halloween
Get into the Halloween spirit; all about trick or treating, spooky costumes, Halloween decorations and haunted houses for October 31st and all year round.
You died today, what will happen next? Have you ever thought about it?
You Died Today: What Happens Next? The final time you shut your eyes was now. The world you knew—the voices, the light, the laughter, the worries—all slipped away like a dream fading at dawn. Despite the fact that your body is still, you are aware. And now the journey begins. A journey every human must take. The journey of the soul.
By Dr Sazidul about a year ago in Horror
What would it be like if you saw someone else lying next to you in your sleep in the middle of the night?
When I got the new job, no one was happy. My mother said, “Don’t do this job, it’s not good to play with people’s deaths.” The people in the neighborhood laughed, and some whispered behind my back, “This boy has become a dom!”
By Ratul Shrikhabout a year ago in Horror
The Static Man. AI-Generated.
The static started on a Wednesday. Mara assumed it was the old TV in the living room, the one her grandmother refused to throw away. Even though nobody watched it anymore, it sat like a relic from another life, humming with white noise whenever the power flickered.
By MD RUMAN HOSSAINabout a year ago in Horror
Soft as Sweetbread: A Fairy Tale Gone Bitter
My sister had always had a soft heart—soft as sweetbread. She wept for the old witch despite everything. Maybe because of everything. I held her while she cried, both of us covered in soot and ash, her fingers blistered from pushing closed the oven door.
By MD NAZIM UDDIN about a year ago in Horror
The Room That Wasn’t There Yesterday
The Room That Wasn’t There Yesterday We moved into the old house on Meadowridge Lane in early spring. It was a fixer-upper, sure, but the bones were good—Victorian, tall windows, creaky charm. The listing said four bedrooms. That’s what the tour showed. That’s what the paperwork said. Four.
By Muhammad Hakimiabout a year ago in Horror
The Room That Watches
Eva didn’t believe in haunted houses—only haunted minds. That’s what she told herself as she stepped into the remote Victorian rental, dragging two overstuffed suitcases and a half-finished manuscript behind her. The house stood alone on a hilltop, surrounded by fog-drenched trees that swayed without wind, their gnarled branches brushing the windows like bony fingers. It was the perfect place to finish her psychological thriller. Isolated, quiet, inspiring. Or so she believed.
By Muhammad Hakimiabout a year ago in Horror
