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The Haunting of Mercy Hill Hospital. AI-Generated.
Prologue Mercy Hill Hospital had been a beacon of hope in the small town of Crestwood for nearly a century. Built in the early 1900s, it was a grand structure, known for its state-of-the-art facilities and compassionate care. However, as years passed, the hospital's reputation became tainted with rumors of mysterious deaths and ghostly apparitions. Despite its modern façade, the hospital harbored a dark history that refused to be forgotten.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ2 years ago in Horror
“DREAM DEMON DUELS”
Tre, a paralyzed man, wakes up in his chair and is greeted by his embodied insomnia, sleep paralysis demon, and shadow and umbra. He tries to distract Tre by stealing food from the fridge and consuming Oreos. Tre returns to his room and cleans up, but finds a mess in the kitchen. His older cousin Chase visits and they discuss their rager in the house.
By Kamran Alam2 years ago in Horror
Strangling iPod
I used to fall asleep listening to my iPod nano. It looked similar to the one in the above photo, but it was small, and I can still remember the feel of the buttons and the clicking of the scroll wheel as you looked for your favorite songs. The iPod I had was silver and was 2 GB large, I thought I was living my best life with 1,000 songs saved on there. I would walk down the school hallways with one ear bud always in. I would be on lunch hour, and I always had some sort of music playing. I would blast it on the bus and in the empty halls where I roamed on my free class period. Tokyo Police Club was my band along with Two Door Cinema Club and a few other indie rock bands, to which I still listen to, to this day. I would play solitaire in Math class instead of homework, I would procrastinate with the rest of the class. Once it was time for bed, I would find my playlist that I had titled as Sleep with my earphones in and the quiet whisper of Birdie playing, I would drift off in sleep as I still shared a room with my sister, who would snore like a lawn mower, I had to fall asleep to something else.
By Adrianna M. Braun2 years ago in Horror
Witches Get Stitches
In a small teahouse, Mona Heptinstall, a young schoolgirl, finds solace in the company of other women. She enters the shop, feeling safe and comfortable in the atmosphere. The aroma of the teahouse is exotic and familiar, with steam wafting from the rims of mugs. The walls are filled with posters and flags, symbolizing flowers, plants, animals, and female friendship.
By Kamran Alam2 years ago in Horror
Desert Redemption. Content Warning.
In the desolate expanse of the post-apocalyptic desert, where the sun scorched the earth and the wind whispered secrets of lost civilizations, stood the Hen House - an ominous encampment known for its twisted inhabitants and dark deeds.
By ala cherif2 years ago in Horror
The 6 most haunting ghosts of all time
The Bell Family Ghost: One of America's oldest ghost stories belongs to the Bell family on their farm in Tennessee in the 19th century. When John Bell, the family's breadwinner, He shot a strange animal, he couldn't determine what it was and it disappeared. Immediately after that, strange noises appeared. Strange things fall unexpectedly, animals on the farm behave strangely for no apparent reason, and family members are attacked by invisible forces. The event took place from 1817 - 1821 and is considered a classic ghost story. John Bell eventually passed away with a strange bottle of an unknown substance found on him.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Horror
The Animal Ghost.
In the core of the old town of Aldermere, settled between thick timberlands and moving slopes, stood an old estate known as Blackwood House. For a really long time, the estate had gained notoriety for being spooky, yet not by human spirits. The legends discussed a creature phantom, an otherworldly wolf that meandered the grounds around evening time, its forlorn yells penetrating the quietness.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Horror
At the Sheltering Doors. Top Story - May 2024.
The doors, they always scrambled for the doors first. When they arrive and always by night it was a race to desperately bar the creatures entry to the house in the slow crawl of numb feet that the dream would impose upon him. He never seemed fast enough and the creatures uninhibited by the same constraints always made the doors first. The houses in his dream-scapes vary night to night - Some are mansions, others shacks and some are distorted contortions of his childhood home which burned down when he was ten. But the doors are always the same – frail, loose hinged and never could be fully shut. The creatures too vary – twisted and corrupted forms of animals and people familiar to him: family dogs preternaturally swollen to twice their size with rotting coats of mange and slicked damp with dark liquids of decay. The people too were bloated vestiges of ones vaguely familiar to him but whose names escape him. Their eyes gorged wide with dark blood which streaked their mottled faces in crusted trails like lost rivers which hung from their chins swinging in ropy columns beneath paling yellowed teeth. To let them break through would mean death. This he knew with grave certainty. At the door was desperation and panic as their stench emanated forth, sickly and pungent like vomit and mold and ending in a gruesome exhalation like cancer, the stench sticky and clinging invading his nostrils and lungs never to be expunged. Then in the sudden waking he never knew if he repelled them or not.
By Kevin Rolly2 years ago in Horror
