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Echoes of the Other Side 2 (A Short Horror Story)
First Story https://vocal.media/horror/echoes-of-the-other-side As I walked into the precinct, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. The last case had left its mark, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to face another one. But I knew I had to, it was my duty as a detective. The case that had been assigned to me was a strange one. A string of murders had been occurring in the city, and the victims all had one thing in common - they had all been involved in a cult that was rumored to be involved in dark rituals.
By Umut Çalışkan3 years ago in Horror
The possessed mirror
A woman buys an antique glass for her new apartment, but soon discovers that it's further than just a piece of cabinetwork. The glass seems to reflect a crooked interpretation of reality, and the woman begins to see intimidating fancies every time she looks into it.
By AshDream_Story3 years ago in Horror
The cursed painting
A family inherits an old oil from their ancestors, but soon strange effects begin to be. The oil seems to change before their eyes, and they begin to see ghostly numbers arising from the oil. The family must uncover the oil's dark history before it's too late."
By AshDream_Story3 years ago in Horror
Trapped in Horror
It was supposed to be a fun weekend trip with musketeers. Four of them had decided to rent a cabin in the forestland, where they could spend their days hiking, fishing, and relaxing by the fire. They arrived on Friday autumn, and everything sounded perfect. The cabin was cozy, and the forestland were beautiful. But as night fell, effects took a dark turn.
By AshDream_Story3 years ago in Horror
The Millville.
It was a dark and stormy night, and the small town of Millville was enveloped in a thick fog. Jenny, a young college student, had just arrived at her aunt's old farmhouse on the outskirts of town. She had come to spend the summer studying for her exams, but as soon as she stepped into the house, she felt a sense of unease. The old wooden floors creaked beneath her feet, and the shadows seemed to move in the corners of her vision.
By Mahadi Hasan Rafi3 years ago in Horror
THE INDELIBLE
The old, abandoned house sat at the end of a long, winding path, its windows boarded up, and its doors locked. Rumors of spirits haunting the place kept people away, and there was a sense of unease among those who dared to venture to its gates. But Jack was determined to explore the house and find out what was inside for himself.
By Joy Enajedu3 years ago in Horror
Echoes of the Other Side
As I approached the old mansion, I could feel a sense of foreboding settling over me. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the property, and the once grand building was now a dilapidated shell. Despite my misgivings, I continued on, steeling myself for what lay ahead. I had been hired by a group of paranormal investigators to look into the strange occurrences that had been reported in the mansion. People claimed to hear whispers in the night, doors opening and closing on their own, and footsteps echoing throughout the halls. I wasn't convinced that there was anything supernatural going on, but I was determined to find out.
By Umut Çalışkan3 years ago in Horror
The Haunted House on Oak Street
The old Victorian house on Oak Street had been abandoned for years, its once-grand façade now faded and crumbling. For most of the townsfolk, it was simply an eyesore, a blight on the otherwise picturesque neighborhood. But for those who knew its history, it was something far more sinister. Rumors swirled about the house. Some said it was haunted by the ghosts of its former occupants, while others whispered that it was cursed by an ancient spell. But the truth was even darker than anyone could have imagined. The house had once belonged to a wealthy family, the Covingtons. They were known throughout the town for their lavish parties and extravagant lifestyle. But as the years passed, the Covingtons became increasingly reclusive, rarely venturing out of their mansion on Oak Street. One night, a fire broke out in the house. The townspeople rushed to help, but it was too late. The Covingtons were all dead, their bodies charred beyond recognition. After the fire, the house sat empty for years. It was rumored that strange things happened inside, that the ghosts of the Covingtons still roamed the halls. But no one ever dared to investigate. That is, until a young couple moved into the neighborhood. They were drawn to the old house on Oak Street, enchanted by its history and its architectural beauty. They bought the property and began restoring it to its former glory. At first, everything seemed fine. But soon, strange things started happening. Doors would slam shut on their own, footsteps echoed through the empty halls, and strange whispers could be heard in the dead of night. The couple tried to ignore it, but the eerie occurrences only grew more frequent and more intense. They began to feel like they were being watched, even when they were alone in the house. One night, the husband woke up to find his wife gone. He searched the house frantically, but she was nowhere to be found. Finally, he heard her voice coming from the basement. He raced down the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. When he reached the bottom, he found his wife standing in front of a hidden door. She was pale and trembling, her eyes fixed on the door as if she were in a trance. The husband tried to snap her out of it, but she was unresponsive. He finally gave up and opened the door himself, revealing a secret room filled with old books, strange artifacts, and a sinister-looking altar. As soon as they stepped inside the room, they knew that something was wrong. The air was thick with a dark, malevolent energy, and they could feel eyes upon them from every corner. Suddenly, they heard a sound from behind them. They turned to see the ghostly apparition of a woman, her face twisted in agony. She pointed at them, her eyes blazing with an otherworldly fury. The couple ran out of the room and out of the house, never to return. From that day on, the old house on Oak Street stood empty once more, a reminder of the darkness that lurked within its walls. The townsfolk whispered about the couple's disappearance, speculating about what had happened to them. Some said they had been driven mad by the ghosts of the Covingtons, while others believed they had been sacrificed in a dark ritual. But the truth was far more disturbing. The house on Oak Street was not haunted by ghosts or cursed by spells. It was a portal to a realm of unspeakable horror, a place where the veil between this world and the next was thin and fragile. And it was waiting, always waiting, for its next victims to step inside.
By Esther Usman3 years ago in Horror
