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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 Wandering Gravestones and Beasts
The ground shook beneath his already unsteady feet, his balance was lost as he staggered, he was quickly flung down when something tugged at his feet violently. As he fell over, he could feel something metal and sharp wedge itself into his skull as his head hit the ground, forcing him to let out a loud scream that tragically couldn’t be heard over the sound of the ever approaching train. He tried to quickly get his hands firm on the ground to get himself back upright. His head was pulled away from the train track, and the metal piece slid out of the new gap made in his head and skull. His shaggy brown hair was now turning a dark red as blood trickled down his neck, and poured into his frightened jade green eyes.
By Madison B. 3 years ago in Horror
Candle Lit (A Jarod Story)
“Only I can see in the dark,” the voice said, echoing against the rigid cave walls. He lifted his face slowly up, trying to rise from his flat on his belly position. His hands rested on a hard, rough surface. As he moved them slightly, he could feel sharp pains in his arms, and could feel the dirt creeping through the slashes in his hands. He could barely see, but he could hear the faint dripping of water, the clicking of the bats resting above his head, and the little feet of scurrying critters. He felt a tickling sensation on his back left calf, and quickly tried to kick off the intruder. What he quickly realized to be a spider, clung tightly onto the desperate men’s leg. By this point, he jumped up onto his feet, and stumbled backwards from the sudden movement. His head came down hard, it took him a second to recover, and realize the spider has clamored off of him before the fall, or possibly flung off from the immense force. Either way, the man was grateful for the spider to be gone.
By Madison B. 3 years ago in Horror
Ukraine War | The Russian Sleep Experiment
Russia War: The Russian Sleep Experiment is a creepypasta which tells the tale of 5 test subjects being exposed to an experimental sleep-inhibiting stimulant in a Soviet-era scientific experiment, which has become the basis of an urban legend. Many news organizations, including Snopes and LiveAbout, trace the story's origins to a website,now known as the Creepypasta being posted on August 10, 2010, by a user named OrangeSoda, whose real name is unknown.
By Marie Curie3 years ago in Horror
The Haunted Photograph
It was a dreary day in Istanbul, and I was walking through the streets trying to keep myself dry from the persistent rain. As I walked past an antique shop, something caught my eye in the window display. It was an old photograph, black and white, of a family sitting together in front of a fireplace. There was something eerie about the picture that I couldn't quite put my finger on, but I couldn't stop looking at it.
By Egecan Turan3 years ago in Horror
21 Very Short and Addicting Stories You Can Read Online
It can be extremely hard to find time to read these days. With our lives cluttered with work, school, life, and new amazing episodes of Game of Thrones and all of these new movies…..who has time to read? I have a stack of books waiting for me in my “to be read” pile.
By shiras ahamed3 years ago in Horror
The Thrill of Terror. Content Warning.
For centuries, humans have been captivated by the spine-tingling sensations that horror experiences evoke. Whether through literature, film, or immersive attractions, the horror genre has a unique ability to tap into our deepest fears and push the boundaries of our comfort zones. In this essay, we will delve into the allure and impact of horror experiences, examining the psychological factors that make them both terrifying and exhilarating. From the anticipation and suspense to the adrenaline rush and the lingering effects, the horror genre offers a complex and unforgettable journey into the depths of human emotion.
By Yousef Saleem3 years ago in Horror
The Shadow in the Attic
Chapter 1: Unsettling Discoveries The old Victorian house stood at the edge of town, casting a sinister shadow over the neighborhood. Legend had it that the house was cursed, and the townsfolk avoided it at all costs. But when the Carter family moved in, they had no idea of the horrors that awaited them. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow, the Carters began settling into their new home. Mr. Carter, an adventurous man, was thrilled by the thought of living in a haunted house. However, Mrs. Carter felt a strange unease and couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. Chapter 2: A Ghastly Presence Days turned into weeks, and a sinister atmosphere enveloped the house. Unexplained noises echoed through the halls at night, and objects would move on their own. Each morning, the Carters would find their belongings rearranged, as if an invisible force had taken residence in their home. One day, as Mrs. Carter ventured into the attic to sort through some old boxes, a cold breeze sent a shiver down her spine. The dim light struggled to penetrate the dark corners of the attic, casting long, foreboding shadows. As she rummaged through dusty trunks, she stumbled upon a worn-out journal, its pages filled with cryptic symbols and ominous drawings. Chapter 3: Unraveling the Mystery Driven by a mixture of curiosity and mounting dread, Mrs. Carter delved deeper into the journal's secrets. The pages hinted at a dark history, describing a malevolent presence that had plagued the house for centuries. It spoke of a ritual gone wrong and a vengeful spirit trapped within the attic. Determined to rid their home of this evil, Mrs. Carter sought the help of a local historian. The elderly scholar revealed that the curse had been passed down through generations, and the attic was the epicenter of its power. He warned them that confronting the spirit could unleash unimaginable horrors. Chapter 4: The Final Confrontation Armed with the historian's advice, the Carters braced themselves for the impending battle with the malevolent force that lurked above. They gathered talismans and protective artifacts, creating a makeshift barrier against the supernatural. As the clock struck midnight, the attic door creaked open on its own, revealing a chilling darkness. Slowly, they climbed the stairs, their breaths becoming shallow with each step. The air grew heavy, and an otherworldly presence pressed against them. In the attic, they found themselves face-to-face with a swirling vortex of shadows. The spirit, distorted and twisted, emanated a bonechilling laughter. With each passing second, the entity grew stronger, threatening to consume them. Desperation took hold of the Carters as they fought for their lives. Chapter 5: Triumph or Tragedy? Summoning every ounce of strength and courage, the Carters chanted the ancient incantation they had discovered in the journal. As the words echoed through the attic, the shadows writhed in agony. A blinding light erupted, banishing the spirit back to the realm it came from. Exhausted but victorious, the Carters emerged from the attic, gasping for breath. The house felt lighter, as if a heavy weight had been lifted. The curse that had plagued the home for centuries had finally been broken. Years passed, and the Carters' tale became a whispered legend in town. The house that was once known for its malevolence now stood as a symbol of triumph. However, to this day, every time a gust of wind blows through the neighborhood, some say they can still hear a faint, haunting whisper, a reminder of the horrors that once consumed the house. Though the Carter family had emerged victorious, they couldn't erase the lingering sense of unease that remained within them. They had glimpsed the dark depths of the supernatural, forever changing their perspective on the world. As for the house, it stood as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. It was eventually sold to a new family, unaware of its dark history. They moved in, oblivious to the shadowy presence that had been vanquished but not forgotten. Rumors circulated, as they always do, about strange occurrences and eerie sightings in the house. Some claimed to have seen flickering lights in the attic or heard the faint sound of distant laughter. The town's residents exchanged knowing glances, understanding the truth that the house was forever marked by its haunted past. The shadow in the attic may have been banished, but its legacy lived on, a chilling reminder that darkness could still lurk within the seemingly ordinary. The house became a cautionary tale, a reminder to tread carefully in the realms where the line between the living and the dead is blurred. And so, the house on the edge of town continues to stand, its walls holding secrets and echoes of the past. Some believe that the spirits of the Carter family still linger, protecting the living from the malevolence that once gripped the house. But whether it be a ghostly presence or simply the power of imagination, one thing remains certain, the shadow in the attic left an indelible mark on the lives of those who dared to uncover its chilling secrets, forever etching their names in the annals of horror.
By Nick Douglass3 years ago in Horror
Forest of Grim
Grim stood there alone in the dark forest, his eyes shifting constantly as he surveyed the area. Around him were the tall and densely clustered trees, their branches reaching out to each other like a canopy of darkness. The air was oppressive and still, the oppressive heat of summer making itself known, yet somehow, Grim felt a chill.
By Shawn Benjamin3 years ago in Horror
