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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 Shadowed Secrets of Blackwood Manor"
In the heart of the dense forest, shrouded in mist and mystery, stood Blackwood Manor—a place whispered about in fearful tones by the locals. Legends of dark rituals, tragic deaths, and restless spirits surrounded the old mansion like a cloak of dread.
LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJPublished 16 days ago in HorrorLost Souls in the Wilderness
In the heart of the dense forest stood an abandoned cabin, its wooden walls weathered and worn, its windows shattered, and its doors creaking in the wind. Locals spoke in hushed tones of the dark secrets that lurked within, warning travelers to steer clear of its cursed grounds. But curiosity often outweighed caution, and on one fateful night, four friends decided to spend the evening in the cabin, seeking thrills and adventure.
Ebiyemi OloloPublished 16 days ago in HorrorThe Gingerbread Man
Mormor, ( Swedish for Mother's mother), hummed gingerly as she stood on her very sturdy stool to reach far, far back into the very high, high shelf for the baking goods; her plump white fingers tugged at the shoebox full of tin cutter's, some quite old, older than she, one quite new and sharp. Mice leapt discreetly to the sides of the shelf so as not to fall down with the shoebox, the cherry cheeked Mormor and her plump fingers where they would surely meet the end of her broomstick. Soon it was St. Lucia and this was when her official holiday baking season was launched each year. The winter darkness was a cosy time, one for family sitting around the fire, glogg making, crocheting and knitting with great intent to finishing the grandchildren's Christmas scarves and colourful socks just in the nick of time. In the village the church bells rang and although she would not go to the St. Lucia ceremony this year, her grand-son, Benny would be skating across the well frozen pond afterwards, tromping up the glistening snowy hill that her old red farmhouse sat upon and entering her kitchen with a calamity of excitement. He was always hungry. She threw the ingredients memorised from her mother's recipe into a large wooden bowl, the smell of familiar spices delighted her as she listened to the St. Lucia songs coming from the broadcast on her small television sitting on a small table by the window. Of course she'd already made the Lucia buns in advance so little Benny once defrosted from his frisky jaunt could curl up next to the fire, sip warm chocolaty milk and delight in the spoils of his Mormor's snuggly, warm hearted ways. Being the only grandson in a flock of cousins and sisters was wretched at times, however it gave him more specialness, a sense of well deserved indulgences which he eagerly clamoured for since he was so small that her apron strings swayed above his cinnamon coloured hair. For years they had spent days together, baking, preparing his favourite dinner, mashed potatoes with meatballs covered in ketchup; watching soccer matches on the telly and his specialness grew and grew so very big that he knew that know one mattered more than himself. Mormor had lost her husband before Benny was born, thus showering him with as much affection as she did confections.
Campfire Horror 4
The rusty hinges groaned as Sam Slammed the trunk of his beat-up sedan shut. It's been eight years since he'd seen his old friends, and the invitation for a reunion camping trip stirred up a bittersweet mix of nostalgia and anxiety. His siblings bombarded him with warnings – the long drive, the 'unreliability' of his friends. Sam, just looking to reconnect with old friends, ignored their pleas.
The Doll's Curse
In a quaint little town nestled deep within the woods, there stood an old abandoned mansion, shrouded in mystery and whispers of the past. For decades, the mansion had remained untouched, its darkened windows and crumbling walls serving as a haunting reminder of the secrets it held within.
LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJPublished 16 days ago in HorrorThe Cursed Gift
In a quaint little town nestled deep in the countryside, there lived a young girl named Emily. It was her 10th birthday, and her parents had prepared a special surprise for her. As Emily unwrapped the beautifully adorned box, she couldn't contain her excitement.
LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJPublished 17 days ago in HorrorThe Haunted Room
In the sleepy town of Ravenswood, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering forests, there stood an old mansion with a dark secret. The mansion was said to be haunted, its halls echoing with the whispers of restless spirits and its rooms hiding untold horrors.
LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJPublished 17 days ago in HorrorThe Haunting of Mathews Manor: A Tale of Terror
Nestled among the rolling hills of the English countryside, Mathews Manor stood as a grand testament to a bygone era. With its towering spires, ivy-clad walls, and sprawling grounds, it was a place of both beauty and mystery. But behind its stately façade lay a dark secret, one that would haunt the manor and its inhabitants for generations to come.
Nada solimanPublished 17 days ago in HorrorMountain Lake
The twin cousins and I decided to take out the fishing boat to Pine Mountain Lake without permission. The engine died in the middle of the lake and cell-phones were still relatively new, so naturally we had none. We attempted to use the ores to get back to the dock, but one of the cousins dropped the ore in the water and it floated away.
Beyond the Snow Wall: A Terrifying Encounter with Otherworldly Creatures
The small town of Frostwood nestled deep within the icy embrace of the northern wilderness was known for its picturesque landscapes and serene tranquility. Yet, beneath the pristine blanket of snow that blanketed the town, lay a chilling secret that few dared to whisper about. It was a tale woven with whispers of ancient legends and eerie folklore, a story of creatures that lurked beyond the snow wall, waiting to unleash terror upon the unsuspecting inhabitants.
Nada solimanPublished 17 days ago in HorrorSmall Town Murder
The events of this story are entirely fictional, any resemblance to real life events or people is coincidental. Small Towns are usually nice places to live. The population is sparse and people are much nicer than the city folk, who are so busy and stressed they don't have time to say hello, they find anyone who does to be strange. For example; London is infamous for having an unfriendly and rude population, but I can't even blame them. I hate cities to be frank. Sure, the many different shops are exciting to visit and the nightlife is excellent. I've had so many friends who went to university in the big British cities, like Liverpool and Manchester (I'm from the north of England). They made so many friends it was unreal, they honestly had the time of their lives meeting so many different and unique characters. So it's not all bad living in the city, but I personally find it stressful, and that's putting it lightly! When you're crammed into a tiny train, tram or bus like tuna fish, with the most obnoxious, drunk and aggressive people, it is a nightmare. You get so washed up in all this madness, you end up going insane a little bit too. Along with all this frustration, of rushing around trying to get from point A to B, alongside being overwhelmed by crowds of people, it's no wonder so many city boys go crazy and are so loud. Crime is rampant in the city, the many crime thrillers set in New York or Chicago aren't entirely fictional, it's all based on real terror. That's why when a murder happens in a metropolis, it's never talked about (unless it's particularly horrific) because it is in these concrete jungles where the scum tends to hide.
Joseph Roy WrightPublished 17 days ago in HorrorDreams of Darkness
In the quiet town of Willowbrook, nestled among ancient forests and shadowed hills, there was a house that stood apart from the rest. It was a place whispered about in hushed tones, its dark history woven into the fabric of local legend. This was the house of the dreamer, where nightmares were born.
LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJPublished 17 days ago in Horror