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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.
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Sarah's life was tangled in the fast pace of the city. The pressure of the job, the pain of a breakup, and the loneliness that would haunt her at night. One day she remembered – her grandfather's old house, hidden in the mountains near Islamabad. "There will be peace there," she thought. It had been two years since her grandfather died, and the house was empty. She took a leave of absence.
By hassan khan5 months ago in Horror
Bona Fide Fright
Maggie was afraid to go to sleep. She knew that nightmare would occur once again and she woke frightened every time. She drifted off into a fitful sleep about an hour later snuggled up next to her big brother, Peter, who was her protector and her safety zone.
By Barbara Gode Wiles5 months ago in Horror
Sinister Unveilings
It was supposed to be a night of celebration for Shelby Hunter. She had just graduated college, and she and a large group of her friends were celebrating together in New Orleans; a big bash before they go and make their own separate impacts.
By Clyde E. Dawkins5 months ago in Horror
They Called it Network Maintenance. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
By 2020, the old men at the agency had started dying in alphabetical order. No one officially noticed, because official noticing required paperwork, and paperwork had killed more patriots than bullets ever managed.
By Jesse L Shelley5 months ago in Horror
The Tenants
The hallway in my apartment had too many doors. I counted them as I walked, slippered feet shushing across carpet that hadn't been carpet yesterday - yesterday it had been the cheap laminate the landlord installed before I moved in, gray planks that always felt slightly damp. Now it was carpet the color of old teeth.
By RC Adamson5 months ago in Horror
Where Dead Girls Go At Night. Top Story - May 2026.
The first time Chloe Walker woke up to the strange wet, pulsing cough, the ceiling was sputtering. She watched it seize above her as though somehow, someway trying to catch its own breath—or maybe it was trying to catch hers? The longer she stared, the more she realized it wasn’t just moving, it was breathing with her. Slowly expanding in the dark, the veins in the mopped texture filling and releasing whatever oxygen was left in the air, a pair of plaster lungs hidden beneath the rough façade keeping pace with her own muted breaths.
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Horror







