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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.

Journey Through the Door. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don't open the door. I have seen that door since I was a child. It haunts my dreams, but my grandmother warned me of the danger it presented. I never understood what she meant since she never elaborated on the dangers. My thought was she had gone through it at some point and knew firsthand. My feminine intuition told me to forget the door, but my stubbornness drove me to the threshold. I stared at the wooden surface, trying to sense what was beyond. I grabbed the handle and opened the door a crack and peeked through it. Seeing the same clearing I stood in I opened the door further and stepped inside. Everything seemed normal and I wondered why my grandmother warned me of the door. When I turned to go back through the door it was gone. I dismissed its nonexistence and walked home. On my way home I ran into my neighbor who always asked me out, but this time he just politely acknowledged me and went about his way. I found it curious but didn’t think too much about it. Moments later, outside my door, Katrina from next door approached me. I kicked myself for forgetting I was hosting lunch today, but she merely asked for my help as she caressed my arm. I stared at her hand as she touched me and wondered why she was flirting. I let it go as I responded that I needed to freshen up first and she happily returned to her place. I opened my door and the odor that greeted me was off somehow, but I rushed to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and my flowing hair and feminine features were replaced by a stern looking masculine face and screamed.
By Colt Henderson2 years ago in Horror
The Bad Gimlet. Top Story - October 2024.
Brandon hadn’t seen Sara in 7 years. He Hadn’t been home to Nashville in 5. But they had been in touch, and when she found out he was going to be in the area for a press event, she demanded that he drop by.
By Gene Lass2 years ago in Horror
Bubblehead
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. As if we needed to be told. We knew what would happen if we did. No, we’d all agreed. Signed our names on the dotted line. This was our choice.
By Caroline Craven2 years ago in Horror
Three Knocks
There was only one rule: don’t open the door The hour was late, the full moon shone radiant, the air was heavy and the streets soundless amidst the Autumn of the early 19th century. A rusted street sign revealing Relgorn Curve, close by a lamppost dimly shone of the deserted disused flats nearby the neighbourhood along with the road passing by.
By CJ Enterprise2 years ago in Horror
Justified
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Sarah remembered his voice whispering that warning into her ear each time he left her in the dark. The warm feel of his breath on her neck as he reminded her, he was in control. As if she had forgotten.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Horror
Communicable
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The rule itself is an anomaly. We don’t know where it came from, but it appears to repeat in perpetuity, crowding out and saturating the memory banks.
By Sam Spinelli2 years ago in Horror
One Gamble Too Many
There was only one rule: don't open the door. The ultimatum made no sense to me. The chamber's doors had been intentionally propped open.
By MatthewKusza2 years ago in Horror
Sobs & Prayers. Content Warning.
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” Don’t open the door! Don’t open the door! That’s what mama was chanting. I’m in the hall, trembling and shaking. The warmth of me wetting my panties almost comforts me in this cold hallway.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Horror
Losing the Fight
“There was only one rule: don’t open the door. That’s all you had to do, but you just had to find another way. Now look at you. You just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?”
By Michael Bradshaw2 years ago in Horror
Beneath the Surface
There was only one rule: don’t look in the mirror after midnight. Simple, they said. Harmless, even. But we knew better. The house was older than the town itself, standing like a sentinel at the end of a long, narrow road. We’d inherited it from some distant relative, one whose name no one cared to speak of. When we first arrived, the whispers had already begun. People warned us, with eyes that darted nervously, about the mirrors. About the nights when the moon hung low and silvered the windows like frost.
By P B2 years ago in Horror
Taxi Driver
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” Apparently. The was a sign on the wall saying "Do Not Open The Door" which he noticed as he walked up to the counter.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Horror
Growing Pains
There was only one rule: don't open the door. Papa locked each of the dozen steel bolts at dusk, whispering a prayer with every clank. Vasile didn't ask why, he knew the answer: "For protection."
By Holly Pheni2 years ago in Horror