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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.
Dark Thoughts
The creek behind Olivia’s house loomed from the tree line, seemingly growing larger as the sound of cicadas grew increasingly louder. With effort Olivia finally wrenched her eyes away, shaking her head as if to clear it. She slammed the blinds down and shakily walked to her bed.
By Clever&WTF3 years ago in Horror
The Desk
It was an unassuming, old, wooden desk, tucked in the corner of the garage at the estate sale. Barely visible under the figurines, vases and other items with price tags it held, it had gone unnoticed by dozens of bargain hunters. Somehow, it called to Roger.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Horror
Basement Secrets: The Haunting Rumble
The old house creaked and groaned as the wind whipped through the trees outside. Inside, a young woman named Pooja sat alone in the living room, reading a book. She had been living in the house for a few months now, ever since her grandmother had passed away. The house was big and old, and it had a lot of strange noises and things. Pooja had gotten used to the creaks and groans, but there was one noise that she couldn't explain. It was a low, rumbling sound, like someone was snoring. It always came from the basement. Pooja had tried to ignore it at first, but it was getting harder and harder to do so. She was starting to get scared. One night, Pooja couldn't sleep. She kept hearing the rumbling sound from the basement. She got out of bed and went to the window. She looked out into the backyard, but she couldn't see anything. The trees were swaying in the wind, and the moon was hidden behind clouds. Pooja decided to go downstairs and investigate. She turned on the light and slowly made her way down the stairs. The basement was dark and damp, and it smelled like mildew. Pooja could hear the rumbling sound even louder now. It was definitely coming from the room at the end of the basement. Pooja took a deep breath and opened the door to the room. The rumbling sound stopped. Pooja stood in the doorway, her heart pounding. The room was empty, except for a few old boxes and a workbench. Pooja started to back out of the room when she heard a noise behind her. She froze. The noise came again and again. It was a low, guttural growl. Pooja turned around and saw a pair of glowing eyes in the darkness. She screamed and ran back up the stairs. She didn't stop running until she was back in her bedroom. She locked the door and hid under the covers. She didn't sleep a wink that night. The next day, Pooja called her friend, Arun, to come over. She told him what she had seen in the basement. Arun didn't believe her at first, but he agreed to come over and take a look. Pooja and Arun went downstairs to the basement. They opened the door to the room, and the rumbling sound started again. Arun turned on the light, and they both stared in shock. The room was full of strange, twisted creatures. They were all different sizes and shapes, and they were all covered in fur. They had sharp teeth and claws, and they were all staring at Pooja and Arun with hungry eyes. Pooja and Arun screamed and ran out of the basement. They didn't stop running until they were outside. They sat on the front porch, catching their breath. "What were those things?" Pooja asked. "I don't know," Arun said. "But I don't think they're friendly." Pooja and Arun called the police, but the police didn't believe them either. They said that Pooja and Arun were probably just imagining things. Pooja and Arun knew that they weren't imagining things. They had seen the creatures with their own eyes. They were real, and they were dangerous. Pooja and Arun decided to leave the house. They packed their things and moved into a new apartment. They never went back to the old house basement. But Pooja and Arun never forgot what they saw in the basement. They knew that the creatures were still there, waiting for them. They could feel their eyes on them, even when they were not looking. The creatures were always there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike. Pooja and Arun knew that one day, the creatures would come back, and they would be ready for them. They would fight back, and they would not let the creatures win.
By Geeta Arora3 years ago in Horror
Scary story
In the small, forgotten village of Ravensbrook, nestled at the edge of a dense, foreboding forest, a sense of unease lingered like a fog. Whispers of a sinister presence had haunted the village for generations, tales that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls.
By Jet The goat3 years ago in Horror
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By Addison Alder3 years ago in Horror
Whispers in the Shadows
I woke up in a dark room. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel the walls around me. They were cold and damp, and they seemed to be closing in on me. I tried to move, but I was tied to a chair. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I started to panic. I didn't know where I was or how I got there. The last thing I remembered was going to bed in my own home. I had no idea what was happening to me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I was completely helpless. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down, but it was no use. I was terrified. Suddenly, I heard a noise. It was a soft noise, like someone was moving around in the room. I opened my eyes and saw a figure standing in the shadows. The figure was tall and thin, and it was wearing a black cloak. I couldn't see its face, but I could feel its eyes on me. The figure started to walk towards me. I tried to scream again, but still no sound came out. The figure got closer and closer, until it was right in front of me. I could see its face now. It was a hideous face, with sharp teeth and glowing red eyes. The figure smiled at me, and I felt a chill run down my spine. The figure raised its hand, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I screamed in agony, but the figure just kept smiling. The pain got worse and worse, until I couldn't take it anymore. I blacked out. When I woke up, I was back in my own bed. I was still tied to the chair, but the room was light and airy. I could hear birds chirping outside. I tried to move, and this time I was able to. I untied the ropes and got out of the chair. I walked over to the window and looked out. The sun was shining, and the birds were still chirping. It was a beautiful day, but I couldn't enjoy it. I was too scared. I didn't know what had happened to me, but I knew that I would never forget it. The horror of that night would stay with me forever. I never found out who the figure was or why it had kidnapped me. But I know that it's out there somewhere, waiting for its next victim. I spent the next few days trying to forget what had happened to me. I went back to work, I hung out with my friends, I tried to live my life as normal. But it was no use. The memory of that night was always there, in the back of my mind. One night, I was sleeping in my bed when I had a dream. In the dream, I was back in the dark room. The figure was there, standing in the shadows. It smiled at me, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I woke up in a cold sweat. I knew that the figure was real. It was out there, somewhere. And it was coming for me. I couldn't sleep that night. I just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. I was too scared to close my eyes. I knew that if I did, I would see the figure again. The next day, I went to the police. I told them what had happened to me, but they didn't believe me. They said that it was just a bad dream. I knew that it wasn't a dream. I knew that the figure was real. And I knew that it was coming for me. I started to see the figure everywhere I went. I would see it out of the corner of my eye, just disappearing into the shadows. I would hear its footsteps behind me, when I was the only one in the room. I was starting to lose my mind. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I couldn't concentrate. I was always looking over my shoulder, waiting for the figure to appear. One day, I was walking home from work when I saw the figure again. It was standing across the street from me, just watching me. I froze, unable to move. The figure started to walk towards me. I turned and ran, but it was faster than me. It caught up to me and grabbed me by the arm. I screamed, but no sound came out. The figure dragged me into an alleyway and threw me to the ground. I looked up and saw the figure's face. It was even more hideous than I remembered
By Geeta Arora3 years ago in Horror
Irina's Possession
Nestled atop a desolate hill, the ancient Victorian mansion stood as a dark sentinel against the moonlit sky. It exuded an aura of foreboding, its weathered façade a testament to the years it had endured in silence. Local legends spoke of whispers that carried through the breeze and inexplicable lights that flickered behind its curtained windows. Tales of paranormal activities and possession had turned the mansion into a place of dread, yet fascination.
By Ibtasam Ahmed Siddiqui3 years ago in Horror
