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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 Forbidden Door. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: Don't open the door. Sarah wasn't one for sticking to rules, so she smashed the chain and entered the room anyway. She knew that it was wrong, but this room had been locked for many years, and she couldn't understand why she shouldn't enter it.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Horror
The Door To Hell.. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don't open the door. We were house hunting, and I'd taken a specific liking to this old house. Its old, musty door and crumbling window frames told of past lives. I imagined a family from the 50s living there, having breakfast in the lounge.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Horror
Darkness.. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don't open the door. I had been told this rule so many times by the neighbors who lived in my apartment block, though I thought it was just a myth; rumors always fly around among neighbors who live in old apartments. I gazed at the door wondering whether I should go in there.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Horror
The Touch of the Shadowman
It was the type of night where the shadows outside looked to be reaching in and encircling the entire world. The darkness seemed to go on forever. With the drapes partially closed and only a sliver of moonlight shining through, Maya reclined on her bed.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
Mimicry
It sat alone on the porch, a solitary Jack-o-Lantern. Not unusual on Halloween, but for the fact that the house had been abandoned for as long as Tommy could remember. Finn and Shona pelted up the street, streaking toward old McLeods house, screaming like banshees. Already sticky with sweets and juice, they would stuff themselves with what the old lady had to offer, listening to her rambling tales for as long as the sugar kept flowing.
By S. A. Crawford2 years ago in Horror
Fool's Gold
Fool’s Gold There was only one rule: Don’t open the door. A true rebel, Jessie flouted the warning sign above the door. In practiced kickboxing fashion, she lifted her combat boot-wearing leg, and kicked it like David Beckham’s last goal. The lock gave without protest and the door swung open in a puff of old dust. Jessie marched into the ancient cellar and a small bottle glinted alone on a faded wooden shelf, swirling with a golden liquid. She picked it up and felt a tingle run through her arm. The label announced, “Don’t drink me.”
By Jackie Hurd (JK Charles)2 years ago in Horror
