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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.

Cursed House
In a small, remote village in the middle of the forest, there is an old house that has long been abandoned. The village people call it the "Cursed House". No one dared to approach the house after sunset, except for those who wanted to cause trouble or just challenge their courage.
By Harlia Amalia2 years ago in Horror
SCREAMS IN THE NIGHT
The boat was rocking in the middle of the water, I was scared as I sat tightly clinging to the side of the boat, my eyes wandering as I looked at the dimly lit night sky with the nineteen moonlight. We sat piled together in the boat compartment. The two big men rowing the boat lightly tapped on the roof to signal that we had arrived at a safe place and we could move a little. The bow rower lifted the leaf cover to look in.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Horror
KNOW! MISS! THEN FORGET!. Content Warning.
For some reason, every time I wake up I'm sweating, my heart beats fast and I feel extremely short of breath. I can't remember what I dreamed about, or how I felt, I just know that every time I wake up I feel like I just got into a bloody fight with someone, or something. There is no flicker of any image I have seen. This has been happening over and over for the past week! I was really worried about my health, so I decided to go for a checkup earlier than usual, and the result was that I was fine. At least physically.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Horror
NIGHTMARE
- Phi cursed. Aren't you worried that it's going to rain today and you won't be able to eat any money you put in your mouth or why do you keep dreaming?
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Horror
Henderson House
one of those nights, you know? The kind of wind that was howling was too frightening, and the shadows seemed to be dancing with a mind of their own. My friend Mike and I were hanging out in the basement, watching horror movies and junk food like we always did on Friday nights.
By Harlia Amalia2 years ago in Horror
SCREAMS IN THE NIGHT
The boat was rocking in the middle of the water, I was scared as I sat tightly clinging to the side of the boat, my eyes wandering as I looked at the dimly lit night sky with the nineteen moonlight. We sat piled together in the boat compartment. The two big men rowing the boat lightly tapped on the roof to signal that we had arrived at a safe place and we could move a little. The bow rower lifted the leaf cover to look in.
By HK Decor2 years ago in Horror
AN UNJUST SOUL BY THE RIVERBANK
The night gradually turned to morning, the sky was breezy, the cool river breeze blew into the rustling trees along the shore. The river surface was full of water, clusters of water hyacinths floated down, the dying moonlight was dim on each leaf. Kha swam slowly to the river's edge, the small boat rocking with every move he made to throw his net. Somewhere in the neighborhood there was a rooster crowing. Kha put his net into the boat and sighed. He went fishing all night but didn't earn much. He had to return early in time for his mother to sell the fish at the morning market. Swimming quickly, the boat swerved into the riverbank, where there were luxuriant trees, waving its hands at the branches and leaves that threatened to hit its face, when it suddenly heard a whisper a few steps away from it. Suddenly, it was creepy, remembering the ghost story at this banyan tree that old people often told, that ghosts often appeared late at night, when the riverbank was deserted. The whisper still echoed, Kha turned around, chills ran down his spine, his arms and legs trembled, glimpsed through the canopy of leaves, under an old banyan tree with roots hanging like human hair was a white shadow. That white shadow slowly turned back to Kha. It panicked and ran away, its legs clinging to each other. It felt like something was following behind it, gliding through the rustling trees...
By HK Decor2 years ago in Horror
NIGHT OF GRAVE DIGGING
At nine thirty at night, not a single person passed by. Sitting against a banyan tree along the dark village road, Cuong was impatient as if there was a fire burning in his heart. Never before had he seen time pass so slowly. Feeling nervous and unable to hide the tension on his face, Cuong clumsily pulled out a wrinkled pack of cigarettes and put one on his lips. As soon as the lighter was opened, a glimpse of his red face and the half-drinked bottle of wine next to him appeared.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Horror
THEATER AND CINEMA SCHOOL DORMITORY
Trieu Thi Mai Duong - full name is quite long so friends just call her Duong - from Nghe An, student of screenwriting department, University of Theater and Cinema. Yang is straightforward and impulsive, but can play around.
By HK Decor2 years ago in Horror
Haunted Villa in the Middle of the Forest
Deep within the dense, uncharted forest, hidden from the eyes of the curious and the brave, stood an old, abandoned villa. The locals spoke of it in hushed tones, calling it the Haunted Villa. The structure, once a magnificent masterpiece of architecture, had long been overtaken by nature. Vines crept up its weathered walls, and the windows, broken and dark, stared like empty eyes into the soul of the forest.
By Gemba Bae2 years ago in Horror
THE DEAD RETURN
Mr. and Mrs. Pham had always lived in the city, but before Mr. Pham retired, they decided to live in the countryside to enjoy the fresh air and tranquility necessary for old age. They bought a lovely piece of land on a hillside, and as soon as they moved in, Mrs. Pham's first job was to immediately plant a vegetable garden with all the vegetables that her grandparents liked.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Horror
The Unseen Below. Content Warning.
The university's vast campus was humming with life. Pupils rushed between lessons, the bustle of chatter blending with the odd chuckle. Underneath the surface of this intellectual paradise, however, was a secret gloom nobody thought possible.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Horror