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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
Whispering Shadows
In the heart of a forgotten town, where the rustling leaves tell tales of ancient secrets, stood the cemetery of Oakwood Grove. It was a place where time seemed to stand still, where the whispers of the deceased danced with the wind, and where the shadows held stories of their own.
Ekombe hauPublished 9 minutes ago in HorrorThe Headless Haunting: A Tale of Dread
In the heart of a mist-laden forest stood a dilapidated mansion, its crumbling facade a testament to years long past. Whisperings of its history spoke of tragedies, of souls lost to the shadows that seemed to dance within its walls. Among these whispers, one tale stood out, a tale that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls: the legend of the headless ghost.
Ekombe hauPublished about 4 hours ago in HorrorTHE JINN'S CURSE
Chapter 1: The Whisper It all began with a single whisper, barely audible, yet enough to send a shiver down my spine. As a writer fascinated by folklore, I, had always been intrigued by tales of the supernatural. Little did I know that my curiosity would lead me into the heart of an ancient and terrifying mystery.
Ibrahim ZainabPublished about 11 hours ago in Horror“The Unbecoming of Belinda Blackwell”
Belinda Blackwell is a woman who finds solace in her husband's chest, as he had not been expecting her or her father. Her father's illness required open schedules from his children, and she had to return early to him. When Oscar arrived early, Belinda decided to bid her brother and father farewell and return home.
Kamran AlamPublished a day ago in HorrorSafe and Sound Safe and Sound
At 7.15 a.m., Grace goes downstairs to her phone, which is fully charged and removed the cable. She checks for messages from her mother, Sarah, and Rich, who have not heard from her in ages. She asks if he had a good weekend and sends 23.03 yesterday. She is in bed by 10 and forgets to come downstairs. She sleepwalks again and gets regular now. She sees a doctor and is relieved that Rich is fine.
Kamran AlamPublished a day ago in HorrorThe selfie of Dorian Gray
Dorian Gray, a 25-year-old bachelor of the Brighton gay scene, is a man who has always been drawn to beauty and self-love. He takes a selfie at a barstool in the Poison Ivy, where he enjoys a margarita and a phone. The moment he takes the selfie, he realizes that it is the face itself that makes it so exquisite.
Kamran AlamPublished a day ago in HorrorThe Whispering Isle
Amidst the vast expanse of the unforgiving sea lies an island veiled in mystery and shadow. Whispers of its haunted past echo through the waves, a siren's call to the curious and the brave. Tales of lost souls and ancient curses intertwine with the salty breeze, drawing travelers into its enigmatic embrace. This is the story of The Whispering Isle.
Ekombe hauPublished a day ago in HorrorCrimson Nuptials
In the heart of the English countryside, where rolling hills met the sprawling expanse of the moors, there stood an ancient manor. It was a place steeped in history, its walls whispering tales of love and betrayal, joy and sorrow. And on this particular night, within the confines of its ivy-clad walls, a wedding was about to take place.
Ekombe hauPublished a day ago in HorrorThe Horrible Train
I'll never forget the day I boarded the horrible train. It was an old, rickety thing, with creaky wheels and a groaning engine. I had no choice but to take it, as it was the only train running on that fateful night.
Isra SaleemPublished a day ago in HorrorEchoes of the Forgotten Village
In the heart of the dense forest stood a forgotten village, shrouded in mystery and whispered tales of horror. Three curious teenagers, Emma, Alex, and Ryan, ventured into this eerie place on a dare, seeking thrills and adventure. Little did they know, the village held secrets darker than their wildest imaginations.
AroseFromAshPublished 2 days ago in HorrorThe Note (Part 3)
The ride to the police station seemed a blur. Buildings, cars, and streetlights all passed by in a flash. They turned into a gated back lot and the Constables got out of the car walked around to the side door and pulled it open with a horrid squeal. As Eden went to step out onto the graying pavement, she recoiled. The Officer's face was rotting away, maggots and mealworms squirmed in and out of the black orifices that sunk into his blue-tinted skin, which peeled away like some sort of smoke-stained wallpaper. He looked like a rotted corpse that was suscept to some horrible fate leaning against the side of a rusted-out husk of a patrol car.
Nicholas R YangPublished 3 days ago in HorrorDo flamethrowers belong in the library?
The librarian is searching for a lost person in the library, and she is not alone in her search. She has help from the Watchers and Listeners of the shelves, who help her find the scent. However, today, the librarian's search has exceeded more than an hour, pushing it further.
Kamran AlamPublished 3 days ago in Horror