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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 secret call at dawn
Decoding the mysterious call at dawn The voice was clear. Anna had not misheard, and it seemed that the whisper came from the inside wall, not from the window. Anna would not have paid much attention to it if nothing had happened when she woke up. Psychologists have proven that single people often have hallucinations and hear voices calling their names in their dreams. But there was something very strange about Anna's case.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Horror
Mystery
The moonless twisted branches and roots of ever-famous fairy tales’ were the dwelling of Timmy and an evil that could not be grasped by any living being. Fear was depicted in this scene when cries and screams of the boy were heard in the deserted village and the sound got the attention of people.
By RabiyaR Butt2 years ago in Horror
Whispers in the Shadows: A Haunting in Lahore
It was a stifling summer evening in Lahore, Pakistan, and I had just returned home after a particularly grueling day at work. As I stepped through the familiar threshold of my family's old house, a wave of exhaustion mingled with relief washed over me. The air inside was thick with the scent of incense and memories—comforting yet laden with an unspoken unease.
By Syed Hammad Hussain2 years ago in Horror
A TALE OF HOLLOW MAN
In the small town of Willow Creek, nestled deep in the woods, there was a legend whispered among the locals—a tale of the Hollow Man. He was said to be a figure draped in tattered black robes, his face hidden behind a mask of darkness. No one knew where he came from or why he haunted the forests, but those who crossed his path were never seen again.
By Syed Hammad Hussain2 years ago in Horror
Harmony's Flight: The Farmer and the Mythical Guardian
In the heart of the verdant province, amidst the towering trees and meandering streams, there lived a young farmer named Mateo. Known for his unwavering kindness and deep connection to the land, Mateo was a beloved figure in the community. His days were filled with tending to his crops, helping his neighbors, and cherishing the simple joys of rural life. One fateful night, as the moon cast its silvery glow over the village, Mateo sensed a shift in the air. The usual tranquility that enveloped the province was disrupted by an eerie presence, sending a shiver down his spine. Intrigued and somewhat apprehensive, Mateo decided to investigate the source of this disturbance, guided by a sense of duty to protect his home.
By Mikhaela Janna Jimenea Lim2 years ago in Horror
YOU'RE IMAGINING THINGS
· I was sitting in the lobby of the Police station, biting my nails and checking my phone constantly for word from Roy, hoping he had decided to call into work and take Jimmy for a Daddy-son day. But I couldn’t imagine him doing so without leaving a note or waking me first, and the shredded Toy Story pajamas I held in my lap told another story; a much more horrifying one.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Horror
The Longest Night: A Town Unearths a Solstice Secret
Harmony Falls hummed with the lazy contentment of a town untouched by the world's harsh realities. Nestled amidst emerald hills and whispering pines, its streets were lined with quaint cottages, their flower boxes overflowing with vibrant blooms. Summer, with its long, languid days, had officially arrived, painting the sky a canvas of endless blue. But beneath the surface of this idyllic life, a subtle unease stirred, a disquietude that mirrored the lengthening shadows cast by the approaching summer solstice.
By Bilal Ansari2 years ago in Horror
Whispers in the Shadows: Exploring the Secrets of the Abandoned Apartment. Content Warning.
Deep in the heart of the city, nestled among towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, there stood an old, forgotten apartment building. Its weathered facade hinted at a past filled with life and laughter, but now it loomed silently, its windows broken and its halls empty. Intrigued by the stories whispered among locals, my friend Maya and I decided to explore its mysteries one moonlit night. Armed with nothing but flashlights and a nervous excitement, we slipped through the rusted gates and ventured into the eerie darkness within. The air was thick with dust and the faint smell of decay, our footsteps echoing softly on the cracked tiles. Shadows danced around us, cast by our wavering beams of light. As we climbed the creaking staircase, each step seemed to echo louder than the last. On the third floor, a sudden draft sent a chill down my spine, and Maya’s grip tightened on my arm. We exchanged a nervous glance, but curiosity drove us forward. We had to know what lay hidden within these forsaken walls. In one of the rooms, we found remnants of a life long abandoned old furniture draped in dusty sheets, like ghosts frozen in time. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional creak of floorboards beneath our feet. As we moved deeper into the maze of rooms, a door at the end of the corridor suddenly slammed shut with a deafening crash, making us jump in fright. Heart pounding, we exchanged panicked whispers, our minds racing with thoughts of what could be lurking in the shadows. The air grew heavy with a sense of unease, as if the very walls were watching us. Shadows seemed to flicker and dance in the corners of our vision, playing tricks on our frayed nerves.
By Mikhaela Janna Jimenea Lim2 years ago in Horror
The Dead Thing
H staggered out from behind the bar. His sickly green skin contrasted with his milky white eyes. Dumb hunger drove him forward, once humanoid but now just an undead creature, a ghoul, a zombie. Tom hopped on his motorcycle and struggled to start his bicycle. By the time he noticed the hungry thing it was too late.
By DJ Robbins2 years ago in Horror
