Modhilraj

Joined December 2022

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Modhilraj writes lifestyle-inspired horror where everyday routines slowly unravel into dread. His stories explore fear hidden in habits, homes, and quiet moments—because the most unsettling horrors live inside normal life.

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The Last Call from a Dead Phone
I recognized the ringtone before I understood what I was hearing. It was soft, tinny, wrong—an outdated jingle I hadn’t heard in years. The sound crept through my apartment at 11:43 PM, threading its way into my bones before my mind caught up.
By Modhilrajabout 10 hours ago in Horror
My Reflection Started Blinking First
The first time it happened, I blamed exhaustion. I’d been working late for weeks, sleeping in fragments, living on coffee and half-remembered dreams. When I stood in the bathroom at 2:11 AM, staring at my own face under the harsh yellow light, it didn’t feel strange that my eyes burned or that the reflection looked slightly off. Fatigue plays tricks, everyone says that.
By Modhilrajabout 11 hours ago in Horror
The Train That Only Runs for the Missing
The train station wasn’t on any map. I found it by accident, following a shortcut home after a late shift, cutting through a street I’d walked past a hundred times but never down. The air smelled wrong there—stale, like rain trapped underground. At the end of the road stood a narrow platform lit by flickering yellow bulbs. A rusted sign hung crooked above it, blank except for peeling paint.
By Modhilrajabout 11 hours ago in Horror
The House That Breathes at Night
At first, everyone thought the sound was plumbing. A soft groan, like old pipes stretching, always around the same time—3:17 AM. In a house as old as ours, that wasn’t unusual. The building had stood for more than a century, swallowing generations of families, secrets sealed behind layers of paint and plaster. Houses like that made noise. They sighed. They settled. They complained.
By Modhilrajabout 11 hours ago in Horror
December 25th Repeats
I wake up to bells. Not church bells—those stopped ringing years ago—but the cheap electronic chime of my alarm clock playing a distorted version of “Jingle Bells.” The sound drills straight into my skull. My eyes open before I can stop them.
By Modhilraj22 days ago in Horror
The Carol That Knows Your Name
The first time it happened, I thought I was mishearing it. Christmas Eve had settled into the apartment like dust—quiet, soft, unavoidable. Outside, the city glowed in muted colors, strings of lights blinking in tired rhythms, as if even joy needed rest. I sat alone at the small kitchen table with a cup of reheated coffee, the radio murmuring to fill the silence. I always kept it on during holidays. Silence had a way of remembering things I tried not to.
By Modhilraj22 days ago in Horror
The Last Smile You’ll Ever See
They said it started as a harmless trend—another stupid social media challenge that teenagers picked up out of boredom and influencers exploited for likes. It was called The Last Smile Challenge. The rules were simple: record a five-second video of yourself smiling, tag three friends, and end the video with the words, “This is my last smile.”
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Blood Harvest Festival
The sign at the edge of Darlow Village was painted in cheerful red letters: “Welcome to Darlow – Home of the Blood Harvest Festival!”
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
AI After Midnight
When Lydia first built ECHO, she didn’t intend to create life. She just wanted company. The apartment was too quiet after Daniel died—her younger brother, the only person who truly understood her code and her silence. His absence was the first thing she noticed every morning, like a missing semicolon that broke the whole program of her life.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Door That Opens Only at 3:07
The first time I heard the door open, I thought it was part of the dream. It was a soft, deliberate sound — the slow turn of a handle, the whisper of wood against carpet. My eyes snapped open, my heart pounding, but the house was quiet. The clock on the nightstand glowed 3:07 AM.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Echoes of Blackthorn Manor
The trees surrounding Blackthorn Manor creaked and swayed in the wind, their branches like skeletal fingers grasping for the darkening sky. The once-grand estate loomed before Lucy Winters, its turrets and gargoyles reaching toward the heavens like macabre decorations. As a journalist, Lucy had a knack for sniffing out the most intriguing stories, and the legend of Blackthorn Manor was too enticing to ignore.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Motel at the End of Route 13
Every guest vanishes—but their names appear years before they’re born. They say the sign only lights up for those who are meant to vanish. On nights when the desert wind howls across Route 13, the flickering neon glows blood-red against the sand—“Vacancy.” But the strangest thing? The register already knows your name.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror

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The Last Call from a Dead Phone

My Reflection Started Blinking First

The Train That Only Runs for the Missing

The House That Breathes at Night

December 25th Repeats

The Carol That Knows Your Name

The Last Smile You’ll Ever See

The Blood Harvest Festival

AI After Midnight

The Door That Opens Only at 3:07

The Echoes of Blackthorn Manor

The Motel at the End of Route 13

Stories (107)