Horror

“Whispers of the Unknown”
Whispers of the Unknown By [Ali Rehman] The village of Eldermoor sat at the edge of the world — or at least, that’s what the locals believed. Nestled between misty woods and an endless stretch of twilight sky, it was a place forgotten by time, where strange things whispered on the wind and shadows danced just beyond sight.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Fiction
Glass Danse Macabre
The stillness. The steely stillness that stole my breath was ever present. For so long, it had claimed my heart and devotion, and felt alive. Now it felt empty.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (4). Content Warning.
Chapter 4: “What did she just say” I whisper to myself, her words haunting and ringing through my ears. “She said Sly’s dead? Who’s Sly?” My girl looks up at me with curiosity and none of the fear that’s draining all the blood from face.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction
Anthrozoophobia
Chapter 1: A ‘Quick’ Detour - 1994 “Come on dude, seriously? Star Trek is exceptional on its depiction of interspecies harmony. The series is a platform for exploring complex philosophical and ethical questions. Exploring themes of diversity, diplomacy, morality, and the human condition whilst offering thought- provoking narratives that challenge viewers to think deeply about the future of humanity, keeping a level scientific grounding.”
By Scott Grim3 months ago in Fiction
Tommyrot. Content Warning.
The only real concern I have with the vibrations in my blood — the ones that make my hands shake, my heart flutter, my arms shudder, and my stomach upchuck — is what they’re doing to my teeth. The routine vomiting is taking a toll.
By Roman Hale3 months ago in Fiction
The Call of the Minaret
The early sun had just started to rise from behind the house tops of Medina when Bilal woke up. The air was still cool and heavy with the smell of sand and date palms. For a moment, he listened to the faint sounds of the city waking -- the distant bleating of goats, the clatter of water pots and the quiet hum of life returning after the silence of the night.
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
The Light of the Desert
And the wind sang along the dunes, and Malik took a brush against his shabby cloak, and the desert sand was like tiny sparks on his face. This was hours of walking on part of him, in pursuit of the horizon that kept on pushing away. The sun was now setting, and coloured the sky with fire and gold.
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
THE PLASTER VEINS
The files from Harrowgate Orphanage were filled with mundane horrors—neglect, spoiled food, cold winters. But the clinical reports were contaminated by the children’s shared delusion. They didn't whisper about a monster under the bed; they were terrified of the "Wall-Press." It wasn't a creature, they insisted, but the absence of space. It was the narrow, suffocating darkness that waited patiently between the wall and your back. The orphans learned to sleep facing the peeling plaster. They said if you faced the open room, you’d feel it: a cold, damp puff of air on your neck, a presence that smelled of wet cement and something like spoiled, metallic milk. That was your only warning.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Siren of Vanavara
The shack stood out among the snowy forest. Its rotting wooden panels and chipped roof tiles gave way to its dilapidated state. My boots crunched in the thick white powder around me as I drew closer to the door. The windows have been long since boarded up and are caked with dirt. There is no seeing through them to what lies inside. Many people have speculated to the horrors that were locked within those four leaning walls. My mind kept to the idea that it was simply an old shack meant to serve as some sort of a halfway house during travel, or even a temporary lodge for a hunter.
By Gunnar Anderson3 months ago in Fiction
Through 6B. Honorable Mention in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
“I think that’s everything you need to know,” the superintendent said, setting down the bags he’d carried to her new apartment. “6D. Here’s your key. Lose it and it’s a hundred bucks to replace.”
By Steph Marie3 months ago in Fiction
Trick or Threat
Renee gazes at the live feed from their doorbell, her knuckles white on her phone... She watches the trick-or-treaters-- a witch, and a firefighter. They look to be about 6 and 7 respectively.
By Sam Spinelli3 months ago in Fiction
The Willowbrook Home for Foundlings. Honorable Mention in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
Cecil pressed his eye against the pupil-sized hole in the wall as he hunched down in the shadows of the west hall at The Willowbrook Home for Foundlings, which had been his home for the past month or so.
By Aaron Morrison3 months ago in Fiction