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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.
Through the Wrong Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. But Alice was never good at following rules, especially in strange places. She’d stumbled upon the peculiar house in the woods—its windows glowing like sleepy eyes—after wandering too far from the path. Mrs. Fidget, the odd woman who lived there, had left her alone for “just a moment” with that single warning.
By Sue Anne Kariuki2 years ago in Horror
Beyond
"There was only one rule: Don't open the door." Upon signing my new lease, the owner bestowed upon me those words. At that time, I didn't pay those words much mind. After all, the amount that I was paying for that house rental was a steal for all I was getting.
By Lillian Casiano2 years ago in Horror
The Locked Room
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Tara had been in the foster system long enough to know when something wasn’t right. The house seemed fine at first—Mrs. Calloway, sweet and soft-spoken, ran a tidy home. The other kids barely spoke, but Tara figured it was normal. Some places were quieter than others.
By Sue Anne Kariuki2 years ago in Horror
Wraps To Die For
In the summer of 2003, people within the American city of Chicago went missing. A lot of people suddenly vanished, seemingly out of thin air, never to be seen again. It wasn't like they just evaporated before anyone's eyes, they just went to work one morning and never returned home. It was when these people were all alone, perhaps walking down a dark alleyway, that some stranger struck and abducted them. For the longest time this was an eerie mystery. Rumours of a secret serial killer, began circulating around the city, as everyone believed it was another creep like one of those monsters you see in all those true crime documentaries. The truth would be far more disturbing than even that.
By Joseph Roy Wright2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery Behind The Locked Door.
There was only one rule: don't open the door. The house was peaceful, and I took advantage because that was a luxury in our house. My sister usually had her radio blasting, while my mum and dad argued over cars in the bedroom.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Horror
Beyond the Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The room was small, but far from empty. There were two cots and a small nightstand. A wardrobe housed their clothes, and there were books and board games in a chest in the corner. The shelves were lined with canned food and water bottles; the kitchenette had a sink and a small stove. A single lightbulb offered harsh light, but candles and a large box of matches softened the nights. There was even a small, functional toilet behind a curtain.
By katherine j zumpano2 years ago in Horror
Bo-Peep's Knock
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Anya’s grandmother had whispered it to her the night she arrived at the old house deep in the Carpathian Mountains. The warning felt absurd, like something from a fairy tale. Yet, when Anya woke to the soft tapping on the other side of the locked bedroom door, she remembered it.
By Sue Anne Kariuki2 years ago in Horror
Something's Down There
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Narrator: Nobody believed the stories about what happened. But they know that something did happen. Something was alive down there. Something was waiting to get out. We all knew that as long as that door remained closed, we were all safe. There was only one problem. The new guy never heard the stories.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Horror
Our Only Date
There was only one rule: Don’t open the door. Once my brain slowly returned to fully functioning and my eyes were able to focus, that sign was the first thing I saw. Pulling myself into a standing position while stuffed in this dimly lit coffin-size room was a challenge. Next, I need to find what is causing the continuous swish-swish-swish sound emanating from somewhere above my head. Last, but not least, finding out how the hell I got here.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Horror
Fleeting Life
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. As the click of the high heels grew louder Curtis covered his mouth and held his breath. From under the bed he watched as the red heels entered the room and went straight to the closet. The closet door flew open, followed by an irritated click of a tongue, and then it was slammed shut. When the shoes turned to point at the bed Curtis broke out in goosebumps. The shoes turned when they reached the bed and it shifted as she sat down. Curtis silently edged himself out from under the mattress and tried to slink out of the bedroom. He was army crawling out when the woman noticed him. She let out a scream that caused Curtis to jump to his feet and run down the hallway. Unfortunately for him, the woman was right behind him. He tried to fake a move to the right into a room but she didn't fall for it. Instead she gained enough distance to plunge a chef's knife into his back. The woman pulled it out and attempted another strike, but Curtis was able to jump down the flight of stairs to his left. He landed hard, but compared to his knife wound he could handle the pain in his legs. He rushed for the door he had stupidly opened, but it was locked again. Did she lock it? The clicking of the heels reached the tiled floor and turned to clacking noises. She was right behind him. He turned to face her and was met with another stab, this time to his stomach. He looked down at the blood that had started to pool at his feet and then up to his attacker. “You shouldn't have opened the door.” She smiled.
By Colt Henderson2 years ago in Horror
