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Haunted locales and houses of horror from the Amityville home to the Tower of London; travel tips for those seeking a trip filled with fun and evil.

“The Black Room”
Rajib was a city boy with an energy for photography. Whereas others chased advanced horizons, he found magnificence in ruins—abandoned houses, broken dividers, blurred memories. The more frequented, the better. One evening, while looking over on Facebook, he faltered upon a photo of a rotting chateau in a removed town. Made of ruddy bricks and choked with vines, the house looked like it had been overlooked by time. But what genuinely caught his eye was a single, pitch-black entryway within the center of the house. Not at all like the rest of the structure, it appeared untouched by age—almost like it didn't have a place.
By Md Fahim2 years ago in Horror
Shadows in the Sacred: The Haunted Legacy of Laos’ Ban Pak Ou Caves
The Spooky Past of Ban Pak Ou Caves, Laos Situated where the Mekong and Nam Ou rivers meet, 25 kilometers north of Luang Prabang, are the Ban Pak Ou Caves, a labyrinth of religious wonder and spooky legend. These caves' limestones—divided into Tham Ting (lower cave) and Tham Theung (upper cave)—are famous not only for the thousands of Buddha images but also for being two of the spookiest locations in Laos. Let us visit their diverse history and the ghostly stories surrounding them.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
“Spring Is Lovely This Time of Year” . Top Story - April 2025.
For the following challenge (not one of my best, but still...): Day One: “War to be confirmed; major urban centers cleared; leaders declare martial law; chaos ensues.”
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Horror
The Midnight Train and the Cemetery’s Shadow: A True Haunted Encounter That Still Haunts Us
It was the winter of 2001. My companion and I had traveled from our town to the area town for a few errands. The day went by speedier than anticipated, and by the time we come to the transport terminal to return, it was as of now night.
By Kevin Hudson2 years ago in Horror
Invisible Guest
Chapter One: In Search of a Bungalow The village was called Sripur - a quiet village located about 80 kilometers from Kolkata. I, Ariful Haque, a freelance writer, had come to this village to get away from the stress of work. The local tea shop owner first warned me, Sir, that bungalow is not good. Seven tenants have come in the last ten years, none of them have lasted even a month.
By Tushar Farabi2 years ago in Horror
Stalk, Slice, Bludgeon: How ‘Femgore’ Is Reinventing
A new wave of horror fiction is slicing through the literary world—one that doesn’t shy away from gore, rage, or revenge. Dubbed “femgore,” this genre-bending subcategory of horror centers on stories written by women, often about women, who stalk, slash, dismember, and devour—not as victims, but as perpetrators. This brutal, body-centric storytelling is not only disrupting long-held tropes in horror fiction but is also carving out space for women’s rage, trauma, and power in ways previously unseen.
By Md Soriful Islam2 years ago in Horror
The Whispering Walls
The Whispering Walls It was a quiet, unassuming house at the end of Maple Street. Nestled between two towering oak trees, it had been abandoned for years, its windows boarded up and its paint peeling like dead skin. The locals whispered about it—how no one who moved in ever stayed long. Some said they heard strange noises coming from inside late at night; others claimed to see shadows moving behind the curtains when there was no one home.
By VISHWANATHA2 years ago in Horror
“The Whistle in the Woods”
There were only three rules in the town of Elmridge: Never enter Hollow Pine Woods after sunset. If you hear whistling, don’t respond.
By VISHWANATHA2 years ago in Horror
The Final Traveler of Course 79
🎙️ "The Final Traveler of Course 79" In a calm city, there's a night transport. Course 79. It clears out each night at precisely 11:
By Siyam Islam2 years ago in Horror
Between Sacred Stones and Silent Screams: The Haunted Soul of Wat Sisaket
The Ghostly Past of Wat Sisaket: Lao's Spiritual Mystery Deep in the center of Vientiane, Wat Sisaket is a legacy to Laos' violent past and spiritual heritage. Built in 1818 on the orders of King Anouvong (Sethathirath V), this temple is the oldest surviving Buddhist structure in the capital, having escaped destruction by a hair's breadth during the Siamese invasion of 1827. Its unusual Siamese-influenced design—featuring a five-tiered roof and a cloistered courtyard—likely spared it the same fate as neighboring temples, which were reduced to rubble. It is today revered not only for its history but also for its notoriety as one of the most haunted locations in Laos, where the specters of the past whisper along its dimly lit passages.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Horror
Mysterious Red Sari Spirit & Haunted Tamarind Tree
The incident happened with his elder uncle, but at the request of Tapas Bhai, we are keeping his elder uncle’s name confidential. The time frame of this incident was around 1994 or 1995. During that period, the Bila (wetland) would have a lot of water in the rainy season. One day, Tapas Bhai’s uncle brought a kind of item made from palm leaves, called “Kunda” in the village language. He had gone to cut grass and also to collect Kachuri leaves and similar things for the cows’ feed. While bringing back those things for feeding the cows, there is a place near Baktarpur Bila. This place is, well, how should I put it, an area with trees, a homestead-like place. There stands a Hijal tree there. When his uncle was returning, he sat down under that Hijal tree to rest for a while. While resting absentmindedly, he broke a branch off that Hijal tree. After resting, he normally returned home. Once home, he fed the cows the grass and Kachuri leaves he had collected. Everything seemed fine, but that very night, the uncle suddenly started acting mad. He began speaking incoherently, did not want to stay indoors, and left the house. He scolded his family members and spoke nonsense to everyone. No one was able to hold him back—one person alone couldn’t restrain him, and even many together could not. He left the house. The uncle felt as if something had possessed or affected him in a bad way. When that negative force acted upon him, he felt as if someone was sitting on him, his chest became heavy, and it felt like a heavy stone was placed on his chest. He could hardly speak properly. This problem lasted similarly for about five to six days and then went away. He became completely normal, and everything—his words, behavior, and actions—were perfectly fine. About a month after this incident, the problem started again. One day, suddenly, the uncle couldn’t be found anywhere. No one could find him, and everyone started searching all around for him.
By Lily2 years ago in Horror
Traveler of the Frequented Prepare
The year was 1993. Inside the calm northern town of Lalmonirhat, Bangladesh—then untouched by modernity—nights fell into significant quiet. After nightfall, the town turned into a ghost of itself. It was in the midst of one such spooky night that something truly chilling happened, a story still whispered by the seniors with unease in their eyes.
By Siyam Islam2 years ago in Horror