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The Portrait in the Attic
with high ceilings, antique furniture, and countless rooms, most of which she had never fully explored. It wasn’t until Anna moved back after her grandmother’s passing that she decided to dive deeper into the house’s long history.
By Biswajit Dasabout a year ago in Horror
The Mirror That Reflects Your Worst Fear: A Haunting Horror Story
I never thought I’d be the kind of person to believe in things like curses or haunted objects, but something happened to me a few months ago that completely changed that.
By Brian Henabout a year ago in Horror
The Poisoned Dinner: A Psychological Thriller
Clara’s smile faltered as she set the table. Something about tonight felt… off. The smell of the steak lingered in the air like a memory she couldn’t quite place. She tried to ignore the nagging feeling that tonight would be the night everything changed.
By Brian Henabout a year ago in Horror
The Haunting of Selim Mora
The year was 2018. Tanvir was in ninth grade. Ramadan started, and there wasn't much pressure with studies during Ramadan. He would eat Sehri (pre-dawn meal) and go to sleep, waking up around 10:00 or 11:00 AM. The day the incident happened, it was a Friday. He woke up early, took a bath, washed his clothes, and then went to pray. As soon as he returned home after the Jummah (Friday) prayer, his mother told him that his aunt had called. A prayer meeting and an Iftar (fast-breaking) gathering had been organized at his aunt's house. The prayer meeting would be held before Iftar, of course. So, he decided to take the bike that they had at their house. Their road was a dirt road, and it was quite difficult to drive on such roads. One could manage with a bike, but if it rained, even going by bike was impossible. Tanvir's father worked in the army and couldn't stay home often, naturally. The bike remained at home, but his father had given specific instructions that Tanvir should not be given the bike key unless it was absolutely necessary. Now, since it was Ramadan, and it would be difficult to walk such a distance on an empty stomach while fasting, he was given the bike key. He took the bike and went out. Although it wasn't raining at the time, the sky looked like it might rain. It's necessary to describe the area they were going to a bit. To get to Udhunia, another market, from Mohanpur market, one had to travel about 6 kilometers. The road was a dirt road back then, I'm talking about the context of 2018. If it rained, it would be difficult to walk on that road. Since it wasn't raining at the time, he went out on the bike.
By Lilyabout a year ago in Horror
The Toxic Avenger
The Toxic Avenger is classic, quintessential viewing for fans of bad cinema. It's the only T&A-infused splatter film that somehow spawned a kid’s cartoon show (The Toxic Crusaders), and it has relentless good-times appeal in the form of bloody violence, slam-bang action, and, yes, the aforementioned nudity. Tits. Tits. (Are we getting the message across? This film has tits in it. But, compared to other films, not an excessive amount—just enough to keep you interested, I fear.)
By Tom Bakerabout a year ago in Horror
The Ghost of Juniper Lane
In the sleepy town of Ashwood, where the streets wound like ribbons through rows of old Victorian houses, there was a legend whispered among the locals: the ghost cat of Juniper Lane. No one knew exactly when the story began, only that it lingered like a faint mist, curling around the edges of memory. Some said it was a tabby with eyes like lanterns; others swore it was a sleek black shadow that flickered in the moonlight. But for Ellie Harper, it was just a tale—until the night she moved into the creaky house at the end of the lane.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Horror
Pathogen, Ch. 9
"Maryanne, get behind me," Lt. Nightingale ordered calmly. "Do it now, but don't make any sudden movements. Understand?" Marnie's throat tightened with a dry swallow, her eyes darting back and forth to her zombified classmate and the Glock her mother had pointed at his face. "Mom, wait," she begged. "Y-You don't have to shoot him!"
By Natalie Grayabout a year ago in Horror
Haunted Encounters: Jinns
Now I'm going to share with you an incident that was sent to us by someone whose many stories we have already broadcast. His name is Shihab. He lives in the Bandar area of Narayanganj. He is married in Nalguniya village of Taltali Upazila in Barguna district. The story is basically about this Nalguniya village. He went to his father-in-law's house some time ago. He usually visits every year. When he went, there's a stand before his in-laws' village where his brother-in-law usually comes to receive him. But when he arrived, he heard that he wasn't there, someone else was coming. So, when he asked what was the matter, where was his brother-in-law, the person who came, who was also a relative of Shihab's, a relative from his in-law's side, said that the brother was lying in bed with his arms and legs broken after fighting with a "pishach" (some kind of evil spirit/entity). Lying in bed with his arms and legs broken after fighting with a "pishach" - what does that mean? Let's hear everything from him. Anyway, when he went to his father-in-law's house, he saw that his brother-in-law was lying in bed with a broken arm and leg. During the conversation, a terrible incident came to light. I am now going to share that incident with you. The incident didn't happen too long ago, it can be said to be a fairly recent event. So, this brother-in-law of his has a habit, not a profession, but a habit, and that is, there is a river near their house. That river is a branch of the Payra River. He fishes there every day, whether it's at night or during the day, whenever it's convenient for him. He usually fishes more at night. There is a place there called Tin Mohona (Three Estuaries) in that river. Actually, it's not three estuaries, although it's called that, the place where three rivers meet. But it is basically that branch river that has divided into three directions. Some people call it the confluence of three rivers.
By Lilyabout a year ago in Horror
The Cursed Lullaby
The Cursed Lullaby Ashford, a small town known for its eerie quietness, was home to the old Wrenwood mansion, rumored to be haunted. The mansion had stood empty for decades, but local legends whispered of strange sounds coming from the house at night, flickering lights in the upper windows, and a haunting lullaby playing in the dead of night.
By Al Mahmud Hasanabout a year ago in Horror
The Curse of Beaver Falls. Content Warning.
The winter has been long, cold, and dark, yet the people of Beaver Falls had been holding out as long as possible. Many regretted their choice to move into the small settlement in the middle of the mountains while others begged for a painless death. Everywhere one looked, all they would see was misery. For some reason, the only one who seemed to be doing well was Mr. Delenore the grumpy old miner who lived on the outskirts of town. Most people thought he was just a crazy, lonely man with too much time on his hands after the mine closed down for the season, but, as each day passed, he seemed to grow more feral, like a dog falling to the symptoms of rabies. Rebecca, a young woman of eighteen, didn't mind him, though. He was always so kind to her, offering her the extra meat in his ice box to make sure she was well-fed, and she always checked in on him, running errands for him and bringing him news from the rest of the settlers. “Good afternoon, Mr. Delenore,” Rebecca said as she walked up to the door of his log cabin, holding the bag of groceries she had been sent to get. “You're not going to believe it, but they had more of that licorice candy you like so much.” Mr. Delenore smiled as he reached for the bag she offered him. “It's about damn time,” he commented as he started to search the bag. “I’ve been nagging old Mr. Stuart to get the candy for almost a month now.” Used to the way Mr. Delenore liked to complain about everything, Rebecca smiled and sat down in the old, wooden rocking chair next to him.
By Lela Martinabout a year ago in Horror
The Haunting of Ashford Manor
Ashford Manor has always been a subject of local legends. His towering stone walls and Epheus windows embedded in the hills of the sleepy village of Briarwood seemed to have seen the city with a sense of calm prediction. The Manor House was abandoned for decades, and the once large hall became hollow with forgotten memories. Villagers whispered the story - there was also a language of treasure hidden deep within the walls, but others claimed that the curse had hit the property long ago.
By Biswajit Dasabout a year ago in Horror
Horror on the Desert Road
It was the night of September 19, 2023. He had just gotten married and had gone to his home country after the wedding. When he was returning from his country, he acquired a new 2023 model Toyota Raize from the showroom on a five-year installment plan. His work was going well, by the grace of Allah, Alhamdulillah. Then, what happened was his in-laws came to Mecca with their whole family to perform Umrah. It was, of course, prearranged that he would come. He lives in Dammam, which is quite far. But those who are in Saudi Arabia know how far the cities of Dammam and Riyadh are from Mecca. From Al-Ahsa, Mecca is about 1300 km away. No matter how good the roads are there, it's not easy to just drive over such a long distance. It takes a long time to drive. And Ataur Rahman's father-in-law had been in Saudi Arabia for 25 years. He was a driver for a company, so he knew all about the roads in Saudi Arabia and the techniques of driving there. So, his father-in-law said, "Son, when you come, come by bus. There's no need to come in a private car." He must have thought it through, considering he was coming from Dammam, and he had a lot of experience with the roads there. Ataur Rahman was new; he had no experience. The person who drove in Saudi Arabia for 25 years and gained experience driving to various remote cities of Saudi Arabia, he would naturally understand better than him what kind of problems there are on which roads. Based on that experience, he said, "Son, you should come to Mecca by bus."
By Lilyabout a year ago in Horror