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Monsters and horror go hand in hand; explore horrific creatures, beasts and hairy scaries like Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein and far beyond.
Whispers in the Dark
In the small, forgotten town of Hollow Creek, there was an old mansion that no one dared to enter. For decades, it stood at the edge of town, abandoned, its windows shattered and its walls covered in vines. The townspeople whispered that it was cursed—that something terrible had happened within its walls long ago.Jake and his friends, however, didn’t believe in curses. They were thrill-seekers, always on the hunt for their next adventure.
By Iram zahid 2 years ago in Horror
She'll be back soon
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Mama had left me in the van many times before, but it had never taken this long for her to return. "I just need to run out for a bit," she said, and so I waited. With the wind rustling through the trees outside, I was nervous that a storm might be coming, so I made up songs in my head and drew pictures to distract me. "She'll be back soon," I told my stuffed bear, holding on to him tightly and hoping what I was saying was true.
By F Cade Swanson2 years ago in Horror
Scary stories :“When They Stole My Face: The Nightmare of a Man Without an Identity”
I wake up to the sound of rain tapping against the windows of the small studio apartment in Portland that I share with my wife, Amber. The faint smell of coffee grounds and mildew lingers in the air, along with a sour tang I can't place, but it turns my stomach. My phone lies dead beside me on the nightstand—strange, I could’ve sworn I plugged it in last night. I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and the ache in my muscles feels deeper than it should, like I’ve been lying still for days. Yesterday's clothes cling to my skin with the stale scent of sweat, as if I’ve worn them for too long. The clock reads 10:42 a.m. I never sleep this late on a weekday. A cold dread creeps in as I stumble out of bed. My car keys aren’t on the hook by the door, and my laptop is missing from the desk. I shuffle towards the kitchen, every step heavy as though my body’s forgotten how to move. As I round the corner, I see our dog, Baxter, standing stiff in the middle of the room. His tail is low, hackles raised, lips curled back to show his teeth in a way I’ve never seen before.
By atamna youssouef2 years ago in Horror
Heirloom
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Well…that’s stupid, Alexander scoffed. Now, I gotta open it! He stood before the large door wrapped tightly in chains and partly covered in cinder blocks. No noises could be heard on the other side when he put his ear up to it --- only a dusty silence. Some of the cinder blocks had been pushed out from the door previously, perhaps by the fabled monster inside, but Alexander figured that was a prank pulled by other kids years ago.
By Jackie Barrows2 years ago in Horror
Midsommar (gender-bent)
“There was only one rule: don’t open the door. That was what they were told in the sunny days leading up to the massacre,” the newscaster started. “That was when the twenty-two year old college student, Matthew Williams, a native of Saint Louis, Missouri, found a pathway into a modern-day horror story.”
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Horror
The end of the world
I woke up to the sound of distant sirens and muffled screams. The air felt heavy, and an eerie silence settled over the neighborhood. I grabbed my flashlight and cautiously moved towards the window. The streets, usually bustling with life, were now eerily deserted. Shadows flickered under the streetlights, and I could see figures staggering aimlessly.
By Jayden Church2 years ago in Horror
The dog man
Late one autumn night, in the small, secluded town of Ravenwood, whispers of an eerie legend echoed through the dense forests. The townsfolk spoke of the Dog Man, a cryptid said to roam the woods under the cloak of darkness. This creature was no ordinary beast; it was said to be a monstrous fusion of man and dog, with the intelligence of a human and the ferocity of a wild animal.
By Jayden Church2 years ago in Horror
Halloween's History: From Ancient Customs to Contemporary Celebrations
October 31st is Halloween, a celebration that has captivated people for decades. This night is for haunted homes, costume parties, trick-or-treating, and ghostly celebrations. But its roots are found in old customs that date back thousands of years, across cultural boundaries and fusing history, religion, and mythology. Halloween is a reflection of this rich history. We must examine Halloween's historical roots and transformations to comprehend how the celebrated holiday came to be.
By Ashley Hale2 years ago in Horror
