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The Haunting of Hollowwood House
The Haunting of Hollowwood House The old Hollowwood House sat atop a lonely hill, its dark silhouette casting an ominous shadow over the surrounding forest. Locals spoke of its malevolent history, warning travelers to stay away. For years, the mansion had remained empty, abandoned by the living but inhabited by something far more sinister.
The Murmuring Shadows of Ravenwood Estate
The breeze yelled through the transcending trees of Ravenwood Woods, conveying with it a creepy feeling of premonition. At its heart lay Ravenwood Estate, an impressive design that had represented hundreds of years, tormented by the recollections of long-failed to remember terrors. Few thoughts for even a moment to wander close, however five companions looking for experience and a rush past the normal were not effectively prevented.
Crimson Chronicles
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled deep within a dense forest, an eerie legend had loomed for generations. The townsfolk whispered tales of the Blood Moon, a celestial event said to bring forth both blessings and curses. For centuries, the Blood Moon had risen only once every hundred years, and its arrival had always been met with a mixture of fear and anticipation. It was a symbol of mystery, and with each appearance, strange occurrences followed.
The Haunting of Hollowbrook House
The Haunting of Hollowbrook House Part 1: The Arrival The wind whispered through the trees as Sarah and David parked their car in front of the ancient, dilapidated mansion known as Hollowbrook House. They had heard the rumors about the place, tales of hauntings and tragedies that had befallen anyone who dared to set foot inside. But they needed a new home, and the price was right.
Murmurs from Past
Murmurs from Past: Tormenting Stories of the Inconspicuous In the quietness of the evening , when the world dozes and the main sound are those of your own breath, have you at any point felt a shudder down your spine? A mysterious presence that sends goosebumps dashing across your skin? These are the murmurs from past, the unpleasant stories of the concealed that have interested and unnerved mankind for a really long time. In this blog entry, we will set out on an excursion through the chilling domains of spooky experiences, unexplained peculiarities, and the persevering through secrets that keep on tormenting our minds.
MD Rifatul IslamPublished 7 months ago in Horror“The Curse of Bhangarh: Trapped in the Haunted Shadows”
The moon was high in the sky in Rajasthan, and it made the city of Bhangarh look spooky with its light. The city that used to be prosperous is now destroyed, with its tall buildings and falling apart palace reminding people of a disliked past. As the sun went down, the atmosphere in Bhangarh was different, and the air seemed to become denser with a creepy feeling.
ScribbleSagePublished 7 months ago in HorrorChills On The Highway
I am a long-haul trucker, accustomed to encountering a myriad of strange and spine-chilling experiences during my nocturnal journeys. On this particular night, I found myself navigating the desolate expanse of US 93 in the Nevada desert, en route to a delivery in Portland. The clock stubbornly ticked its way towards 1:30 AM, and I knew it was time to pull over and log my mandatory half-hour break.
The Haunting Refrain: A Symphony of Eternal Torment
The moon hung low in the essay- black sky, expiring creepy murk through the elderly forestland. Thick, gnarled trees brewed like cadaverous elephants , their branches reaching out like cadaverous galettes ready to catch any unknowing vagabond. It was a situation where indeed the bold defied not foot , for the whispers of the locals spoke of a curse that had chanced the timberland. One cataclysmal night, a group of audacious buddies concluded to ersatz the portentous tales. Sarah, the fearless line, had heard keys of a long- lost air, a song that could grant inextinguishable life. Eager to try the terminations of their courage, they set out into the heart of the haunted forestland. The air grew colder as they ventured deeper into the timberland, and the formerly asking path came crooked and grown. A sense of foreboding crept over them like a cloak, but they pressed on. Sarah, a blessed musician, carried her violin, ready to play the forgotten air. As they shifted through the ghostly forestland, they stumbled upon an elderly, moss- covered monument well. It sat alone, girdled by an creepy stillness. Sarah, propelled by an inexplicable appetite, approached the fountain. The others followed in stillness as she ventilated her violin to her chin and began to play. The creepy air filled the air, transferring jitters down their chines. The notes sounded to resonate with the very soul of the forestland. Leaves rustled, and murk danced, but nothing prepared them for what happened next. Arising from the fountain was a figure draped in tattered, ethereal robes. Its face was obscured by darkness, but its eyes glowed with an unearthly light. The being extended a cadaverous phase toward Sarah, who lasted to play the haunting tune, unqualified to stop herself." Who are you?" she asked, her voice pulsing." I am the guardian of the forgotten air," the figure replied in a voice like a chorus of whispers." I have anticipated for centuries for someone to play it formerly more." The figure's phase touched the violin, and Sarah's galettes shifted of their own accord, playing the air with an unearthly indulgence. The forestland sounded to come alive, and the very trees swayed in time with the music. As the final notes faded into the night, the figure spoke again." Your letch for inextinguishable life has awakened me, but there is a freight to be paid." Sarah's buddies followed in monstrosity as the figure passed into her casket, pulling forth a spectral, palpitating heart. Sarah screamed in agony, unqualified to rebut. The figure placed the heart into a glass crash and sealed it with a cork. The forestland fell silent formerly more." Your heart now belongs to the air," the figure intoned." You are granted inextinguishable life, but you shall ever remain its prisoner." Sarah's body sat motionless, her soul netted within the air, forced to play it for all perpetuity. Her buddies, horrified and defenseless to support, fled from the cursed forestland, the creepy air echoing in their smarts. Times passed, and the mind of that fateful night visited Sarah's buddies. They tried to forget, but the air remained in their conceits, a haunting keepsake of their portion in Sarah's murder. Some left megacity, while others sought comfort in remedy, but the air's grip on their souls noway waned. One by one, they penetrated appointments to a mysterious gathering in the heart of the forestland, each signed with Sarah's name. They knew they had no choice but to return to the situation of their agonies. As they sat before the same well, the figure cropped formerly more, its eyes glowing with an inextinguishable belly. It demanded that they each play the air and surrender their centrals to the cursed tune, icing Sarah would nowise be alone in her inextinguishable murder. One by one, they played the creepy air, their centrals tattered from their cases and sealed in glass concussions. As their bodies fell breathless to the ground, their souls joined Sarah's in the endless symphony. The forestland, now darker and further crooked than ever, absorbed their life force, and the air grew stronger with each transitory time. It praised through the trees, drawing in farther unknowing souls, perpetuating the curse for all time. And accordingly, the forgotten air played on, a terrifying requiem that praised through the cursed forestland, soliciting those who defied to seek the secrets of inextinguishable life. Those who entered were ever locked in a noway- ending agony, their centrals stolen and their souls netted in an endless symphony of monstrosity. The legend of the haunted forestland grew, and none would ever refuse to enter again, for fear of getting another casualty of the forgotten air.
Sanaf AhmedPublished 7 months ago in HorrorBlood and the Lightning Bolt
The monster was doing its best to make Evan scream. It broke his legs, which elicited the faintest gasp. Evan remained silent during the beating and the nail extractions, which he thought was a nice twist. He actually enjoyed the sharp sting that raced from his toes to the back of his jaw like sour candy with each pop off the nail bed.
Lynn JordanPublished 7 months ago in HorrorDon’t go into room13
I was walking through the hallways of the hotel, when I passed Room 13. I thought nothing of it, until I heard a small noise, almost like a scratching sound, coming from inside the room. It made me stop in my tracks, and my instincts wanted to open the door and see what was going on, but I remembered the rule. Knowing that I was not allowed to enter Room 13, I turned around to walk away. Suddenly, I heard another loud crash. It was undeniable that it had come from Room 13. I couldn't ignore all of these strange sounds coming from the room. I had always been taught to act on instinct, and all of my instincts told me that there was something very, very wrong with Room .The door was locked, but it was not impossible to force it open. It took a lot of strength, but eventually, the door opened a crack, and then I was able to pull it open enough for me to be able to carefully slip into the room. The first thing that I noticed was that the room was pitch black inside. I tried to adjust my eyes, but I couldn't see a thing. It was like stepping into a complete void of darkness. I knew where the light switch should have been, so I felt all the way up the wall for it, but there was no switch. I tried to take a step forward into the room, but I as I stepped, my foot hit something. It was solid enough to make me lose my balance slightly. Slowly, I bent down to touch whatever this thing was. As soon as I put my hand on it, I could feel that there was something very strange going on. It almost felt like a leg, almost like that of a person.But that couldn't be possible. I reached out, behind me, but all I could feel was another leg, seemingly coming from another body. I reached out again, only to feel another. An arm this time, then a torso, another leg. It was endless. I felt as though I was surrounded. Except, there was something odd about these arms and legs. They just didn't feel quite...alive.I immediately felt sick. There was no way, absolutely no way that I could be standing in the middle of a room full of bodies, but it all made sense. The strange rule about not stepping foot in Room 13. Of course. It all made sense. This was where the bodies were hidden.I didn't want to believe it, but there seemed like no other explanation. I felt completely sickened, my head spinning, a shiver running up my spine. There was no way. I'd never even seen a dead body before, let alone be surrounded by them in a pitch black hotel room. Was this what happened to people who entered Room 13?I put a hand on the wall to steady myself, and I suddenly felt the light switch. Feeling relieved by that, I quickly turned it on, and watched light flood the room. This was it. I was mentally preparing myself for the sight of, possibly over twenty dead bodies, a sight that would surely make me sick.However, when the light turned on, I was not met with the horrifying sight of countless murder scenes. Instead, all lined up around the room, some perfectly propped up, and others sprawled on the floor, were human-sized, doll-like figures. They looked just, almost human, except for one eerie difference.They didn't have eyes. Just black, void-like holes where eyes should have been. Their necks were oddly floppy too, drooping to the side. What was most horrifying about these life-size dolls, was that they almost exactly resembled all of the hotel staff members that I had become so familiar with.I saw the doll version of Kelly, her head falling into her lap. I saw Mark, the waiter, with huge black holes where his eyes should have been. I saw Elizabeth, who was sprawled on the floor, legs sticking out. I even saw Catherine, propped up against the wall, like she was in a child's dollhouse. I wanted to scream, run away, do anything. This was somehow worse than seeing the disgusting sight of bodies. This was ten times creepier, and made me feel goosebumps up my arms. I wanted to drive away from the hotel, from the town, and never look back.The one thing that still stuck in my mind, was the fact that every single staff member had a doll here, even the newest hires. Everyone had a life-like, floppy doll, looking like an eyeless corpse. The only doll that was missing, the only member of staff that didn't have a matching doll, was me. There was no doll in Room 13 that resembled me. Somehow, that fact was far more chilling.I was about to take my phone out of my pocket, to take photos, or call the police, or do anything about this terrifying situation, when all of a sudden, the room went black. Pitch black. I tried to move again, but I couldn't. My legs would not stand up and run, my arms would not reach out to steady myself. I couldn't move. I was fixed, I was stuck, I was trappedJust then, I felt someone holding my shoulders, propping me up against the wall. I wanted to scream, or see who it was, but it felt like I was trapped inside my own body. I was completely unable to move.The hands extended my arms and legs, and I even felt the hands around my neck, making it flop forward ever so slightly, just as it had done on the dolls. That was when I realised it. The 'dolls' inside Room 13 were not life-like copies of the hotel staff members, they were the hotel staff members. And I was about to meet the very same fate, in Room 13.If only I had just listened.
The Whispers Of The Savanna: A Tale Of Witchcraft
In the heart of the vast African savanna, where the golden grasses stretched as far as the eye could see, there lay a hidden village, sheltered by the embrace of gnarled baobab trees. This remote settlement was known as Nyame Nkasa, a place untouched by time, where the wind whispered secrets carried from generations long past.
Alpha the greatPublished 7 months ago in HorrorSonkolo The Enchantress: The Witch Who Brought Harmony To The Village
In a remote village nestled deep within the dense, mystical forests, a witch named Sonkolo was shrouded in both fear and mystery. Her name struck terror into the hearts of the villagers, for she was said to possess powers beyond their understanding. For years, Sonkolo had lived on the outskirts of the village, isolated by her supernatural abilities.
Alpha the greatPublished 7 months ago in Horror