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Reverberations of the Failed-to-Remember Spirits
In the core of a forsaken town, where shadows hit the dance floor with the breeze and murmurs waited in the air like phantoms of the past, there stood a burial ground. Its entryways, fashioned iron and rusted with age, squeaked open hesitantly as though reluctant to invite any spirit inside.
Kamran AlamPublished 2 days ago in HorrorHome Video
Reggie was a man who was driven to collect. Vinyl records, purchased indiscriminately, occupied uneasy towers of shelving leaning against his living room walls. The guest bedroom had never hosted company, unless you counted the endless piles of books that rested there. Thirteen separate editions of Don Quixote lay in various states of disrepair on the old queen-sized mattress. His bedroom was made accessible only by a narrow desire path through towers of vintage toys (still in the boxes), cookware, and celebrity memorabilia. A bobblehead figure of Jimi Hendrix watched over the eclectic hoard from the top of a tower of old cookbooks in the corner opposite Reggie's bedroom door.
Daniel BradburyPublished 2 days ago in HorrorWhispers in the Woods:A Night in the Haunted Cabin
A hiker decided to go on a hike by himself. Something he was not very used to. The whole day was normal. Trees and bushes engulfed his surroundings.
Shamshath BegamPublished 2 days ago in HorrorWhispers of the Past
In the heart of the French Quarter in New Orleans, there stands a mansion with a dark past. Known as the Lori Mansion, it holds a chilling tale of betrayal and restless spirits. Madame Deline McCarthy Lori, a wealthy socialite of the early 19th century, once ruled this grand estate with an iron fist. The legends say she treated her workers with disdain, showing no mercy or compassion.
The Murmuring Walls
Introduction: whose once-fabulous façade now endures and wears, bearing the scars of disregard and time. The shelter, covered in secret and fear, cast a long shadow over the local area; its dim history murmured among locals like a spooky mystery.
Kamran AlamPublished 3 days ago in HorrorThe Uninvited Gaze: A Descent into the Horror of Creeps
The playground echoed with the carefree shrieks of children, oblivious to the sinister entity that watched from the shadows. Ten-year-old Sarah, her hair in pigtails that bounced with each giggle, led her friends in a round of "Creeps." It was a game they'd invented, a silly ritual of whispering the word "Creeps" three times and throwing a pebble over their shoulders. Legend had it, the Creeps were unseen beings who lurked at the fringes of perception, drawn by the spoken word.
ARJ GamingytPublished 4 days ago in HorrorThe kelpie, Scotland's mythical water horse
The kelpie, a monster from European mythology, is known as a legendary creature that resembles a white horse or occasionally a lovely young girl. It utilizes its guise to deceive peoples into accompanying it, only to ultimately submerge and eat them.
Horror storiesPublished 4 days ago in HorrorWhispering Woods: The Curse of Chalet
The gnarled fingers of twilight clawed at the dense canopy, casting long shadows upon the crumbling facade of the abandoned chalet. Legends, whispered like secrets on the wind, swirled around its weathered lumber - tales of a cursed past, a darkness that clung to its very foundation. Yet, for five teenagers, fueled by a potent mix of curiosity and youthful bravado, these were mere campfire stories.
MOHAMMED EL BOUHALIPublished 4 days ago in HorrorUnraveling Lucifer's Identity Crisis: A Cosmic Comedy of Errors
In the whimsical realm of celestial mix-ups, there's a tale so twisted, it puts even the most convoluted soap operas to shame. Welcome to the cosmic comedy of errors known as Lucifer's Identity Crisis—a journey through mistranslations, misunderstandings, and a healthy dose of biblical bloopers.
NICKSON NJERUPublished 5 days ago in Horror"Echoes of the Forgotten"
In the modest community of Ravenswood, settled profoundly inside the timberland, there stood an old, weather-beaten house. Its climate-beaten walls bore the scars of time, and its windows, similar to discharge attachments, gazed into the night with a spooky void. Legend murmured of a revile that tormented the chateau, a revile that had driven its occupants to franticness and hopelessness.
Kamran AlamPublished 5 days ago in HorrorThe Beginning: Delving into Darkness
Our story begins in the core of a curious, yet premonition, town settled in the midst of thick backwoods and repeating slopes. Here, in the midst of the murmurs of old trees, stood a neglected house, its windows like empty eyes looking into the spirits of bystanders. Our hero, Emily, an inquisitive soul with a propensity for the obscure, thought for even a moment to wander where others shuddered to step. As she moved toward the transcending building, a feeling of disquiet settled over her like a weighty shroud, however her interest consumed more brilliant than her trepidation.
Kamran AlamPublished 5 days ago in HorrorShadows of the Night
In a tiny town surrounded by thick trees, the McClellan family lived quietly at the woods' edge. John, Sarah, Emily, and Michael were peaceful there, far from city noise.One wild, stormy evening, an eerie feeling filled their home as harsh winds howled and rain pounded the windows.
Shamshath BegamPublished 5 days ago in Horror