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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.
Are ghost real?
Dr. Hiles and Pastor Tim agree that “ghosts” – human beings who have died but have “souls” “with” us on Earth – are an alien concept from a biblical point of view. But Dr. Hiles also spoke of the Old Testament Witch of Endor, which involved the resurrection of Samuel's soul.
Echoes of Love: A Ghostly Romance Under the Moonlight
In the quiet town of Silverbrook, nestled between ancient forests and rolling hills, an unusual and captivating love story unfolded beneath the shimmering light of the moon. Nocturna and Darian, two souls caught in the realm between life and death, found solace and passion in their ghostly existence.
Saranya deviPublished 9 months ago in HorrorA pair of legs
Harry, an 11-year-old boy who lived with his mother in an old house in the countryside. That day, he was walking to the river to fish. He was used to doing that routine because he had been educated by his late father. Harry used a fishing rod to find fish. While waiting, he ate the lunch his mother made for him. He also ate a fruit he picked up on the way. He had never seen the fruit before, but it looked good to eat. He spent the rest of the afternoon with enough fish for him and his mother to eat in the evening.
Ilham Maulana AzizPublished 9 months ago in HorrorWhispers in the Abyss: The Haunting of Harrowmoor Manor
In the heart of the mist-shrouded countryside stood the imposing silhouette of Harrowmoor Manor, a place that exuded an air of unease even in the brightest daylight. Its ancient stones told tales of centuries gone by, whispered secrets and hidden horrors that had become an integral part of its very foundation. Locals spoke of strange lights flickering behind its windows at night and eerie moans carried by the wind.
- Top Story - August 2023
(In)Coherence: The Halls
There it sits on an ornate mahogany reading table, a small composition journal. It bears neither title nor author, but it calls to me. It feels like I have been looking for it. I pick it up, its spine is well-creased and pages yellowed. I open it and begin reading. The writing is all in neat but faded pencil graphite that my eyes struggle to see.
- Top Story - August 2023
For Whom the Whistle Blows
You awake alone on a train with trees drifting slowly by outside. You sit in the window seat, in the first row, facing forward. Looking behind yourself, you see that every seat stretching back to the door is empty, light that does not shine glittering in the eyes of people who are not there. It is dark in the car, the attendant hasn’t been seen for hours, and the only light comes from a perfectly full moon in a clear, cloudless sky.
Alexander McEvoyPublished 9 months ago in Horror To Kill
Red huddles against the corner, clenching his teeth together. Only now, after almost a year of his life, has Doctor Roget told him the reason he was created-- and only now does he feel terrible because of it.
Mojave Desert
In the desolate heart of the Mojave Desert, there lay an abandoned carnival. Its faded banners and rusted rides were frozen in time, a stark contrast to the barren landscape that surrounded it. Locals spoke of it only in hushed tones, for the carnival was said to harbor a malevolent force that hungered for the souls of the living.
Taiwo VictorPublished 9 months ago in HorrorThe Carnival
In the desolate heart of the Mojave Desert, there lay an abandoned carnival. Its faded banners and rusted rides were frozen in time, a stark contrast to the barren landscape that surrounded it. Locals spoke of it only in hushed tones, for the carnival was said to harbor a malevolent force that hungered for the souls of the living.
Taiwo VictorPublished 9 months ago in HorrorHaunting Melody
Amidst the rolling hills and dense forests lay the forgotten town of Blackwood. Its streets were lined with decrepit houses, their windows shattered and their doors hanging off their hinges. The air was heavy with an unsettling stillness, as if the very atmosphere held its breath, waiting for something unspeakable to emerge.
Taiwo VictorPublished 9 months ago in HorrorHaunting Horror
In the heart of the dense, ancient forest stood a dilapidated mansion known as Ravenswood Manor. Its ominous presence loomed over the landscape, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow even the bravest rays of sunlight. The trees around it bent as if bowing to an unseen malevolence, their leaves whispering tales of unspeakable horrors to those who dared to listen.
Taiwo VictorPublished 9 months ago in HorrorKodachrome
It began with my son. “Dad, what’s this?” We were clearing out the attic after his grandmother died. She was the last grandparent he had and Steven wanted to help me put everything in order and clean up all that we had to settle. I still remember the thick dust in that heat, all of the cobwebs, and the sunlight that was unmerciful through the windows. It streamed in and I felt the sweat and dust trickling down my body.
Kendall DefoePublished 9 months ago in Horror