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Footage so horrific, you wish it'd stayed hidden; discover found footage depicting horror in real-life, from eerie forest encounters to cemetery dwellers to paranormal activity and more.

The Mountain
From an abandoned tape recording: You might think I’m creepy, future people who find this, but I don’t know what’s gonna happen tomorrow. Everyone here is freaking out over Y2K, and I don’t trust anything connected to computers to save this info. I could write this down later – that’s a plan – so maybe this isn’t such a bad idea. And J. said she’d call me soon so that we could head up. But let me talk about what’s happening here.
By Kendall Defoe 3 days ago in Horror
Keep This One
“Don’t blow yet,” Mum says. “Your uncle isn’t ready.” I am seven. One of the candles has burnt almost to the icing. Behind the camera, my uncle tells me to look at him.
By Iris Obscura5 days ago in Horror
My Family Has Avoided One Room in Our House for 40 Years. AI-Generated.
The One Rule Nobody Questioned When I was growing up, our house had four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and one room nobody was allowed to enter.
By Hardik Barot5 days ago in Horror
Moment of Silence. AI-Generated.
The goosebumps came first, crawling up my arms like ants before I understood why. Then my ears began to tingle, the way they do when someone says your name in a crowded room.
By Dr. George Shannon Ferguson10 days ago in Horror
Moment of Silence
The goosebumps came first, crawling up my arms like ants before I understood why. Then my ears began to tingle, the way they do when someone says your name in a crowded room.
By Dr. George Shannon Ferguson10 days ago in Horror
Bootstrap Paradox. Top Story - October 2026.
“Hello…” through static came from somewhere in the room. “Hello? Tori?” Tori heard her name, the voice sounded familiar. There was a lot of static and it sounded faint. She heard more static and then heard, “Under the bed Tori.”
By Raine Fielder12 days ago in Horror
The Night Guards
Nobody wanted to work the night shift at Green Valley Cemetery. People in the neighborhood knew the place well enough to avoid it after sunset, and even during the day there was something about the cemetery that made visitors lower their voices when they walked through the gates. It wasn't necessarily frightening. It was simply quiet in a way that made you notice every little sound. The wind moving through the trees sounded louder than it should. Footsteps seemed to travel farther. A bird taking off from a branch could make a person turn around and wonder who was following them. So when a job advertisement appeared for a night security guard, most people ignored it. The advertisement promised a quiet environment, easy work, and no experience required. Samuel believed every word of it.
By Neloabout a month ago in Horror
Storage Full - A Short Horror Story. Content Warning.
Mia hated to admit it, but she was running away. Her studio flat in the city that cost almost three-quarters of her salary was not sustainable and the grief that her mother left behind sat in the corner of that flat like a patch of black mould she knew was infiltrating her lungs further and further the longer she stayed. So she packed her boxes, hired a van, and headed to the best place she could think of. Her mother had spoken about the town she lived in before Mia came along with such awe and yearning that Mia created a fairytale image in her mind. Nothing but fields for miles and miles, neighbours who bring their latest bakes to your front door just because they care, greengrocers who know you by your name and know which produce you’ll want them to set aside for you. She felt her heart brimming with the thought of it.
By Gabe2 months ago in Horror
The Inheritance
The solicitor's letter was formal and efficient and completely unexpected. Elena had not known her great-uncle existed. Her mother's family was complicated in the way of families scattered by conflict and distance, and there were branches she had never traced and relatives she had only heard mentioned vaguely, as figures in stories set in a country that was now a different country than the one they had left.
By The Curious Writer4 months ago in Horror
The Night Shift
The hospital corridor at three in the morning has a quality that daytime never achieves — a particular stillness broken only by the soft machinery of care, the footsteps of the night staff moving with the purposeful quiet of people who understand that the building is sleeping around them.
By The Curious Writer4 months ago in Horror
127 Hours of A Living Nightmare: The Five Days Aron Ralston Spent Trapped Beneath a Boulder. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Alone in the Silence On the morning of April 26, 2003, 27-year-old Aron Ralston set out for what should have been another ordinary adventure. An experienced climber and outdoorsman, Ralston drove into the remote wilderness of Utah's canyon country. The destination was Bluejohn Canyon, a narrow and twisting slot canyon carved through red sandstone over thousands of years. He told no one where he was going. No itinerary. No emergency contact. No rescue plan. It was a decision that would nearly cost him his life. Within hours, Aron Ralston would find himself trapped in one of the most horrifying survival situations ever recorded—a nightmare that would force him to make an impossible choice between death and self-mutilation. His story would later inspire the film 127 Hours. But the reality was far more brutal than anything Hollywood could fully capture.
By E. hasan4 months ago in Horror
"Don't Read This Alone: What Happened to Me at [Place]"
# The Night I Questioned Everything *What started as a normal night ended with me questioning everything.* --- It was a Tuesday. I remember that detail clearly, because Tuesdays were never supposed to matter. Tuesdays were for laundry, for reheated leftovers, for falling asleep on the couch with the television murmuring something I wasn't watching. Nothing happens on a Tuesday. That's what I believed, right up until 11:47 PM, when my front door creaked open on its own.
By younas khan4 months ago in Horror