Pride Bohjam
Bio
I enjoy crafting dark, twisted tales that explore the supernatural and psychological. I hope my stories offer the eerie, unpredictable thrills you're looking for. Thank you for taking the time to give them a read!
Stories (16)
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The Silent Room
There was only one rule: never speak inside the room. The house had stood abandoned for years, an ominous silhouette against the darkening sky. We inherited it unexpectedly, a relic from a distant relative none of us had ever met. My sister Emily and I arrived at dusk, the light already fading, casting long shadows across the peeling walls and rotting floorboards.
By Pride Bohjamabout a year ago in Horror
The Night It Knocked
There was only one rule: never answer the door after dusk. That was what old man Corman told us when we moved into the crumbling farmhouse at the edge of town. A relic, he called it—a place that had seen too much. He was serious, too, his wrinkled hands trembling as he leaned in close, his breath a mix of whiskey and fear.
By Pride Bohjamabout a year ago in Horror
Beneath the Surface
There was only one rule: don’t look in the mirror after midnight. Simple, they said. Harmless, even. But we knew better. The house was older than the town itself, standing like a sentinel at the end of a long, narrow road. We’d inherited it from some distant relative, one whose name no one cared to speak of. When we first arrived, the whispers had already begun. People warned us, with eyes that darted nervously, about the mirrors. About the nights when the moon hung low and silvered the windows like frost.
By Pride Bohjamabout a year ago in Horror
The Midnight Callers
In the heart of a desolate, forgotten town, an unsettling ritual unfolds every night, like clockwork. Just past the stroke of midnight, phones ring. Not just any call—but a call from nowhere, a number untraceable. A voice, low and eerie, utters the same bone-chilling question to every unlucky resident: "Do you want to come outside?"
By Pride Bohjamabout a year ago in Horror