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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.
Becoming Beast
My mood, once an extraordinary and fleeting element, was now a beast of its own, prowling just beneath the floor, looking forward to the slightest provocation to strike. And while it did, it left destruction in its wake broken friendships, harming emotions, and the sour taste of remorse. It was extra than simply anger, although. something deeper, greater primal, became awakening inside me. My senses sharpened, my body felt stronger, greater effective. I'd capture myself in the reflection sometimes, gazing at the person who seemed lower back at me. changed into that definitely me? My reflection appeared off, as even though my eyes had been darker, more holes.
By Shamshath Begam2 years ago in Horror
The Echoes of Silence. Content Warning.
In the quaint town of Eldridge Hollow, nestled between dense woods and a shimmering lake, lived a woman named Clara. She was known for her warm smile and gentle demeanor, but beneath her calm exterior lay a mind tormented by shadows of her past. Clara had always been sensitive to the world around her, feeling emotions deeply and sensing things others could not. This gift, or curse, had isolated her from the townsfolk, who whispered about her peculiarities.
By M Nayeem kamal2 years ago in Horror
Watashi wa Kirei ???. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In the depths of rural Japan, nestled between towering mountains and dense, ancient forests, there existed a village so remote that it was never marked on any map. The villagers led simple lives, their days filled with the rhythmic sounds of nature—the rustling leaves, the distant calls of birds, and the gentle babble of streams. They relied on the forest for their livelihood, gathering wild herbs, hunting small game, and fishing in the clear waters. Yet, beneath the serene facade of their existence, they shared a dark and chilling secret: they often heard the whispers of the "Kuchisake-onna" – the Slit-Mouthed Woman.
By M Nayeem kamal2 years ago in Horror
Life Without Feeling
Despite his many riches, Tony White, the man who lived in a glamourous mansion and owned several sports cars was an often shy and nervous man. He had almost gotten bankrupt 3 or 4 times before becoming a millionaire, now he could finally live comfortably but the constant stress had left a toll on the now 55 year old, who felt like his best years were behind him. He was finally in a position where he had hired people to essentially run his company for him, yet the old man still felt incredibly nervous at concerts or in densely public places like the shopping malls or busy city streets. He hated his constant anxiety, no amount of therapy or legal drugs ever fixed his social issues, only certain substances like alcohol and marijuana ever seemed to calm the man down. He hated his own existence, the constant guilt from the shady deals he had made, the pains of aging and worries that screamed within his mind was both mental and physical torture. Tony often had panic attacks, felt ill and suffered from insomnia throughout his whole life. He wanted to enjoy his life, oh how he tried so hard, especially nowadays now that he was so rich and successful, he only ever felt at ease at home. Yet he still wanted to go out more and see the world, but boats, planes (especially planes!) and fast cars always terrified the man. So after years and years of suffering in silence, Tony with his rich bank account and financial power decided to finally do something about it. He invested money into research that stripped away human anxiety completely! No longer would he second guess his decisions, no longer would he dread his choices or wonder if his mistakes would haunt him. He wouldn't feel afraid to fight if people insulted him, Tony could finally enjoy a crowded rock concert without worrying too much about getting roughed up by the maddening crowds. It took many months but eventually a cure for anxiety was made, sure there were already medications people took to subdue anxiety for a short period of time, but Tony demanded a permanent effect that eliminated this emotion entirely. The scientists warned him, that although anxiety is an awful feeling, it is what has kept us alive this long. That without it, we wouldn't make smart decisions or think about the dangers of certain situations. Yet Tony hated his personal anxieties so much, he saw no negatives in discarding such an inconvenience. So with that said, he was soon administered with the vaccine that would delete anxiety from his mind entirely.
By Joseph Roy Wright2 years ago in Horror
The Legend of Hantu Galah: A Tall Tale of Malaysian Folklore
Malaysia, a nation well off in cordial legacy and different practices, is home to a horde of strong legends. Among these, the record of Hantu Galah, or "Pole ghost," stands isolated as one of the most phenomenal and spine-chilling stories. This unsavory substance is said to wander the ordinary regions and disrupted areas of Malaysia, expanding anxiety into the hearts of people who experience it.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
The Cursed Seax: Redemption or Damnation?
ed August 14, 1885 The dawn breaks cold and grey over the endless expanse of the ocean. I can no longer feel the numbing chill of the wind on my face, nor do I care for the spray of salt that stings my eyes. Fear and madness have already drained all sensation from my body. The Captain is gone, and the ship has descended into utter chaos. Only a few of us remain sane enough to comprehend the doom that looms over us. There is no choice but to act, and quickly, if we wish to avoid the fate that has claimed the rest.
By Sufiyan mohammed shaikh2 years ago in Horror
The Ominous Night Signal
Life in the isolated village of Kalikapur was quiet and leisurely. Tucked away from the outside world, the town was surrounded by dense forests and foggy hills. The only sounds that disturbed the unsettling quiet of the village at night were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the cry of an occasional faraway wolf. The people had become used to this strange calm. However, Kalikapur's peace was disrupted on one night each year, which was called "Bhoyaal Raater Sanket," or "The Ominous Night Signal."
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
Tale of Cursed Love and Unbreakable Bonds
In a small, fog-shrouded village nestled at the edge of a dense forest, tales of a mysterious witch living in the woods had been passed down for generations. Her name was Elara, and she was said to be both beautiful and terrifying, capable of bending nature to her will. The villagers feared her, believing she cast curses upon those who dared enter her domain.
By Sufiyan mohammed shaikh2 years ago in Horror
Curse Of Tall Man
Sarah White can't remember when it first started exactly, only that her childhood back in the 1980s was full of terror and sorrow. She saw this tall, pale stranger, a man with eyes darker than space itself. He was grotesque, or so she thought it was a he, as this strange figure took on a humanoid shape but his proportions and limbs were unlike any man or woman she had ever seen, they were thin, like wires, far longer than any living creature. It was simply strange, a spider-like being that merely wore the disguise of a human being. She did not know where it came, whether it was from hell or an alien world, only that it meant her no good, it was her own personal demon. A creature she once believed to be her imaginary enemy, where most kids have made up friends, she had this lanky monster haunting her every waking hour and nightmares too. It would creep into her mind, showing her the most horrific visions imaginable, the type of horror now little girl should ever witness. It had an awful smile, one that literally stretched from ear to ear, revealing its yellow shark teeth beneath, the monster often wore a black trench coat and top hat when spotted outside. Her father, Cody White, thought his daughter was insane. Never believing that the stranger who only she saw was real, that it was merely a dark manifestation of her poor mind. At first he was an understanding and patient father, he really, truly was. A dad who cried for his daughter, hugged her daily and told her everything would be all right. He thought it would pass, but as the years went on, his patience grew thin. Soon he would yell; "The Tall Man isn't real!" In her face, even slap Sarah, shaking her madly. Not doing this out of hate, but absolute desperation! It is easy to see Cody as a monster in of himself, a huge man who wrestled his mentally ill daughter. For he soon became a second threat in Sarah's eyes too, she would hide with a great effort that "The Tall Man" as she called it, was nearby or taunting her. Cody sent her to many psychiatrists and therapists, hoping they had some miraculous cure to her lunacy. They gave her pills after pills and several doses of medication, but absolutely nothing stopped the Tall Man from haunting her every moment. Soon, Sarah would come to learn that she had died much earlier in life and had fortunately been resuscitated, with that knowledge she soon came to a truly disturbing revelation, that the monster who haunted her was in fact a demon. Yes, the supernatural kind, one from the deepest depths of hell. It was a creature that preyed on the souls of the living, one who wished to see dead the ones who escaped death. Ironically it was a psychiatrist named Peter King who gave her the best advice, he told her to scream "go away!" at the beast, show that she held no fear against this hideous, walking leech. She'd come to learn that all living beings, no matter how small like she was, were far stronger than even the most horrifying monsters from beyond the grave. So as she slowly grew into adulthood, standing firm and strong against this demon, telling it she was not afraid, the more it backed off. It began distancing itself from her, instead of standing tall over her bed, it would linger in the corridor outside her room. Then it would only stand in the back garden, its frightening smile slowly slumping into a frown of sadness, knowing it was losing its chance to feast. The last she saw of the monster, was when she was a teenager, the Tall Man simply turned away down the rainy streets of Runcorn, hiding in the thick fog ahead, as if returning to the limbo from which it came.
By Joseph Roy Wright2 years ago in Horror
