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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.

The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 10. Content Warning.
"East wing?" Luke's voice cut through the dimness, not waiting for a response before he strode off in that direction. Alice hurried after him, her flashlight beam dancing over peeling paint and cracked tiles.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 9. Content Warning.
The moldy stench of decay wafted from the gaping maw of the asylum's heart, a foreboding welcome as the team huddled at the threshold. A symphony of creaks and groans serenaded their arrival, the building itself seeming to recoil at the intrusion. Jack's jaw clenched, a steely resolve in his eyes that belied the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 8. Content Warning.
The flickering light from the overhead lamp cast an erratic glow over the worn pages of Dr. Blackwood's journal as Jack Thorne leaned closer, his eyes tracing every line of the cryptic handwriting. The reception area of the asylum was shrouded in silence, save for the occasional distant echo of a door creaking on its hinges—a haunting reminder of the institution's unsettling atmosphere. Around Jack, stacks of research materials teetered precariously, a chaotic archive of the asylum's dark secrets.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 7. Content Warning.
The corridor stretched before them, a cavernous maw of peeling paint and haunting shadows. Each footfall of the team echoed back to them, amplified by the desolation of the abandoned asylum. The beams from their flashlights danced over the walls, briefly illuminating graffiti of despair left by previous, less intrepid visitors. They moved with the quiet coordination of fatigue, their bodies weighed down by the gravity of unseen presences that seemed to cling to the very air.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
6 Cities Steeped in Spooky Lore
The world is filled with places rumored to be haunted. Some cities, however, have earned a particularly chilling reputation for paranormal activity. These six locations are often cited as among the most haunted in the world.Some cities carry an undeniable aura of the supernatural. Their cobblestone streets, ancient buildings, and dark histories seem to invite the spectral. From the fog-shrouded graveyards of London to the haunted mansions of New Orleans, these urban landscapes are rumored to be teeming with ghostly inhabitants.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Horror
6 Haunting Ghost Towns
Ghost towns, relics of forgotten eras, stand as silent witnesses to the ebb and flow of human history. These deserted settlements, once bustling with life, now offer eerie glimpses into the past. Here are six world-famous ghost towns, each with its own haunting tale.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Horror
Reflective Deception
You wake up in a strange room, tied to a chair, with a single knife on the floor pointed at you-This prompt is an invitation to step inside writing creativity - Kelsey Worsham
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Horror
The Terrible Old Man
Of the old man who lived in the ancient, dilapidated house by the sea, many stories were told.It was said that he had once been the captain of a ship that sailed to Asia for trade, and perhaps from this arose the legend of his incredible wealth.
By Alessandro Capraro2 years ago in Horror
Vivisepulture: Or, To Be Buried Alive
Fearful indeed the suspicion -- but more fearful the doom! It may be asserted, without hesitation, that no event is so terribly well adapted to inspire the supremeness of bodily and of mental distress, as is burial before death. The unendurable oppression of the lungs -- the stifling fumes from the damp earth -- the clinging to the death garments -- the rigid embrace of the narrow house -- the blackness of the absolute Night -- the silence like a sea that overwhelms -- the unseen but palpable presence of the Conqueror Worm -- these things, with the thoughts of the air and grass above, with memory of dear friends who would fly to save us if but informed of our fate, and with consciousness that of this fate they can never be informed -- that our hopeless portion is that of the really dead -- these considerations, I say, carry into the heart, which still palpitates, a degree of appalling and intolerable horror from which the most daring imagination must recoil. We know of nothing so agonizing upon Earth -- we can dream of nothing half so hideous in the realms of the nethermost Hell."The Premature Burial." Edgar Allan Poe
By Tom Baker2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 6. Content Warning.
Luke's hand pushed open the creaking door to the records room, a gust of stale air greeting him and Alice as they stepped over the threshold. The beam of his flashlight cut through the suffocating darkness, flickering across walls that bore the stains of neglect. Cobwebs clung desperately to the corners, and the musty scent of decay filled their nostrils.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Mystery of Blackwood: Chapter 5. Content Warning.
Mark's hand pressed against the cold metal door, pushing it open with an ominous creak that seemed to echo endlessly through the desolate corridors of the abandoned asylum. Sarah, close behind him, clutched her flashlight like a lifeline, the beam trembling slightly as it cut through the pitch black that enveloped them.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Horror
The Thing on The Doorstep. Content Warning.
It is true that I fired six bullets into the head of my best friend, but I hope that with this account, I will be able to prove that I am not his murderer. Undoubtedly, such a statement will make me appear even more insane than the man I shot in his room at the Arkham Asylum. But only after narrating my story in full, will readers be able to weigh each of my claims, correlate them with known events, and question how I could have acted otherwise when faced with the evidence of that horror: the thing on the doorstep of my house.
By Alessandro Capraro2 years ago in Horror