Horror

The Cry in the Water Part 9
"Come, come to me Balthamar!" cried the hooded figure, between other words of dark arcane language that grated on the listeners with the force of malice. "I call you forth to my service!"
By Jamye Sharp3 months ago in Fiction
Ghosts came to Tea
Now, believe me when I tell you, that Shamus and I had no idea that we had been dead these past ten years. I mean, we have had our "All Hallow's Eve Tea Party Date" at the same time at midnight every year since we had been together.
By Novel Allen3 months ago in Fiction
THE HARVEST OF WHISPERS
The ancient Yorkshire village of Blackwood Beck didn't celebrate Halloween; it performed it. For the outside world, it was the "UK's Most Authentic Halloween Experience," a tourist trap of plastic skeletons and overpriced pumpkin ale. But for Liam, a cynical London journalist sent to cover the festival, the authenticity felt... forced. It was in the way the locals' smiles didn't reach their eyes, and in the way they spoke of the "Harvest" with a capital 'H', a term that carried a weight far beyond simple trick-or-treating.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
KNOCK ON EFFECT
Only Malcom would desire to live life in such a fastidious fashion. His clothes had to remain wrinkle free at all times, shoes reflecting a military shine, and most importantly, because he was such a picky eater, his meals had to be prepared to the utmost perfection. Only the best ingredients money could buy were good enough for him. His fussy habits angered everyone he came into contact with, and it was only a matter of time before his associates decided to exact their revenge.
By Mark Gagnon3 months ago in Fiction
The Forbidden Mountain of Russia: The Pulse of the Damned
The crystalline resin crept up Donovan’s arms like frozen ivy, a searing cold that burned deeper than any flame. Each tiny, hexagonal facet pulsed with the same faint red light that illuminated the chamber, syncing with the relentless thump-thump-THUMP that vibrated through the metal floor. The reanimated figures—their faces hollowed out by frost and eternal agony—held him fast, their grip iron-strong. The voice of KROVI, a horrifying choir stitched from the stolen voices of the Frozen Five, echoed not just in the air, but inside the very marrow of his bones.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Next Door
When Michelle and her family moved into the old white house on Country Meadow Lane, she didn’t expect much excitement. Her parents were thrilled about the quiet neighborhood and had gotten a hell of a deal on their beautiful new home, but Michelle was annoyed. She didn’t want to be the new kid. She didn’t want to go through the awkward process of making new friends. She was lonely.
By Sara Wilson3 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Captured the Moon in a Jar
Leo was a boy who loved the moon with a desperate, possessive love. Every night, he’d press his face against his bedroom window, watching it sail through the clouds, a perfect silver coin. He hated that he had to share it with the whole world. He hated that it always, eventually, slipped away.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Room with No Mirrors – Deep Psychological Story (Narration for YouTube)
They told me memory can’t lie. But after what happened in Room 27… I’m not so sure. I was 29 when I joined the clinical study at the Mindwell Institute — a new research project on “visual memory reconstruction.”
By Naimat ullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Intruder. Top Story - November 2025.
I could see them earlier today. My keyhole looks into the hallway, but I can see into the living room too, occasionally catching glimpses of my favourite family. The long luscious blonde locks of Gabi, that flowed behind her like the veil she's wearing in the picture in the hallway. The tall handsome Zack, with large rippling muscles in his shoulders as he lifted little Ava high up in the air. The perfect family, illustrated well by the perfect pictures on the wall opposite my peephole.
By Liam Storm3 months ago in Fiction
Borrowed Moon
The first time I saw the sign, I thought it was a joke.White chalk on the café blackboard, right under the croissant doodle: Borrow the Moon. Returns due by dawn. Price listed as “suggested donation,” which is either generous or ominous depending on your week.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Fiction
*Do Not Read*. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
The crack between the closet doors—that slice of primordial light in the musty dark—demanded investigation. Look, the lights said. Behold me.
By Tyler Clark (he/they)3 months ago in Fiction
The City Beneath the Clock
Beneath the old city of Aldenbrooke, where cobblestone streets echoed with the sound of forgotten footsteps, there was a legend whispered among the locals — a story of a hidden world beneath the clocktower. They called it The City Beneath the Clock, a place where time itself had stopped.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Fiction