Horror

The Room at the End of the Hall
(A son returns home after five years to open the room his father left behind. The door was closed out of grief, but what he discovers inside changes the way he sees love, loss, and family. This emotional story explores how memories can stay frozen in time, waiting for the courage to be unlocked again.)
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
The Whisper Behind the Door
No one remembered when Room 31 had first been locked. The brass number on the door was tarnished and green around the edges, as if the metal itself were trying to rot away. Students at Pine Crest Boarding School whispered about it—how the hallway lights flickered when you walked past, how the temperature dipped even in summer, how sometimes, if you pressed your ear to the wood, it sounded like someone was breathing on the other side.
By Hashir2 months ago in Fiction
The Night My Shadow Walked Away From Me
Some nights stay with you forever—not because something magical happened, but because something impossible did. The night my shadow walked away from me wasn’t a dream, and it wasn’t a trick of the light. It was the moment I realized that sometimes, the parts of ourselves we ignore the most eventually demand to be seen.
By Muhammad Reyaz2 months ago in Fiction
Hide and Seek
A soft light from the living room spilled into the basement stairs. Little Ethan stood in front of the door no one had touched for years. He wasn’t sure why he felt pulled toward it… only that something inside seemed awake tonight.
By Ceyda Uztosun2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Door I Never Opened
The house on Calder Row was demolished in 2009. I watched the wrecking ball myself, stood behind the safety tape like a mourner at a funeral I wasn’t invited to.
By HearthMen2 months ago in Fiction
When Everything Beeps. Content Warning.
When he walked through the door, there was a beep. It didn't bother him; maybe it was a security thing. He came in and put the television on, but before it came on, it beeped. Each time he changed a channel, it beeped. This was beginning to grate a little.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA2 months ago in Fiction
Bleep
Bleep handed me a glowing green present. I took it. “Who are you,” I asked? He adjusted the knob on his belt buckle before speaking telepathically.
By DJ Robbins2 months ago in Fiction
A Message That Appeared on My Phone From the Future
It was a normal Thursday night—or at least, I thought it was. I was scrolling through my phone, half-watching a poorly made horror movie on YouTube, when something strange happened. My screen flickered for a split second, and a notification appeared.
By Muhammad Reyaz2 months ago in Fiction
The Floor That Wasn’t There
No one at the old Greymont Apartments used Lift 13—not if they could help it. The brass numbers on the doors were scratched, the button flickered as though dying, and the doors often shuddered before opening, like something inside needed time to hide. Tenants whispered that the lift had been sealed for years and only recently put back into service after renovations. Yet the building had no thirteenth floor at all. Floors jumped from 12 to 14, as most older buildings did. So no one understood why Lift 13 existed in the first place.
By Hashir2 months ago in Fiction
The House That Only Appears at Midnight
Introduction — The Night Everything Changed Some stories begin with a scream, or a ghost, or a warning whispered by someone who knows better.
By Fazal Hadi2 months ago in Fiction
The Person I Buried Came Back to My Door Tonight
I wasn’t expecting anyone that late. It was nearly midnight, the kind of hour when even the street dogs stop barking, when the whole world feels like it’s holding its breath. I was sitting alone in my living room, the lamp flickering for the third time that night, when I heard it: three slow knocks on the front door.
By Muhammad Reyaz2 months ago in Fiction
The House Gibson Stayed In. Content Warning.
Nathan was exhausted and the last goal felt impossible. He dashed down the field as two opponents surrounded. The firm ground grew muddy, the air filled with moisture, and sweat pooled on his back. The dark clouds clamped down on the sunlight — reminding him of a church pamphlet.
By zak karriem2 months ago in Fiction