Horror

The Cartographer’s Oath
When the old world was still folded between paper and belief, maps were considered sacred. Every line drawn was a promise—a shape of truth sworn to exist somewhere beyond the horizon. But in the winter of 1899, a single map was quietly removed from every archive of the Royal Geographic Society. Its name: The Atlas of Tartaria.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Hunter in the Mist. AI-Generated.
The forest road was golden that evening — washed in dying light, leaves whispering like old secrets. Jonas Vale, a solitary hunter, had walked these woods for twenty years. He knew every broken branch, every deer track, every breath of wind.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction
Peephole (amended version)
(Just now) With a heavy heart I placed my eye once more to the peephole. I knew, somehow, that it would be the last time. The eerie sounds of silence and chaos told me that. What also told me that, was the sight that greeted my wide, staring eye when I looked through. I had to blink several times to take it in. They were all coming for me. The cursed, the infected. Coming up the street towards me in a slow, steady motion, strangely as one, like a walking cloud of sickness, where my house stood at the top, at the end of the terrace.
By Karen Cave3 months ago in Fiction
Twinkle, Twinkle
Alone, deep asleep, Jolted by a vile cough, Someone’s in the room.
By Debbie Sipowicz3 months ago in Fiction
I am Poe's Black Cat
Let’s slip back into the shadowed corners of Poe’s tale, but now through my feline eyes: the witness, the familiar, the silent chronicler of descent. Here's a tale most terrible, steeped in dread and poetic irony.
By Novel Allen3 months ago in Fiction
In Strange Trees. Content Warning.
Introduction This image from The Enchanted Booklet has been haunting me for a while. I don't know the artist or the story behind it, but combined with a strange wood that is close to my home, I saw a story.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Fiction
Blue Light — The Last Reflection
They told Dr. Evelyn Shore that the blue lamps were a success because numbers do not lie. In the presentations she watched through a grainy conference camera, graphs sloped down like a prayer: incidents before, incidents after. The lights had been contagious—first Tokyo, then parts of Seoul, a pilot in Berlin, a study in São Paulo. Municipalities called them “a humane intervention.” Neuroscientists called them “a modulatory stimulus.” The press called them a miracle.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
When the Dead Knocks!
Strange and unusual are they. They say the dead know only one thing: how to wait. In Withering Hollow, the trees never grew straight. Their limbs twisted skyward like fingers clawing at a sky that never seemed to listen or answer. Children were warned not to stray past the stone boundary, where the forest ends- for beyond dwelled monsters and dangers older than bone.
By Antoni De'Leon3 months ago in Fiction
"Let's Build Another Tunnel!"
“Hello, Elon?” “Yes, Mr.President.” “Let’s scrap our plans for the Russian tunnel. Let’s build one from the White House new ballroom and bunker to Mar-a-Lago instead.”
By Lana V Lynx3 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Earth. AI-Generated.
The first time Evelyn heard the whisper, she thought it was the wind. She had been sitting by the old willow near the edge of the forest — her usual place of quiet since she’d moved into the countryside cottage two months ago.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction
The Pale Echo of Blue
Tokyo had changed since the blue lights appeared. What was once a city of noise had become a city of reflection — quiet, distant, and strangely calm.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Well of Wit
The Clever Rabbit 🐇 In a dense forest, there once lived a tiger who spent his days and nights hunting. All the other animals lived in fear of him because he was the biggest and strongest creature in the forest.
By Habib3 months ago in Fiction