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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.
The Theft of Innocence
Ten-year-old Lily had always been a dreamer. Nights were spent soaring through cotton-candy clouds on the back of a giant owl, while days were filled with adventures in her makeshift pirate ship constructed from the living room sofa. But lately, a shadow had begun to creep into her dreams, replacing the pastel hues with a chilling monochrome. The whispers started subtly, a faint rustling like leaves dancing in the wind, only to be dismissed as the remnants of overactive imagination.
By Fathima Raheema4 months ago in Horror
The Abandoned Mansion. Content Warning.
In the middle of night, when the moon was low and the woodland was cloaked in fog, a lone wanderer came across an abandoned mansion nestled amid the trees. Its once-grand facade had become decrepit and frightening, with windows boarded up like the eyes of a long-forgotten phantom. Ignoring the wind's warnings, the traveler pushed open the groaning gate and entered, attracted by an unfathomable force.
By Jonathan Rose4 months ago in Horror
Shadows of the Forgotten City
I. The Haunting Begins The city of New Delhi, known for its vibrant culture and rich history, was about to be consumed by darkness. A forgotten spirit, restless and vengeful, began to haunt the streets, casting a chilling presence over the unsuspecting residents.
By Renuga kannan4 months ago in Horror
Last Day . Content Warning.
As the morning begins, Sven slowly rises from his slumber. He groans in sync with the creaking of the bed springs. "Aahh shit. I don't know what's louder, the cracking of these old bones or this damn bed." He mutters to himself. Noises emanating from his joints and other body parts should be no surprise considering that Sven is the ripe old age of 76. After a few more grunts, pops and muffled slurs he is out of bed. Hobbling to the kitchen for the second chore of the early morning routine. Sven grabs the glass coffee pot from the top left cabinet. Old and faded, that is what can best describe the cabinet along with everything else in the house. The condition of his surroundings perfectly reflects the condition of Sven. As he lifts the rusty faucet handle a loud rumble echoes throughout the house, followed by a sputter that produces brown foul smelling liquid that has no right to be described as water. "Son of a bitch!
By sagar dhital4 months ago in Horror
AKU DAN SOSOK MISTERIUS
My name is Fahmi, I was 13 years old at that time. At that time I had an interest in one of the sports fields in my country, Indonesia, namely pencak silat. I chose the largest pencak silat organization in my country, namely, PERSAUDARAAN SETIA HATI TERATE or commonly known as PSHT. When I first started practicing silat I felt very happy. However, there was a very strong feeling at that time, because my training place was in one of the village fields close to the public cemetery. I can feel the very cold wind. However, it still felt warm because there were many friends who were just like me participating in the silat training. Day after day I spent in that practice. I went through level after level of practice. For 3 years I was trained very well by my trainer named MAS BAGUS. Until I reached the end of the training level, namely small white belt. I felt a very great aura there. I felt like there were many people present right behind me. But no one was behind me. There were only 4 people there including my coach, bro, good guy. Then I started to work up the courage to ask my coach.
By Fahmi Casper864 months ago in Horror
Whispers of 13 Elm Street
Once upon a time, nestled within the heart of the charming town of Willow Creek, there stood a house at the end of Elm Street. From a distance, it looked like any other residence, adorned with a white picket fence and a meticulously maintained lawn. Its façade whispered tales of warmth and nostalgia, a picture-perfect representation of suburban bliss. However, as the sun dipped below the horizon, and shadows draped the streets, the residents of Willow Creek would exchange furtive glances and hushed words about the dark secret harbored by 13 Elm Street.
By joko setiawan4 months ago in Horror
The Forgotten Room
In the heart of the old town, nestled between dilapidated buildings and forgotten alleyways, stood an ancient mansion shrouded in mystery. Its towering structure loomed ominously over the cobblestone streets, its windows boarded up and its façade weathered by time. Locals whispered tales of a dark past haunting the mansion, warning curious souls to steer clear of its cursed halls. But for a group of adventurous teenagers seeking thrills on a dare, the mansion beckoned with an irresistible allure.
By Kpchofficial4 months ago in Horror