Horror
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
The Shadow in the Corridor:. AI-Generated.
It changed into almost 9:00 p.m. while Ayesha stayed in the back of at faculty to complete her undertaking. The corridors were unusually quiet, the form of silence that pressed towards her ears. As she walked in the direction of the exit, the fluorescent light above flickered, humming faintly. She paused, her footsteps echoing too loudly within the vacancy.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
The Night the Witch Stopped Waiting”
They said she haunted the forest long before the village ever existed. Some said that she had walked the earth for centuries, untouched by time. Others believed she was already dead, a wandering spirit wearing the memory of a woman's face. But the truth was far simpler, and far sadder: she was waiting.
By iftikhar Ahmad2 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Heard the Shadows
In a quiet valley far from busy cities, there stood a kingdom famous for its beauty but troubled by a strange mystery. Every night, the villagers claimed they heard whispers near the mountains. Some said it was wind. Others said it was the voice of spirits. No one really knew. The king often tried to investigate, but his advisors dismissed everything as superstition.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
The Cave. Content Warning.
The smell of the ocean air met violently with the putrid metallic odor of blood and viscera, the waves crashing around him as he stared blankly at the horizon while the Spanish galleon he arrived on grew increasingly smaller. He launched his pockmarked breastplate to the ground in disgust as his skin morphed from a sunburned olive to a pale alabaster.
By Marco Moteku2 months ago in Fiction
The Truth Behind the Evil Eye: Belief, Culture, Faith and Psychology
The idea of the Evil Eye, or Nazar, is deeply rooted in many cultures across the world. For centuries, people have believed that someone's gaze, filled with envy or admiration, can cause sudden harm or misfortune. But is Nazar truly a supernatural force, or is it something shaped by psychology and belief? This article explores the origin of the idea, how religions view it, and what modern psychology says about it.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
The Caretaker’s Cottage
As an avid, if amateur student of the lesser known castles and fortified buildings of the Highlands of Scotland and sometimes the Western Isles I was delighted when I received the phone call from an old university friend of mine who had continued this pursuit of learning in this field beyond the point I had moved onto the less exciting field of agricultural marketing.
By Simon Curtis2 months ago in Fiction
The Window No One Opened
The wind rattled the loose glass of the attic window long before I reached the staircase. This old house had lived a hundred lives, but tonight it felt more alive than it had in years. Shadows gathered near the corners, thick and silent, as if they too remembered what happened here.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
The Lanterns of Taal Ridge. AI-Generated.
The path to Taal Ridge was a stitched scar along the mountainside — narrow, ancient, and always whispering. Locals said the wind carried the voices of those who had climbed before, a soft chorus urging every traveler not to turn back. But for Arel Vazim, turning back was not an option.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
Couch Potato
It had been an extraordinarily long day for Gary. Much, much longer than any previous day. Gary was tired, so much more tired than he had been on any previously long day he had had. I should sleep well tonight, Gary thought to himself as he sat down. Sinking deeply into his well-worn plush recliner, his thoughts echoed: I should sleep.
By Ashley McMahon2 months ago in Fiction
