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Get into the Halloween spirit; all about trick or treating, spooky costumes, Halloween decorations and haunted houses for October 31st and all year round.
The Knocking
**The Knocking** It started with a soft knock. At first, she had thought it was the house settling—an old, creaking house out on the outskirts of town. The kind of house where shadows stretched too far and the floor groaned beneath secret weight. She had inherited it from her grandmother, a woman who died whispering warnings that no one heard.
By Md Nurul Imam Babu2 years ago in Horror
The Reflection.. AI-Generated.
Jason never liked the mirror in his grandmother’s house. It stood in the upstairs hallway, an ornate, floor-length monstrosity with a golden frame that twisted like creeping vines. The glass always seemed too clear, like a pool of still water before a storm. It had been there for as long as he could remember, an unblinking eye in the otherwise warm house.
By Alex Ariya2 years ago in Horror
The House That Remembers - Part 1
The house had stood for over a century, watching the world shift and evolve around it. Deep in the countryside, nestled between twisted oak trees and whispering willows, it witnessed a multitude of stories—of love, loss, joy, and sorrow. Some claimed the house had a memory, a spirit stamped upon its foundations. Others claimed it only held the echoes of the past, reliving them for those courageous enough to listen.
By Alak Haques2 years ago in Horror
Pakistan Train Attack LIVE Updates: 16 Militants Killed, 104 Passengers Rescued After Attack on Jaffar Express in Balochistan
In a dramatic turn of events, Pakistani security forces successfully neutralized 16 militants and rescued 104 passengers following a brazen attack on the Jaffar Express in the restive province of Balochistan. The incident, which unfolded on [insert date], has once again highlighted the volatile security situation in the region and the ongoing challenges faced by the Pakistani government in maintaining peace and stability.
By Azra parveen2 years ago in Horror
Whispers Behind the Door
The dim glow of the evening light seeped through the curtains, casting eerie shadows along the walls. The house was quiet, except for the faint creaking of the wooden floor beneath their feet. “Is she behind the door? Isn’t she?” the daughter asked, her voice trembling. Her mother, sitting beside her, shook her head. “No, Mom, she isn’t behind the door. It was just your imagination. Please, come back to reality.” But the grandmother wasn’t convinced. Her old, wrinkled hands clutched the edge of her chair, her eyes fixed on the slightly ajar door. Didn’t lie,” the daughter whispered, barely audible. “Focus on the door. Look at it carefully-someone is behind it.” The room fell silent. Even the air felt heavier, pressing down on them. The grandmother hesitated, her gaze flickering between her daughter and the door. “Who, Mom? Don’t see anything,” she finally murmured. And then- The door slammed shut. A sharp gasp escaped both women as their hearts pounded in their chests. The grandmother gripped her daughter’s hand tightly, her nails digging into her skin. From behind the door came a sound-a giggle. A child’s laughter, high-pitched and unsettling. Slowly, the door creaked open again, revealing a small figure standing in the shadows. A little girl. She wore a tattered white dress, her Iong, unkempt hair cascading down her pale face. Her lips curled into a wide, unnatural smile as she tilted her head. The grandmother’s eyes widened in horror. “N. this can’t be.” The child stepped forward, her bare feet making no sound against the cold floor. Her empty eyes locked onto them, filled with something neither of them could understand. Malice? Sadness? The daughter felt her breath hitch in her throat as the little girl finally spoke. “Are you happy, Mom?” The words echoed in the silence, chilling them to their bones. The grandmother clutched her chest, her face draining of all color. This wasn’t just any child. This was her grandchild. But she had died years ago. The air turned frigid, the candlelight flickering violently as if struggling to stay alive. The child took another step forward, her laughter growing louder, filling every inch of the room. The grandmother wanted to run. She wanted to scream. But she couldn’t. Because deep down, she knew- The ghost of her grandchild had finally come home.
By Amal Antony2 years ago in Horror
The Forgotten Portrait
The attic was a treasure trove of forgotten memories. After my grandmother passed away, I was tasked with sorting through her belongings. Among the dusty boxes and old furniture, I found it—a portrait of a woman I didn’t recognize. She was beautiful, with piercing green eyes and a faint, mysterious smile. The painting was signed at the bottom: "E. Blackwood, 1922."
By Word Weaver2 years ago in Horror
The Last Train to Blackwood
The train to Blackwood was notorious. Locals called it the "Ghost Train," a relic from the past that still ran on the darkest nights. I didn’t believe in ghost stories, but when I missed the last regular train, I had no choice. The station was empty, the platform lit by a single flickering bulb. The air was thick with the smell of rain and rust.
By Word Weaver2 years ago in Horror
The Bullet that Esther S
I shot papa square in the heart but he didn’t die. That damn bible he carried with him saved his life. I was considerable lucky that papa had his axe at hand, and that he kept it sharp. I picked it up. It was a heavy thing, so I swung with all my might and put it right through his head. Seein’ his brains made me throw up. I moved away so it wouldn’t get on papa. That would be disrespectful.
By solayman shahriar himel2 years ago in Horror
