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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.
Decrepit Door Hinges
“There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” Sandersen’s warning kept echoing in my brain as the locked wooden cabin door was practically coming off its hinges from all the constant banging. Someone from the outside, resembling my father, was trying to bypass the safety net of my wooden door.
By Paulina Pachel2 years ago in Horror
4,383 Days. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don't open the door. I trusted him with everything to keep us safe, and he always held up his end of the bargain. Our children are my everything, and even though they've never felt the sunshine on their faces, we can all feel okay knowing that Daddy has our backs.
By Ashley Lima2 years ago in Horror
Mommy Dearest
There was one rule: don’t open the door. Pain swirls in my stomach as I attempt to keep the vomit down. Sweat slick across my upper lip and a tremble in my hand as I reach for the doorknob. Mama’s voice shrieks from beyond the grave, don’t you fucking open that door, Myra. I pinch my eyes shut as though it will force her out of my mind. I want to scream back, but an invisible hand clamps down around my throat.
By Justine Seifert2 years ago in Horror
Living Doll's Smile
Amelia had always been captivated by old, antique dolls, with their porcelain faces and glass eyes. During a visit to an old curio shop, she stumbled upon a peculiar doll resting on a dusty shelf. Its yellowed lace dress, cracked porcelain skin, and a faint but unsettling smile drew her in.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
Dreadful Voice
Aisha found herself by herself in the old family mansion late one night, with the wind howling outside. The air was cooler and the shadows appeared heavier than usual. She gave herself a tight hug as she shuddered. She was bothered by the voice, not by the cold.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
Face the Thing That Should Not Be
'There was only one rule: don’t open the door.' "I'm not a big fan of rules" I said in my best Schwarzenegger voice, as I pulled back the slide on the GAU-21 0.50 caliber mini gun mounted to the right side of the armored battle tank in which I currently sat, dropped my ear protectors down over my ears, and pulled the trigger. The gun could deliver 1,100 rounds per minute and it's barrel spun crazily making a sound like whirling helicopter blades as it expelled white hot death into the door, reducing it to sawdust and ash in seconds. I released the trigger and the barrel slowly came to a stop as smoke rose from it, and from the spot where the decimated door once stood. As the smoke cleared I could see the darkness beyond and a pit of fear rose in my stomach. I experienced a moment of vertigo and it felt as if the heavily armed tank would be sucked into the gaping maw of blackness that had opened before us. As the vertigo subsided a low humming sound could be heard coming from the darkness. Time itself seemed to slow as that humming rose in volume and pitch becoming a screetch that was almost deafening. Luckily I still wore my ear protection as I'm not sure I could have kept my sanity if I had been exposed to the full noise of the thing. And it was a thing which raced straight towards us. A thing that should not be. I said a quick prayer, aimed the mini-gun straight into its monstrous, Chthonian face, pulled back the slide once again, closed my eyes, and squeezed the trigger. The bullets exploded into the ophidian creature and it roared and then all went black.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Horror
Invaded. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Now here Nicki was, trying to open said black door with a large keyhole, in sharp contrast to the rest of the white house. Harsh footsteps and loud clashes continued behind her, evidence that the robbers were still in the house.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Horror
I want to play a game
There was only one rule: don't open the door. That's what the doll with swirls on its cheeks said. But I had had enough. I wasn't dying in a cliche. While three pairs of eyes that were familiar to my own were wide with fear. I strode across the room, boiling over with anger, and grabbed the little doll.
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Horror
The Saint George . Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The building was old and in dire need of countless repairs, but the rent was cheap and I desperately needed to find a new place to live. The priest who recommended moving promised me that the paranormal activity would end. It didn’t. It made it worse.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Horror
The Candidate. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. They were preparing the candidate behind it, and any disturbance could ruin the process and annihilate all of our dreams. They were sculpting every centimeter to be smooth and glossy. They were pouring in meticulously crafted slogans and soporific bromides and smiling cliches that would be deployed so deftly as to appear to be fresh and tasty. They debated for months about the color of the candidate’s eyes and hair and skin; about the candidate’s height and weight and gait and vocal tones.
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Horror
