Top Stories
Stories in Horror that you'll love, handpicked by our team.
Abyssal Ascent (Part II). Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
Ramona and Ingvar walk down the quiet, cobweb drenched halls of Hyperion’s research station. There’s a long moment of silence as the two investigate the haunting structure. There was ample evidence that whatever lifeforms had taken over the station were alien, hostile, and operated with invasive intent. “Why does it feel like you don’t care if you live or die anymore, Mona?”
By Siowas Strange2 years ago in Horror
Disappear. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. I didn’t know why, and I didn’t question it. Not at first anyway. There was this tugging feeling that I had every time I looked at the oak slab under the stairs, its polished brass knob tempting me. It was easy enough to ignore, but then came the rattling, as if someone was desperately trying to get out. It was startling every time, but it eventually subsided to a light knocking. Fear turned into curiosity as the craving to know what laid behind it grew and grew.
By Gunnar Anderson2 years ago in Horror
Journey Through the Door. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don't open the door. I have seen that door since I was a child. It haunts my dreams, but my grandmother warned me of the danger it presented. I never understood what she meant since she never elaborated on the dangers. My thought was she had gone through it at some point and knew firsthand. My feminine intuition told me to forget the door, but my stubbornness drove me to the threshold. I stared at the wooden surface, trying to sense what was beyond. I grabbed the handle and opened the door a crack and peeked through it. Seeing the same clearing I stood in I opened the door further and stepped inside. Everything seemed normal and I wondered why my grandmother warned me of the door. When I turned to go back through the door it was gone. I dismissed its nonexistence and walked home. On my way home I ran into my neighbor who always asked me out, but this time he just politely acknowledged me and went about his way. I found it curious but didn’t think too much about it. Moments later, outside my door, Katrina from next door approached me. I kicked myself for forgetting I was hosting lunch today, but she merely asked for my help as she caressed my arm. I stared at her hand as she touched me and wondered why she was flirting. I let it go as I responded that I needed to freshen up first and she happily returned to her place. I opened my door and the odor that greeted me was off somehow, but I rushed to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and my flowing hair and feminine features were replaced by a stern looking masculine face and screamed.
By Colt Henderson2 years ago in Horror
Revenge. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door on Halloween night. Stay inside. Don’t go out. Family lore, handed down. But when George bugged Maria about going to his friend’s party, she gave in with a tiny thrill. Superstitions were for her grandmother’s generation, not for her.
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Horror
Specimen. Top Story - October 2024.
"We have to find a way out of here, NOW!" "Shh, keep your voice down. We don't know what we're dealing with." Grogginess clouds my confused mind as I urge Jeanie to stay calm and huddled together, cautiously moving forward. Neither of us know how we ended up in the bowels of a subterranean cave. Somehow, I know we are underwater. Maybe it's the echoing drips casting an eerie sound pattern throughout the long, porous and dimly lit tunnels. Or maybe it's the horrible scent of dead, decaying fish accosting my nose with each breath, coating the back of my throat in a salty slime. It's disgusting! I swear we are underwater, though. Similar to the vague memory I have involving Jeanie and I being abducted by an unseen assailant... or assailants. I don’t know.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Horror
Not Every Door. Runner-up in Spooky Micro Challenge. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Tali had participated in dozens of studies to supplement her paltry waitress’s income. But this one was excruciating; hours in a white-walled room with nothing but a door she was not allowed to open.
By Emily Fine2 years ago in Horror
The Art of Sacrifice. Top Story - October 2024.
The commission had been irresistible, a studio furnished with rare pigments, including mummy brown—the infamous paint ground from ancient bones. The patron knew of Harper’s fascination with the occult. He gestured her in, leaving a single cryptic instruction: “Don’t open the door, not until it's complete.”
By H.M.Warden2 years ago in Horror
