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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.

Don’t Open the Door
I’ve always thought living alone was freedom. No arguments about dishes, no noise I didn’t choose, no one asking why I was awake at three in the morning. Just me, my books, and the quiet.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Horror
Ssshhhh…Koi Hai – Episode: The Black Cat
On the outskirts of a sleepy town stood an old mansion, abandoned for decades, with peeling paint, shattered windows, and a garden overtaken by weeds. Locals whispered tales of its haunted past—strange cries at night, sudden cold drafts in the air, and a shadowy figure glimpsed through the broken windows. No one dared to enter, except for Ravi, a young journalist always eager for a chilling story.
By Hakeem Khan about a year ago in Horror
Monster House is a Great Horror Concept with One Flaw
I believe this film is a great film for kids, especially horror fans who are interested in such an original concept. Never in my life have I ever seen a house take on the form of a monster, and the thought of running into something like that is freaking scary as hell.
By Emy Quinnabout a year ago in Horror
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 3
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 3 The victory was sweet, but its aftertaste was laced with a quiet, persistent fear. The "Town Pulse" kiosk was a monument to their defiance, and the community's embrace was a shield. Yet, Noah would sometimes catch himself staring at it, not with pride, but with a coder’s paranoia. He saw a surface, a user-friendly interface, and knew all too well the invisible, data-hungry claws that could scrape and analyze the sentiments it collected. He had built a village square, but part of him couldn't stop looking for the snipers on the rooftops.
By Homepinxabout a year ago in Horror
The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 1: “THE BREATHING X-RAY” The air in St. Hedwig’s records room smelled of yellowing paper and regret. It was a scent Dr. Liam Evans had grown accustomed to over twenty years of service, but tonight, it felt different. Thicker. As if the walls themselves were holding their breath.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a year ago in Horror
(True Story) My Neighbour Was Being Slaughtered and I Did Nothing. Content Warning.
I still remember the sound. It didn’t sound human. You know how when you’re cutting wood, there’s that rhythm? A thud, a pause, another thud, each one heavier than the last? That’s what it sounded like… coming from the apartment above mine. Except…it wasn’t wood.
By The Purple Olympianabout a year ago in Horror
The Gallery of Ghosts. Content Warning.
I was at a flea market, sifting through the detritus of other people’s lives, looking for cheap canvases to paint over. My fingers brushed against a man’s wristwatch, its crystal cracked, its hands frozen at 4:17. A jolt, like sticking a finger in a live socket, shot up my arm.
By Danyal Hashmiabout a year ago in Horror
The Silence Where the Wolves Howled
The world went quiet ten years ago. It wasn’t a loud end; it was a vanishing. One season, the forests had wolves, the oceans had great whites, the savannahs had lions. The next, they were just… gone. No bodies, no scientific explanation. Just a great, global sigh of relief followed by a profound, unsettling silence. The balance was broken. Prey species boomed, then crashed. Ecosystems grew sluggish, dormant. The world lost its teeth.
By Danyal Hashmiabout a year ago in Horror
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 2
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 2 The buzz inside Pages & Prose was a symphony Elena thought she’d never hear again. It wasn’t just the murmur of conversations or the ring of the old-fashioned cash register; it was the sound of a heart restarting. For weeks, the shop thrived. The story of the tech-wizard who returned a library to save a bookstore was a potent local legend, fueled by a beautifully human-interest piece that, notably, never mentioned VeriTech by name. Noah had become a permanent fixture, his sleek laptop now sharing a desk with her leather-bound ledger.
By Homepinxabout a year ago in Horror
The Watching Hour
My first four years at St Denis’s Hall Boarding School were idyllic to the point of cliché. The grounds were beautiful, the accommodation exquisite, and both staff and pupils were friendly and engaging. I didn’t miss my family too much; it was easy enough to build a new one among my classmates. Some students weren’t cut out for life at St Denis’s, and so there was always a churn of fresh faces - coveted vacancies were filled immediately from the lengthy waiting list. Though the schedule was gruelling, every day felt like a fresh adventure.
By Stace Oddityabout a year ago in Horror
My Mirror Isn’t Just a Reflection—It’s Watching Me
Most people think of a mirror as a simple object—a piece of glass that reflects your face, your body, your surroundings. A tool for vanity, a check before leaving the house, nothing more. For me, it was never that simple. For me, my mirror became something else. Something alive. Something that didn’t just reflect me but studied me—watched me with a patience that was both chilling and deliberate.
By Abdulahad Khanabout a year ago in Horror
The Villisca Axe Murders: Iowa’s Unsolved Nightmare That Still Haunts. Content Warning.
The crime scene that awaited discovery was horrifying: an entire family and two young houseguests brutally murdered with an axe in their own home. The case would captivate the nation, confound investigators, and leave a lingering aura of dread over the town. The Moore Family and Their Guests The Moore family, led by Josiah Moore and his wife Sarah, lived at 508 East 2nd Street. They had four children: Herman (11), Katherine (10), Boyd (7), and Paul (5). Josiah, a devout Methodist, ran a successful merchandising business, and the family was respected throughout Villisca. That weekend, the Moore children invited two friends for a sleepover: Ina and Lena Stillinger, both around Katherine and Boyd’s age. Laughter filled the house that night, unaware that a horrific fate awaited them. The Discovery On the morning of June 10, neighbors noticed the Moores’ front porch light remained on. Concerned, they contacted authorities when the Stillinger parents couldn’t reach their daughters. What police found was almost unimaginable: all eight victims had been killed with an axe, their bodies left in their beds. Josiah and Sarah Moore were bludgeoned in their bedroom, their skulls crushed. The children and visiting girls suffered the same fate, all killed in their sleep. The axe had been left at the scene—a grim signature. Windows were closed, doors locked from the inside, and there were no signs of robbery. Whoever committed this massacre was meticulous, calculated, and merciless. The Investigation News of the murders shocked Iowa and the entire nation. Investigators combed the scene for clues but found almost nothing. The locked doors and lack of forced entry suggested either familiarity with the household or extraordinary planning. Suspects emerged quickly, but the case was hindered by early 20th-century limitations: rudimentary fingerprinting, poor crime scene preservation, and no concept of criminal profiling. Suspects and Theories Over the years, numerous suspects were investigated: • Frank F. Jones, a local businessman and politician, allegedly had disputes with Josiah Moore. Despite accusations, no evidence connected him to the crime.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Horror