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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.
Silence
In the cursed village of Broken Arrow, nestled in a forgotten valley, shadows twisted like living things, and the air hung thick with the scent of decay. This was no ordinary place; it was a nexus of despair where reality bled into the grotesque. The townsfolk, gaunt and hollow-eyed, whispered of The Quiet Ones, an ancient cult that worshipped an eldritch entity known as Lachesis, who demanded a child as tribute every two decades. With each passing year, their sanity slipped further into madness, and the lullaby that lured children into the woods became a chilling soundtrack to their lives.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Horror
Shadow of the Night
The moon was low, covered in a thin layer of mist, and illuminated the drowsy village of Kalden with pale beams. Past the winding cobblestone roads and verdant rooftops was an ancient mansion, long since deserted and cloaked in mystery. Nobody was brave enough to go near it, especially at night.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
Behind the Grey Door
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” With those words my first night at my new job began. I was paid $75 an hour by the Chicago Institute of Scientific Advancement. Working in the sub-basement, my only job was to guard the grey door.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Horror
Not Before It Caught the Rat.... Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. A simple concept for someone with no inquisitive bone in their body. For me? It was practically a neon sign over grungy, walnut stained frame and phosphorescent paint around the doorknob.
By Bianca Hubbard2 years ago in Horror
Rule Bound
There was one rule: don’t open the door. It was always a simple rule, but one that racked my brain for countless hours, days… even years. Every visit I saw the wooden door slowly rotting away at the edges. The rot growing larger and more devastating with each passing glance like a single horrible thought spiraling out of control going further and further into turmoil. The thought irked me and eventually consumed me. People always told me that it’s far scarier on the other side, but what is it I should fear?
By Restless Wanderer2 years ago in Horror
