakable. They called her name.
By Sohan Chandan2 years ago in Horror
The Forgotten Call
It was midnight when Sarah's phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but curiosity got the best of her. "Hello?" she whispered. Static crackled, then a voice, faint and trembling, said, "Help me... I'm lost." She asked who it was, but the voice faded. Thinking it was a prank, she hung up. Minutes later, the call came again—this time, louder, desperate. "Please, help! I can see your house. I’m right outside." Panicked, Sarah looked out the window, seeing nothing but shadows. She locked her doors, heart pounding. Her phone rang again. This time, it was her own number on the screen. A voice identical to hers whispered, "You should have let me in."
By Gideon Kipruto2 years ago in Horror
The Photograph
Liam found an old camera in the attic, dusty and forgotten. Curious, he snapped a few photos around the house. When he checked the images, he noticed a shadowy figure standing behind him in each shot—a figure he hadn't seen before. At first, he brushed it off, but in each new picture he took, the figure drew closer, its face slowly becoming visible, a twisted smile forming. Terrified, he tried to destroy the camera, but it wouldn’t break. The next day, he found a single new photo waiting on his phone: himself, asleep, with the figure looming over his bed.
By Gideon Kipruto2 years ago in Horror
The Vanishing Footsteps
Josh moved into a cozy, old cottage at the edge of town. Every night, he heard footsteps pacing in the attic. At first, he thought it was an animal, but the steady, rhythmic steps told him otherwise. Curiosity took over, and one night, he climbed the stairs to investigate. The footsteps stopped as he reached the attic door. When he opened it, the room was empty. But as he turned to leave, he heard the footsteps again—this time, coming down the stairs toward him. He ran, but every night, the steps resumed, drawing closer to his room.
By Gideon Kipruto2 years ago in Horror
The Whispering Doll
Lucy loved her antique doll, a family heirloom passed down through generations. But as she grew older, the doll began to unnerve her. One night, she swore she heard it whispering her name. She brushed it off as her imagination, but each night the whispers grew louder, more insistent. Finally, she locked it away in the attic. But the next morning, the doll was back on her dresser, its glass eyes fixed on her. A small note lay beside it, in shaky handwriting: "I’ll never leave you."
By Gideon Kipruto2 years ago in Horror
The Face in the Mirror
Emma had always felt strange in her new apartment. One night, she noticed her reflection behaving oddly—it seemed to move just a fraction of a second out of sync. At first, she thought it was her eyes playing tricks, but then she saw her reflection smile when she wasn’t smiling. Frightened, she backed away, but her reflection didn’t. It leaned forward, pressing its hands against the glass, its smile widening. Emma watched in horror as her reflection mouthed, "Let me out."
By Sadam salamon2 years ago in Horror
