Horror
The Seventh Hour
The Seventh Hour The town of Eldergrove was known for its silence—a kind of stillness that hung over it like an unspoken rule. The townsfolk spoke in hushed voices, moved with purpose, and never lingered outside after sunset. It was a place where secrets nested in every shadow and every clock seemed to tick just a bit slower. But the most unsettling thing about Eldergrove was the ancient clock tower that loomed over the town square. Its hands had been frozen at seven o'clock for as long as anyone could remember.
By Himansu Kumar Routrayabout a year ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 3
<< Click to read from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click to read Chapter 2 On the security camera app installed on my cell phone, I watch the nothingness on the screen. In front of me, Farley walks across the bridge. It’s the same easy walk he’s had from since when we were kids. He doesn’t look back which makes it easy to take a moment and dip into my pixelated reverie. The cabin is black and grey except for the clump of dim white glow near the bottom corner of the screen. No sound comes from the room, no footsteps or crackling of a wood-burning fire from when Farley and I were kids. Even in the middle of the day, the room on the screen is midnight dark.
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 2
<< Click to read from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click to read Chapter 1 I look to you, slumped in the corner, as if awaiting your approval. My one remaining eye has adjusted more now. I can see more than just your rubbery skin, neon with death in front of me, and the single, shiny eye of the camera. I can make out the moose head I know is there, the overstuffed loveseat, the long, leather sofa under Auntie Rachel’s watercolour paintings. The ones she made when she got brain cancer. I can see the radiation on those paintings, green and luminescent, sparkling like the snowy landscapes they depict. The radiation poured from her pupils as she transferred the images from her mind to the coarse paper. Snowy hills, like clean, fresh starts, the radiation underneath only visible to me. Like two weeks from now, when the tourism season will officially be over, when winter will come, and here you and I will be. The two of us, alone, at last. Like it should have always been.
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 1
< Click to read Chapter 0 Farley won't stop fucking around with his hunting knife. The sound sets my teeth on edge. The bridge has transformed over the two years since I sold it, most of the change happening within the last one. The limestone has been reinforced, no longer crumbling at random intervals, and signs have been put up at both ends with detailed directions on how to get through the forest safely and with ease. Different trails are marked with either green, orange, or red lines to allow tourists to select their difficulty. None of the trails are truly difficult anymore, though. None, except the unmarked ones. Farley’s face twists in disdain when he sees the sign, wide and dummy-proof.
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 0
I smile up at the camera. A past version of me, a ghost version, sits hunched over a laptop in a dark room and watches the grainy, bluelight images move across his screen. I picture being that other version of me right now, the one that doesn’t exist, staring blankly, hungrily at the scene. Finally, I hear him think, something different. He hasn’t realized it’s us yet – me, him – and so he laps up the image. Two slumped over figures, one barely human anymore, the other a black-and-white night vision phantom of a man, smiling at the camera. His one eye glows, a white ring of two-dimensional fire that burns into the lens. The other eye is a wet slit, open, gooey, dripping, the membrane now a soft, stretched sock drooping over the eyelid, the kind of sock Farley and I used to hit each other with, with tennis balls dropped down in to the toes, the kind you used to hate. I shudder, look sideways with my one eye at the barely human figure slumped beside me, at once the man in the night vision scene again. You would not have approved of this. Not one bit. I look back at the camera, attached to the nose of the moose Farley had killed when we were fourteen, the camera I put up after Dad died. You would have been mortified. Would have called me indecent. I would have told you, it’s called being smart. You and I both know, you would have seen through that.
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
The Cursed House
The Cursed House: Beyond the White Wall In a small village surrounded by green hills and dense forests, there stands an old, abandoned house overlooking the village from the top of a hill. This house, known as "The Cursed House," holds terrifying secrets and strange tales passed down through generations. The white wall surrounding the house is not just an ordinary wall—it is a gateway to a world of mystery and horror. This story delves into the secret of that white wall and the curse that has turned the house into an unbearable place.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓about a year ago in Chapters
The Orphans in the Woods
Rohan was 9 and his sister Gertrude was 7 when they lost their parents. The year was 1970 when the tragedy happened and the siblings became orphans on the run. They had been living in Branchville, New Jersey in a lovely 3-bedroom house with their parents - Stefan and Gretchen Hamberg. They were a happy family. Everything seemed just right. Stefan had a good job as a trucker. Gretchen took care of the home and children. Rohan and Gertrude rode the bus to school Monday through Friday. On Sundays, Stefan was always home for morning church and evening dinner. Life was good. Until the dreadful August day. It was the last date that Rohan would remember for any significant reason. August 18th, 1970. That was the day when Stefan and Gretchen were murdered.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Chapters
The Night of Struggle
The Night of Struggle: Breaking into a Mysterious Doorless House! On a cold autumn night, with the sky overcast and the wind howling like hungry wolves, a group of adventurous friends decided to explore a mysterious house that was the subject of many terrifying tales. This house was unlike any ordinary home—it had no doors! Yes, a house without doors, as if it were challenging anyone who dared to enter. That night became a night of struggle between fear and courage, reality and imagination, truth and legend.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓about a year ago in Chapters
Flight 19 (1945)
Flight 19 (1945): The Mystery That Baffles the World On December 5, 1945, five U.S. Navy aircraft mysteriously disappeared during a routine training mission over the Bermuda Triangle. This incident, known as "Flight 19", is one of the most intriguing maritime and aviation mysteries in history. No trace of the planes or their crew was ever found, making this event the subject of numerous theories and speculations. In this article, we will explore the details of Flight 19, the theories surrounding its disappearance, and the questions that remain unanswered to this day.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓about a year ago in Chapters
The Disappearance of the Roanoke Colony (1587)
The Disappearance of the Roanoke Colony (1587): The Mystery That Baffles Historians The disappearance of the Roanoke Colony in 1587 is one of the most mysterious and intriguing historical enigmas. Located on Roanoke Island, off the coast of present-day North Carolina in the United States, this colony was one of the first English attempts to establish a permanent settlement in the New World. However, the colony vanished mysteriously, leaving behind few and cryptic clues. In this article, we will explore the story of the Roanoke Colony, the theories surrounding its disappearance, and the questions that remain unanswered to this day.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓about a year ago in Chapters
Incredibooks: Pretty Monster
When your bookworm of a best friend drops a second novel about an unhinged stalker in your hands you have no choice but to read it for your own interest. This story titled “Pretty Monster” by author Sheridan Anne was an absolutely twisted thrill ride of stalking, obsession, seduction and deception.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Chapters
