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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 Reflection
Reflection Emma had never felt more alone. Moving to a new town to start her job as a high school art teacher, she found herself isolated in an unfamiliar environment. Her new house, a charming old Victorian on the outskirts of town, stood surrounded by thick woods. Though it was affordable and spacious, it had a slightly eerie vibe that she couldn't shake off. One evening, as she was unpacking boxes in the attic, Emma came across an old, ornate mirror. It was tall, with an intricately carved wooden frame, and covered in a thick layer of dust. Despite its age, the mirror’s glass was perfectly clear. She decided it would look perfect in her bedroom and carefully carried it downstairs. Emma positioned the mirror against the wall opposite her bed. That night, exhausted from unpacking, she quickly fell asleep. She woke with a start around 3 AM, her heart pounding. The room was cold, and she felt an unsettling presence. Her eyes flicked to the mirror, where she saw her reflection. But something was off. The reflection showed her room exactly as it was, except... it wasn’t her in the bed. A woman in a Victorian nightgown lay there, eyes wide open, staring directly at Emma. Emma sat up, rubbing her eyes. The woman in the reflection mirrored her actions perfectly, and Emma dismissed it as a trick of her tired mind. She laid back down, pulling the covers up tightly around her. The next few days were filled with busy work, setting up her classroom, meeting students, and grading papers. At night, though, Emma began to dread returning home. Each night, the woman in the mirror appeared, becoming clearer and more defined. She seemed closer each time, her expression growing more desperate. One night, unable to sleep, Emma sat up and stared into the mirror. The woman was there, as usual, but tonight she was not lying down. She was standing, directly behind Emma’s reflection, her eyes hollow and her mouth moving as if trying to speak. Emma couldn’t hear any words, but the silent plea in the woman’s eyes chilled her to the bone. Emma decided to cover the mirror. She threw a sheet over it and felt a brief sense of relief. But the strange occurrences didn’t stop. She would hear footsteps in the attic, whispers through the walls, and the feeling of being watched never left her. One evening, driven by curiosity and fear, Emma removed the sheet from the mirror. The woman was back, closer than ever. This time, her reflection’s hand was pressed against the glass, as if trying to break through. Emma felt a sudden urge to touch the glass too, compelled by an invisible force. As soon as her fingers met the cold surface, a jolt ran through her. The room spun, and she felt herself being pulled forward. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. Everything went black. When Emma woke, she was lying in her bed, but something was wrong. The room felt different, older. The walls were damp and covered in mold, and the air was heavy with decay. She stumbled to the mirror and looked into it, hoping it was all a nightmare. To her horror, she saw herself in the reflection, lying in bed in her modern room, sleeping peacefully. Behind her reflection stood the woman in the Victorian nightgown, now fully formed and real, looking directly at Emma with a twisted smile. Emma pounded on the glass, screaming for help, but no sound came. She watched in terror as the woman climbed into her bed, pulling the covers up as if she belonged there. The last thing Emma saw before darkness consumed her was the woman’s eyes, filled with malevolent satisfaction. Emma was trapped, alone in a decaying version of her own house, her pleas for help unheard. And in her place, the woman from the mirror lived her life, free from the confines of the glass, while Emma remained a silent, helpless reflection. From then on, anyone who looked into the mirror would see Emma, trapped and desperate, her eyes pleading for release that would never come.
By Bijan Mondal2 years ago in Horror
VOICES FROM THE BASEMENT. AI-Generated.
"Voices from the Basement" In a small village on the outskirts of West Java, there was an old house that had stood for more than a hundred years. The house had witnessed various historical events, but the most famous was the tragic story of the Suharto family who lived there in the early 1980s.
By Nurrafly Quad2 years ago in Horror
Whispers in the Shadows
In Ravenwood, a peaceful town among mist-encircled woods and age-old mountains, there was a house. This old building had heard many rumors whispered about it for a number of years. Locals referred to it in low whispers as the “Wicker House” because of how old fashioned it appeared, and its dilapidated wooden walls together with a garden filled with high bushes created the impression that darkness descended there at nightfall and stayed indefinitely.
By Princess Quismundo2 years ago in Horror
Whispers of the Dead
In the heart of a dense, dark forest, shrouded in a curtain of perpetual twilight, lived a legend that locals whispered with bated breath. They called it the “Eternal Woods,” a place where time itself seemed to warp and twist. Few dared to venture within, and those who did seldom returned.
By Izzibella Beau2 years ago in Horror
Security Shifts and Scary Encounters. AI-Generated.
The Lonely Shift Around twelve years ago, I worked as a security guard at a small company's headquarters in New York City. One night, my partner called in sick, leaving me to work the midnight to 6 a.m. shift alone. Normally, this wouldn’t bother me. My duties were simple: sit in the back room, watch the surveillance cameras, and occasionally do a sweep of the building. Easy, right?
By Bhangs Corporation2 years ago in Horror
The Watcher
It was a chilly night in the quaint suburban neighborhood of Haven Heights. Seventeen-year-old Emily found herself home alone. Her parents had gone on a last-minute trip, leaving her in charge of the house. The rain was pouring outside and the wind was howling ominously, creating an eerie ambiance that sent shivers down her spine.
By Izzibella Beau2 years ago in Horror
Dreamweaver
In the small, quiet town of Crestwood, a dark secret lurked within the shadows, manifesting itself in the most haunting of ways. It was whispered among the townsfolk, a tale too terrifying to be discussed openly. Every resident knew the legend of the Dreamweaver, a malevolent entity capable of turning dreams into real-life nightmares.
By Izzibella Beau2 years ago in Horror
The Legend That Wouldn't Die
On a chilly autumn evening, the atmosphere in the quiet town of Hallowoods was a mix of anticipation and unease. On the night of Halloween, there was a distinct sense that the barrier separating the living from the deceased appeared to diminish. An ancient cemetery was situated at the center of the town, enclosed by tall trees adorned with contorted branches and tombstones that had been in existence for centuries. A bunch of daring adolescents, filled with excitement and a desire for an evening of excitement and scares, organized an epic Halloween celebration at this graveyard.
By Izzibella Beau2 years ago in Horror
Echoes in the Shadow. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Notes: For the first time, I've used AI to write a few scenes. You can say I experimented with it. In other words, I've collaborated with AI to craft a few scenes in my latest story for the first time. Together, we've explored new creative possibilities and enhanced the narrative. I hope you enjoy this unique blend of human and artificial imagination!
By Apurba Deb2 years ago in Horror
Terrible Black Cat
The SSC exam is over, so now I’ll have a long holiday. I started planning where to go. After much thought, I decided to visit my village. I requested my dear friend Suman to come with me to my village, and he agreed. On the scheduled day, Suman and I reached my village by bus. Since we traveled on a Tuesday, there wasn’t much crowd.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
