Horror

The Man Who Lived Twice – Part Four
The mirror sat on Evelyn’s desk for three nights. She hadn’t slept since it arrived. It wasn’t fear — it was knowing. That same quiet knowing that comes before a storm.
By The Davids3 months ago in Fiction
He Thought Himself the Predator
The door had been left unlocked. It was a foolish move on her part, as anyone could have entered into her home while she was gone. And someone did – slipped through the front room door while the occupant was away, made his way through the home and found himself standing in the quiet bedroom of his prey.
By Connie3 months ago in Fiction
🌌 The Clockmaker’s Promise
In the heart of a fog-covered town stood a little shop that never seemed to close. Its wooden sign read: “Elias & Timepieces: Repairs for All Things Broken.”
By Asghar ali awan3 months ago in Fiction
Junkie Heaven
Doyle Burkett woke face-down in a motel bed that smelled like mildew and old sins. His arm throbbed. A needle stuck out like a cruel joke. He pulled it free, watched the blood bead, and stumbled to the bathroom.
By Lee Kolinsky3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas: Part IV — The City Beneath the Reflection
The sea outside Torrento was no longer behaving like a sea. At dusk, when the tide receded, the coastline revealed something impossible—fragments of cobblestone streets, faint outlines of doors, and lampposts standing upright beneath the waves.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Lived Twice – Part Three. AI-Generated.
The river swallowed the USB drive, and for a while, Evelyn thought it was over. But deep underground — beneath a decommissioned Helix facility no one was supposed to remember — a single light came alive.
By The Davids3 months ago in Fiction
Midnight Key
Rude hour. Key on the counter. Old brass—cold weight—crooked teeth. No tag, no ring, no note; just presence where absence lived five minutes ago.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas: Part III — The Shoreline That Wasn’t There
The waves around Torrento had grown quieter—too quiet for a city built beside the sea. Fishermen whispered that their nets came up tangled with threads of paper instead of fish, and that sometimes, in the reflection of the water, they could see streets beneath the tide.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Drowned Coordinates
It was 2 a.m. at Torrento Airport. The terminal was empty except for the faint hum of cleaning drones. A night guard named Marco was making his usual rounds.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Room In The Mirror. Content Warning.
In the hallway of his house, he had a big mirror, although he seldom used it, it was just there, above the hall table. One day, he looked and he noticed something strange, the reflection wasn't the hallways at all, but a dark bedroom. He could see a bed and a window, but he couldn't see what the window looked out on.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Fiction
The Moon and the Fisherman’s Promise
Old Man Kael was a fixture of the coastal village, as permanent as the cliffs and as solitary as the lighthouse. For fifty years, he had done the same thing on the night of the full moon. While others slept, he would push his small, wooden skiff into the black water and row. He wouldn't cast his nets. He would simply row to the same spot, far from shore, where the world was reduced to water and sky.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Eye Behind the Door
It begins with a blink. Not yours, the keyhole's. You lean toward the door and the brass narrows, then opens again, a pupil taking you in. The plate is warm, the way coins are warm after a stranger has held them. You tell yourself it’s the house breathing, wood adjusting to the evening. You tell yourself a lot of things that are almost true.
By Echoes By Juju3 months ago in Fiction