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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.
PLAYHOUSE Chapter 1/10
So Sufyan took the job because he had to. That's the honest version. The other version is that he took it because it seemed fine, sixty bucks to walk around an old building for a few hours, but really he took it because Omar had pulled him aside the week before and said the words "reassessment of your position" and Sufyan had said okay, yeah, I'll take the next one. And the next one was this.
By Abdulrahman5 months ago in Horror
Weekend Getaway
“Ava! Are you sure this is okay?” the girl whispered, her voice barely louder than the wind brushing through the trees. Caitlyn stood at the edge of the forest, her fingers tightening around the straps of her duffle bag. The air smelled damp and earthy, like moss and something older—something untouched. A faint chill crept up her arms despite the warm summer evening.
By Mallory Farnum5 months ago in Horror
My Reflection Smiled Back… But I Didn’t
I never believed mirrors could lie. They were supposed to reflect truth—nothing more, nothing less. That’s why what happened that night still doesn’t make sense to me. It began on an ordinary evening. I had just moved into a small apartment—nothing fancy, just quiet and cheap. The kind of place where everything echoed just a little too much. The bedroom had one large mirror fixed to the wall, directly across from the bed. I didn’t think much of it. Until the third night.
By Kamran khan5 months ago in Horror
My Dead Wife Kept Calling Me
Three days after I buried my wife, her phone started calling me. The first time it happened, I was sitting alone in the kitchen, staring at the half-empty bottle of whiskey I’d promised myself I wouldn’t open. The house felt wrong without Emily in it. Too quiet. Too clean. Too still.
By hasnain pathan5 months ago in Horror
The Stalks
"Hot damn, Baby! Sugar Island, you better be ready!" Terrell’s voice cracked across the upper deck, competing with the throb of the ferry’s engine. He leaned over the railing, grinning at the emerald smear of land rising from the Atlantic. "Look at this place! It’s a postcard... but with better odds of getting lucky." He winked.
By Sara Wilson5 months ago in Horror










