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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.
Digital Possession. AI-Generated.
Emma always had her phone with her. It was her lifeline—like most teens, she used it to stay connected with her friends, share photos, and scroll through social media. One afternoon, while she was sitting in her room, a strange pop-up appeared on her screen. It wasn’t an ad or a notification from any of her usual apps. The message simply read:
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASH2 years ago in Horror
The House That Moves. AI-Generated.
The Reynolds family was excited when they found their new house. It was an old, two-story home with a big porch, surrounded by trees. Mr. Reynolds, his wife, and their two children, Emma and Max, moved in on a bright Saturday morning. The air was crisp, and everything felt fresh and full of possibility. The house stood at the end of a long driveway, far from the noise of the city, just what they wanted.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASH2 years ago in Horror
In the Closet with Monsters . Runner-up in Spooky Micro Challenge. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. It’s a rule I made up, but Biter never wants to listen. He pushes me out of the way and jiggles the doorknob with his filthy devil’s claws just to hear the moans of fear from the other side. Even though it used to be my room on the other side of the door, Biter says little boys like me can’t make rules for things like him.
By J. Otis Haas2 years ago in Horror
The Entity in the Attic. AI-Generated.
It was late autumn when the strange sounds began. The wind howled outside the old house, leaves rustling across the yard like whispers in the night. Jess Parker, a sixteen-year-old girl with a love for mysteries, had just moved into the creaky, two-story house with her parents. The house had been in their family for generations, but it had stood empty for years. Jess didn’t mind its age, and she didn’t mind the drafty windows or the groaning floorboards. It gave the house character.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASH2 years ago in Horror
Buried Alive. AI-Generated.
Deep in the mountains, a group of treasure hunters stood at the entrance of a dark cave. The leader, Max, held up an old map. “This is it, everyone,” he said, his voice full of excitement. “According to legend, there’s treasure hidden deep inside. It’s been untouched for centuries.”
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASH2 years ago in Horror
Where it Leads
There was only one rule: Don’t open the door. It stood, majestic at the end of the hallway, covered in ornate but strange carvings. It had been an untouched part of Ella’s ancestral home for as long as she could recall. All the members of her family knew it like it was a religious chant. No one dared to disobey it, not out of obedience, but out of fear.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Horror
The Burning Man. AI-Generated.
There was a small town called Hollow Creek, hidden deep within a forest. It was quiet, the kind of place where everyone knew each other, and life moved at a slow, peaceful pace. But there was one thing that haunted the town: a ghostly figure known as the Burning Man.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASH2 years ago in Horror
The Cursed Necklace. AI-Generated.
Maya’s life had always felt small, as if she was meant for something bigger, something greater. At 16, she dreamed of excitement, adventure, and the kind of life people read about in books or saw in movies. She often wished for more than what her quiet little town had to offer. Her parents were loving but ordinary, her friends predictable, and her days repetitive. That all changed the day she found the necklace.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASH2 years ago in Horror
The Time-Loop Hotel. AI-Generated.
Jack had been driving for hours, and the sun was starting to set behind the mountains. His GPS led him down a narrow road, far from any town. He was tired, hungry, and needed a place to stay. Just as he began to worry about where he would sleep for the night, he saw a sign: "Evergreen Hotel – 2 Miles Ahead."
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASH2 years ago in Horror
Threshold
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. I can see it, in my mind. Bright, shining, getting stronger and more defined with each passing second. If I hold my breath, the outlines and wood grain and glorious brilliant light spills over the threshold, puddles in a glow you could swim in, gets stronger..
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Horror
Behind the Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. My father told me that over and over from the day I could twist a knob. The first time he said it, I had just reached for it—three-year-old me, toddling along and getting into mischief. He gave me a firm smack on the back of my tiny hand and pointed a stiff index finger as he yelled, “Don’t you ever open that door!”
By Timberly Price2 years ago in Horror
