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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 Green Death
My sleepy little town had nothing exciting to do, at all. Keeping myself entertained was a chore. I wasn’t much for school or keeping a long attention span. Hence why my nickname was Flit; I flit from one thing to another like a little hummingbird. My story starts the summer after my senior year. I was so glad to be done with school and could not wait till the fall so I could turn 18. I was born late in the year and my parents opted to keep me with my class. I didn’t really have a party in mind so I pulled out a notebook and started scrawling some ideas.
By Laura (Mea) Carlozzi 4 years ago in Horror
The Gray of Sunset
It happened when I was on my way home from the flea market across state lines. I sell things I make out of junk mostly. The term is Trash Sculptures in the community I belong to, but I never liked that term. Some may call them junk but to me, their treasures. I make all kinds of things from stuff I find at the dump. People, vehicles, animals, whatever catches my eye. They sell pretty good, but not in my home state. I usually end up driving to Sadies Flea Market, one of these huge sprawling outdoor markets in Alabama, to sell my wares. The people there love them, and today was the first time in a while I've come back with anything.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Horror
Genre Survey: Southern Gothic
From the muddy brown waters of the Mississippi to the coal black mines in Appalachia, the American South has long had its share of stories best told in the dark. These tales of violence, racial tensions, religious extremism and supernatural horror are often smothered in a humid blanket of delirium and reality-bending nightmarish elements that have haunted the American South for over a century. The artistic genre of Southern Gothic combines these macabre and horror elements along with the evolution of the history and character of the region to create many classic works of literature, art, and music, as well as widely popular movies and television.
By Charlotte Davidson4 years ago in Horror
Horror stories - Myths and Legends Based On Real Events - part 2
The internet is full of all kinds of horror stories, but most of them are just that - simple fantastical concoctions to tell friends around the campfire or in front of the fireplace on frosty winter evenings.
By Viorel Secareanu4 years ago in Horror
This village has been deserted for 300 years, only one unsatisfied soul roams around
Numerous houses spread over the vast area of the village. But there are no people in any of them. For almost 300 years standing Kuldhara! Folklore has it that this thriving village in Rajasthan was deserted overnight. Many claim that the unsatisfied soul wanders in the uninhabited Kuldhara! Tried to settle there, but had to face various ghostly horrors. This is also the demand of the locals. Kuldhara can be seen in the desert about 18 km west of Jaisalmer, the city of the golden fort. It was once known as the settlement of Palibal Brahmins. But today their descendants are no longer seen. No people can be seen in Kuldhara. However, the government has made arrangements so that the place does not become desolate. Nowadays it is under the Archeological Survey of India (ASI). ASI has arranged the entry of tourists by buying tickets. But Kuldhara was once crowded. Why is this situation in the village? Various Munis have different views on this. According to many, Salim Singh, the prime minister of Jaisalmer during the Rajaraja era, had his eye on the village chief's daughter. Salim wanted to forcefully marry her. He also warned the villagers for that. Salim gets what he wants. He also warned that the results will not be good if the village head's daughter is not handed over to him. Otherwise, he threatened to increase the rent of the villagers. Realizing the danger, the Palibal Brahmins quickly sat in a meeting with the 85 village councils. It was decided there that the residents would leave the village overnight to save the village chief's daughter from Salim. That is what Kuldhara did. The village was empty in one night. There is no sign of life in this village except for a few trees. But the crowd of curious tourists continues. In the story of Salim and the village chief's daughter, many have also found a love affair. They claim that Salim wanted to marry the village chief's daughter after falling in love with her. But the villagers were not happy with it. Before leaving the village, they killed the girl to protect the honor of the family. Like another group, they were fed up with Salim collecting such high rents from the villagers. But he could not oppose Salim's decision. Therefore, the villagers left Kuldhara and settled elsewhere. Many tourists step into Kuldhara due to its mystery. They said that the Sar Sar houses in Kuldhara are still almost intact. The rice of some houses was blown away, but the mud walls did not fall. However, many claim to have had an uncomfortable feeling there. Locals claim that even today the unsatisfied spirit of the village chief's daughter wanders in Kuldhara. Although the debate continues today. But apart from folklore there are mentions of Kuldhara in history. In the 13th century, the inhabitants settled in Kuldhara village in Jaisalam area from the city of Pali in Rajasthan. In 1815 it is said to have been deserted. In the book 'Tarikh-e-Jaisalmer' written by Lakshmi Chand in 1899, various information about Kuldhara is available. It is written that a Palibal Brahmin named Karhan first started living in this village. Originally the Brahmins of the Palibal community of Jodhpur lived in this village. Along with agriculture, they used to earn through trade. At least 410 houses in Kuldhara are almost dilapidated. Along with that, three tombs were also found. There are several wells. But there are no people to fill it with water. 300 years ago, people disappeared from that prosperous village overnight. Why? There is no lack of public opinion about it!
By Bijan Mondal4 years ago in Horror
A 'haunted' village in Bangladesh
No people live in this village of Jhenaidah, Bangladesh for 90 years. Like ten other villages in the country, there are houses, ponds, fields full of crops. But there are no people here to eat them or stay at home. Anyone will be surprised to hear this. But no, I am not explaining the scenario of a horror movie. Nor is it a foreign island. There is such a village in Bangladesh. Where there has been no human habitation for nearly a hundred years. The name of the village is Mangalpur. This village is located in Elangi Union of Kotchandpur Upazila of Jhenaidah. The village exists in official records. There is cropland, pond, trees. Just no noise. There is a legend that many years ago, the people of Mangalpur village were filled with fear of 'Amangal'. People left the village in fear. Since then the village has been deserted. There are still fields of various crops including paddy, lentil, sugarcane and fruit orchards all over the village. There are ruins of several settlements. There are also several ponds. Which proves that once upon a time people lived here very well. But why no one lives here. Such questions are surely arising in your mind again and again. Let's know the story behind it- There are still crop fields, orchards In this regard, an elderly person of Kotchandpur area, Mosharf Hossain, said that 80 to 90 years ago, cholera disease spread in the form of an epidemic in Mangalpur village. Many people died in it. In panic, others took refuge in nearby villages. Some families left the village out of fear and moved to India. Amirul Islam of neighboring Balabaria village said that most of the people of Mangalpur village belonged to the Hindu community. Many people died when cholera became epidemic in the village. At that time, a word spread in the village that the water in the canals, ponds and wells of the village had been destroyed. Everyone must die here. After this campaign, the people of the village moved to India in groups. Some people moved to neighboring villages, who later moved elsewhere. These are many years ago. But long after that, 80-90 years ago, Hazra Tagore and Nipin Tagore were staying here. After they died, the last family member named Neto Thakur lived in Mangalpur, when he was later killed, the village became completely depopulated. It is known that there was an influential person named Mangal Pathan in this region. The village was later named Mangalpur after him. Mangal Pathan had a huge house on three acres of land. A 30 to 40 inch wide mud wall was raised around the house. Standing on the high bank of the nearby pond, no one could be seen inside the house. His family was very reserved. The girls of the house never went out. He would not even meet any outside man. Mangal Pathan once died there. His grave is still in this village. The once bustling village has been abandoned for 150 years No one can say exactly why the once bustling village became so desolate. And time has passed a lot. So no one of this generation even looks into this matter. But the most common reason is that once cholera and smallpox occur here, the people of the village start dying. Most of them were children. Doctors - Kabiraj, Ojha, Osudh-Jharphuk were not working at all. Villagers start believing that this is happening due to some divine power. None of them will survive here. So everyone left the village and fled. Later their successors came and sold their land to the people of the neighboring villages to get rid of the trouble. They are now cultivating these lands. But no one settled. Elangi UP Chairman Mizanur Rahman said that Elangi union consists of 16 villages. Mangalpur is one of them. Mangalpur is a village on the border of Jhenaidah's Kaliganj, Kotchandpur and Jessore's Chowagacha upazilas. But no people lived in this village. They heard word of mouth that the people of the village left the village in fear of the unknown. He also said that the people of the present generation had forgotten about the deserted village. Which everyone got to know again through the newspaper. According to the land office of Elangi UP, Mangalpur village is located in Mangalpur mauza number 66. There is only one village in this mouza. There are 206 registered lands in the village. But no family. Kotchandpur upazila executive officer Asaduzzaman Ripon said that he was not aware of the matter. He said that they will find out why a village has become depopulated.
By Bijan Mondal4 years ago in Horror
Vabla is fine
His mother was very worried about Vabla. Vabla is getting older. Passed eighteen in this Asadha, but absolutely Gobarganesh in intellect. no father Two hours at the widowed mother Chowdhurybari. Mother-son's day goes on in whatever way Henshel pushes. However, for his son, he did not reduce medicine, amulets and charms. But there was no improvement. The real name of the boy has been lost for a long time. The name Vabla given by the neighbors has survived. Vabla is a laughing stock for many people in the neighborhood. This was just a few months ago. Vabla's mother is still alive. From that night he had fever. In the morning, when he realized that there was no way to go out today, he called the boy and told him to bring the news to Chowdhurybari. Not such a hard task. Vabla was also out. But as soon as he came to the corner, he fell into the clutches of Bakesh. Chai Bakesh of the neighborhood's fat boys chatted with their friends over tea. Seeing Vabla scurry away this morning gave him a headache. As soon as he came close, he said, "Hey, that's the thing!" Where are you going this morning?' Vabla had to stop after hearing Bakesh's shrill cry. He staggered and said, "Ch-ch-Chowdhury Jatha's house." 'What the hell!' Bakesh almost fell from the sky. "I will go to Chowdhury Jatha's house, why this way?" Vabla was more nervous at Bakesh's words and said, 'K-K-Why! Is the path wrong?' Absolutely. Bakesh rolled his eyes and said, 'Meanwhile, who told you about your Chowdhury Jatha's house! Have you ever gone?' Thing is, Chaudhuribari is on this road. Vabla has gone before. But all of a sudden Bakesh's words got confused. After being silent for a while, Mata said to Chul, "I don't feel like going." Which way is the house? 'Which way?' Bakesh said, frowning, 'how to explain? What a mess boy, don't mess it up again.' In fact, after the field was created, an answer did not immediately come to his mind. Next to Bakesh was Google. He said, 'Don't be afraid, Master. Tell me, I can explain.' Little Google's head is pretty clear about these things. Bakesh shook his head. With Guru's permission, he looked at Google and showed the road to Chandmari on the left side of the intersection and said, 'Bhabhisni Vabla, go straight along this road. A little further is Chandmari field. When I go, I can see a herd of moose grazing. If you see a raven sitting on one of its horns, don't worry.' 'Why go?' Vabla asked with interest. 'Why!' replied Google with wide eyes, this time just throw a rock and blow it up. The house where the crow flies and sits is your Chowdhury Jatha's house. 'True!' said Vabla, shaking her head. "Not only true, three true." Bakesh patted Google's back and said, "You will remember that?" Or forget again?' 'Yes-yes‚ will remember.' Vabla said with enthusiasm. "Then run without delay." No need to say more. Vabla ran towards Chandmari. No mother cares about such a son? There is no father. It can be said that Vabla's mother took care of her son as long as he was alive. Even though he worked as a cook in Chowdhury Bari, there was a small homestead left by his father-in-law in a good place near the market. So there was no thought in that direction. However, thinking about Vabla, the mother thought many times that she would sell the land and house and make a sure arrangement for her son with that money. Good customers were also found. But the chief of Chowdhury Bara got the trust of Gojen Chowdhury and did not go that way. When he heard the news, he said, 'What is the need to sell such a good land now, Bamundidi! As the place is getting crowded day by day, after a few years it will be worth the price. And there are thousands of us. I can say this much, Vabla Ban will not be washed away in your rotation.' Gojen Chowdhury is not only the chief of Chowdhury Bari, but also a lawyer at the dock site of Sadar Adalat. money man Vabla's mother had a little faith in that man's words, but if she knew that before the year was over, she would have to die from this world, then she would have thought differently. The body had been making noise for a long time. That's why Dubela was pushing Chowdhury home. Didn't let Vabla know either. Suddenly it was all over. After only three days of fever, blindfolded forever. Gajen Chowdhury, the chief of Chowdhury Bari, did not forget his words. One day after Shraddhashanti left, he came to Vabla himself. nice people Taking out a scented handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped his eyes and said, 'Bamundidi was a good man in Wabbler. I couldn't imagine leaving like this. What can I say, I haven't had a potty at home since then. Too much trouble. no mother The potty vabbler has not ridden in the house since then. The day is going on as the chatti is torn and chewed. It is not known how many days it will meet. He did not know what to say in reply. In fact, he did not learn to speak properly. Then again in front of the chief Gojen Chowdhury. He just stared. Gojen Chowdhury wiped his eyes again with his handkerchief. Snorting, he lowered his throat and said, "I spoke to Bamundidi in Wabbler, so I left everything and ran." 'W-what?' said Vabla gulping. What else! In this situation, can I sit without making fun of you!' What else will Vabla answer to this? Gojen Chowdhury said, 'Listen, there is no mother. What else to do here in this old broken house? So I thought a lot and made a good arrangement. I fixed a new house for you. Say what, hang in there. There is also an all-time man of cooking, fiformash bed. If you agree now, tell me. Vabla never had to think about these things. He doesn't even have the power. So he shook his head in silence. Gazen Chowdhury breathed a sigh of relief. Come on, but I see it's over! I was thinking big for a few days. Listen, when it becomes vacant, this house will also have to be arranged. I will send the papers, give it all with a few tips. Will also send some cash for the bill. I didn't think. Gojen Chowdhury once again wiped his eyes with a handkerchief and left. The next day, a large van came to the house with several people. They hurriedly took the few belongings in the house into the car. Picked up Vabla too. Then he hung a lock on the door and left. After a while, when the car appeared in front of a large house surrounded by a garden on the outskirts of the city, it saw a collection of wobblers. Such a house has only been seen with the eyes, there was no opportunity to enter inside. A shiny new two-storied house. Nice garden, pond nearby. Knowing that you will be able to live in such a house, you are very happy. Meanwhile, the matter is different and how will he know? In fact, the house belongs to Shashi Howladar, a client of Gojen Chowdhury. He bought the old garden and built the house. Hobby stuff, so don't look at the cost. But after returning home, he could not stay for two nights. It can be said that he escaped and survived. Then tried several more times. But it didn't help. At the end, he tried to recover some of the expenses by paying rent. Good tenants were also found. But they could not last more than one night. Sadh's house is now the throat of Shashi Howladar. A very big house in the suburbs. At least one person is needed to look after. But lately people are not getting accepted in double mine. In this condition, he caught Gojen Chowdhury. Karitkarma Gojen Chowdhury did not waste the opportunity after getting Vabla at hand. So many vabblers are not supposed to know that. Beza happily took a bed in the two-story south-opening main room with a blanket. The people, however, did not delay. He left the bar after dropping the goods. Meanwhile, Gojen Chowdhury has not seen the working man he talked about. At noon, Vabla was half-asleep on the bed, watching the outside scene through the open window, after chewing a piece of chatti and drinking a glass of water. The divine breeze. Much better than the old house. Thinking a little drowsy, suddenly it seemed as if someone moved with a little peek at the other side of the window. Vabla sat up almost trembling. 'A-K work grandfather or not?' Chowdhury Jatha's workman has arrived, thought Bhabla. But there was no response for a few minutes. Going to sleep again thinking that the eyes are wrong, the head was seen again on the other side of the window. Scaly hair. The hair is bunched up on the tips of the two ears. Most of the two long molars have protruded. The man looked at him with narrowed eyes. Vabla said, 'J-Janalar, why go there, grandfather. Y-there's a door over there, b-come in.' How shocked the man was. But it did not take time to cope. When he said in his voice, 'Why? Ami!' 'But who else?' Vybla said, 'There are no more two people in the house. Don't worry, less work.' 'Ah!' The visitor gave a snarky look at Vabla. Kash's two teeth came out a little more. Then the man who looked like a ladder almost filled with air, slipped through the gap and entered inside. Grinding his teeth, he said, "You look at me like you're old!" Aren't you scared?' 'B-Why should I be afraid!' Vabla said in surprise, 'B-I've been waiting for you ever since. I am in great pain after chewing for two or three hours.' The man almost squirmed at that word. He said in a terrible voice, "No, I'm scared!" I climbed through the windows of the two floors, and did not get scared even when I saw him! Why would you be afraid? In the house of S-Sebar Chowdhury Jatha, a thief had stolen the pipe from the two-story house. What kind of situation is there in A-A!' Ah, I understand! He is the one who weaves the moon dots, but he did not cut anything!' 'Wh-What is it?' Vabla hesitated a little at the beginning and said, "B-understood." 'Ah, Bonjha gechenhe tanhle!' said the man very happily, he is scared isn't he? 'Why should you be afraid!' almost fell from the sky. If it gets a little cold, it becomes so smooth. Everyone calls it nakashashti. It may feel a bit cold in the room. But don't worry. It will be fixed in two days. The man couldn't stand it anymore. With a snarl, a flash of fire flashed in his eyes and he tore his head from his neck. Then he threw it to the ground and practiced the dumdam volley with both legs for a while. At the end, he put two teeth on the torso again and looked. Vabla was looking at the man's body in surprise. The man clapped his hands happily as he put his head back on his torso and said, 'Wow, great magic, Dada!' The man put his head back in place and just looked at Vabla. Instantly his teeth were back in. Dry dysentery. He said, "Oh, magic!" Where?' 'Why, look at that now. Santoshkumar's magic happened at the service fair. Just like this, he cut his head from his torso and put it back on! Did you learn from Santoshkumar? Vabla has not been able to say both things to anyone till date. No one spoke to him like that. Having got a new partner, the mouth of that vabbler has started to boil today. Words do not have that inertia. But the other side is not a vessel to leave. A little lost, he put a hand outside the window. The hand became very long and reached the tip of a coconut tree in the distance. Immediately he tore a Neyapati can and threw it in front of Vabla and said, 'Kin Bunjhle Ember?' I understand, grandpa. You are better than Santosh Kumar. Let's see a couple of such magic at work. Pretty fun.' 'No!' The man sat down with his hands on his head in great despair. Looking at Vabla in the distance with pitiful eyes, he muttered to himself, 'I see that he has become pale! Five men live in the garden. Man, if a crow enters by mistake, there is no way to escape. And so far nothing has entered the brain of the thrower! 'What are you muttering, grandpa?' Vabla asked eagerly. "I'm telling you, I've never seen a brain full of dung like yours, Bapu!" 'Absolutely right, grandpa. Vabla said with a cheeky smile, 'That's why everyone named Vabla. Nothing wants to enter the head easily. Don't see, that day Bakeshda's words did not have to be insulted.' 'Ah!' At this moment, the man's eyes were slightly shiny. That's good, Bapu. Otherwise, what you were playing, there was no more to show your face in the society.' What, what did you say, Go Dada? I could not understand anything. Now I understand there is no more work. Give it a few days. After learning, I clear the head dung a little. You will understand then. Now let's cut the box and bring it. Well said, Grandpa. To tell you the truth, talking to you for so long seems to make me feel a little inside. Dada cut the box and quickly go to the market. A few days after tearing and chewing it fell into the mouth. Cook a lot of lamb tonight.' A few days have passed since then. Vabla is doing well in the new house. All day companion is the work person of all time. Earlier he used to spend the whole day lost at home. Now the time passes in many words. The man's cooking does not even have an answer. On that first day, not only the mutton, but also the chital had arranged fish pate. Wabbler is fed up. New forms are constantly being developed. The two of them were talking that day about what to cook for lunch. Suddenly, the boss Gojen Chowdhury entered by pushing the door. He has already returned to the district after eating well for two hours. Looking at it, he swallowed hard and said, 'This is my father's life, live..., I came to see how Thudi is doing.' By that time Vabla saw with half an eye that the other person in the room had already vanished into thin air. He laughed and said, "There is no need to say anything, Jatha." Not only alive, but divinely well. May you be victorious. Gojen Chowdhury could not have thought that such a quick answer would be found in the mouth of Vybla. He just stared. Seeing that, Vabla said, 'Well done Jyatha, Obari's document was printed on the same day. But I have not received the document of this house yet. Will also send cash as promised. It seems like. Needless to say, Gazen Chowdhury did not speak after that. Somehow escaped and survived. As soon as Gojen Chowdhury left, Vabla saw that the other person in the room had appeared at the right place. again He said, 'Suddenly, when it vanishes, Dada!' 'There is no way to be?' The other side almost screamed. Gozen lawyer's head is no longer filled with dung. Vanish if not get the chance to talk so much? I can see that your head has cleared up a lot! Enough talking! But what were you talking about? 'Heh-heh.' Vabla laughed. So don't worry. When you live in the garden, I will leave you there. Do whatever you want, don't even go to see. Instead of me, you have to deal with the ghost, Thudi Bhutoda. Tell me, where can I find a person who works like a thousand?
By Bijan Mondal4 years ago in Horror
Horror stories - Myths and Legends. Part 1
The Bloody Mary legend A long time ago, it is said that there was a young woman, Mary, 16 years old. Her father was a doctor and her mother was a housewife. During some medical tests, Mary was diagnosed by her father with a very serious disease, unknown at that time.
By Viorel Secareanu4 years ago in Horror
