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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 Secret Door Under the Stairs
At the edge of Mapleberry Lane, in a house that creaked when the wind blew just right, lived Liam, a curious boy with messy hair and a backpack always full of snacks, and Noor, his best friend, a clever girl who loved books, magnifying glasses, and wearing two different socks on purpose.
By Hakeem Khan about a year ago in Horror
The Light in Room 6B
Mara liked the quiet of the old brick apartment building. The rent was reasonable, the walls were thick enough to muffle the occasional late-night arguments, and the courtyard held the faint perfume of lilacs in spring. She’d lived here for twelve years, and in that time she’d memorized the rhythms of the place — who came home late, who forgot their keys, which windows stayed dark.
By Hakeem Khan about a year ago in Horror
My GPS Led Me Somewhere That Doesn’t Exist
Story My GPS Led Me Somewhere That Doesn’t Exist It started as a simple late-night drive. I’d been on the road for five hours, heading back from a work trip, when fatigue began to set in. The interstate was a black ribbon unspooling in front of me, and my eyes kept flicking to the glowing GPS screen for reassurance.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Horror
The Long-Awaited Finale Awaits You - Now Live on Tales That Breathe at Night
Announcement as promised! As promised, the season finale is now live on my Ko-fi page. Come lets see the finale together. This chapter carries with it all the emotions, chills, and quiet moments I’ve been saving for you - the kind that linger long after the last word. Writing it felt like closing the final page of a well-worn diary, one we’ve been filling together, night after night.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a year ago in Horror
Midnight Conversations with Shadows
Midnight Conversations with Shadows The apartment was quiet—or at least, I thought it was. It began the first night I moved in. Boxes were scattered, the smell of fresh paint still hung in the air, and the city hummed softly outside the window. I was unpacking books when I heard it: a faint whisper, just beyond the corner of the room.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Horror











