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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.
Chilling 13 true stories scarier than horror movies
A 17-month-old baby biting a poisonous snake to death, mysterious human blood in a playhouse, a dead person coming back to life, a man with two faces,... are scary and mysterious true stories. After reading this, you will definitely believe that movies are never as scary as real life.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Horror
“No Turning Back ”
Norman, a man with a pathological compulsion to keep going forward, is driving on a desolate stretch of open road. He is reminded of a news story about arrows painted on the road leading to a dead body, and the idea of cults and cannibals among the trees. He wonders if there is a town in this direction, but he continues forward, driven by the gas needle.
By Kamran Alam2 years ago in Horror
Asleep & Dreaming In Watsonville
The narrator is getting too old for his gray beard and fights for it. He fought a gangster for cigarettes behind the overflowing dumpster of an old mini-mart, and he swung hard to smoke. He broke his knuckle and pushed him into the pile of shit. He stomped down on his broken face, cut open, and felt the iron taste of blood in his mouth. He almost got comfortable with the tearing bags and fluffy-like pillows. Eyelids got heavy, and he wish for a drink more than anything now.
By Kamran Alam2 years ago in Horror
The Whispering Shadows (Part III) . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Whispering Shadows: A Mystery in Three Parts Part III: The Last Disclosure The dull figure lingered inauspiciously, its structure moving and twirling as though made out of unadulterated shadow. Evelyn and Marcus, still up in the air to uncover the last mysteries of Ravenswood. The Murmuring Shadows were as of now not simply a legend; they were a substantial danger that should have been defied.
By Ahmad Al Amin2 years ago in Horror
The Whispering Shadows (Part II). Content Warning.
The Whispering Shadows: A Mystery in Three Parts Part II: Echoes from the Past Evelyn’s heart pounded as she stood in the darkness, the chill of the chamber seeping into her bones. Marcus, the mysterious young man who had confronted her, was nowhere to be seen. The shadows seemed to whisper around her, their indistinct murmurs growing louder, more insistent. Summoning her courage, she groped for her flashlight and switched it on. The beam cut through the darkness, revealing the chamber’s eerie contents once more.
By Ahmad Al Amin2 years ago in Horror
The Whispering Shadows. Content Warning.
The Whispering Shadows: A Mystery in Three Parts Part I: The Enigmatic Arrival In the quaint, fog-draped village of Ravenswood, life moved at a leisurely pace, untouched by the hustle of the modern world. Nestled between ancient forests and a meandering river, the village had an air of timelessness. Its cobblestone streets, old-world charm, and whispered legends were all part of its enigmatic allure. The most enduring of these legends spoke of the "Whispering Shadows," a series of mysterious occurrences that had baffled the villagers for generations.
By Ahmad Al Amin2 years ago in Horror
Black Fog
The atmosphere seems to have warmed up a bit, but the thick fog is beginning to creep into the town. Initially, it was just wisps of mist floating in the air, but it gradually thickened, quickly enveloping every tree branch, blade of grass, and even the houses. Down at the foot of the mountain, faint amidst the mist, was the flickering glow of a fire from a house. In front of the house, the gate had collapsed from being hit by a large container truck.
By Thông Phạm2 years ago in Horror
The Cricket Man
A family huddled together in the corner of the room. They held the bed blanket around their shivering bodies. Their bed was stacked against the furniture that blocked the doors and windows. A small sliver of moon light bled underneath the cracks.
By David S. JohnsonWilliams2 years ago in Horror
Garden of Heresy. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: On the Eve of Death The clanging of the Jailor’s keys echoed throughout the dungeon. Torches flickered in the darkness. Footsteps on the cobbled floor mixed with chainmail plates beat out a steady rhythm. My eyes could not see much in the darkness of the Tower. As I was dragged with my hands and feet in chains, I could feel the eyes from my fellow cellmates watching the ritual of bringing in more prisoners. The guard’s fingers bit into my bruised skin. Blood dripped in a steady stream from the cuts on my head. An ebbing throb radiated across my body where fists, stones and whips had beaten me upon my arrest. I was on the verge of blissful sleep and yet it did not come. As I turned my head to look behind me, I saw her…The Angel of Death. A cruel creation of God placed upon this earth. A destroyer of so-called heresy…her name? Queen Mary I of England. My Angel of Death. My Punisher, My Persecutor, My Judge, Jury, and Executioner…
By Scott Grim2 years ago in Horror
"Beyond the Veil of Reality: A Harrowing Journey through Lucid Dreaming"
In the realm of lucid dreaming, where the boundaries between imagination and reality blur, I found myself in full control of my surroundings. With the power of telekinesis at my fingertips, I soared through the dream landscape, shaping it to my will. But atop a towering skyscraper, my sense of control was abruptly challenged.
By Wali Ahmed Khan2 years ago in Horror
