Horror

The Garden Wall. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
Bancross Grove was on my paper round route as a child, and I think that even then, before I had any notion of moving from my family home, it was a location to aspire to. The houses were large period villas with enormous, imposing front gardens, and the land they held at the rear was even more impressive. I’m not entirely sure how and when I made buying a house on that tiny little cul-de-sac a priority, but I did, and I strived for two decades to get there. I can still remember that feeling of being handed that bunch of keys to 4 Bancross Grove and being left in the doorway to unlock my new home and plan the next part of my life there.
By Simon Curtis3 months ago in Fiction
The Watcher of Hollow Hill
The Watcher of Hollow Hill – A Tale of Shadows, Secrets, and Sacrifice Under the ghostly light of a full moon, the old manor on Hollow Hill stood like a scar upon the land. Surrounded by decaying trees and forgotten graves, the house whispered secrets of its own. For decades, it had remained empty, sealed off from the world by fear and superstition. Yet one fateful night, three siblings—Eli, Noah, and Lily—found themselves standing before it, unaware that they were walking into a story that had been waiting centuries to be told.
By Khan3 months ago in Fiction
What Charlie Said
Standing before the entry point to the past, I knew Charlie was right. She always was. Staring at the plain white door at the end of the long doorway, there was a sense of eerie foreboding in the air, that I could taste like acridity on my tongue. It felt as I imagine it felt for Danny in The Shining when he sees blood flow down the corridor of the Overlook towards him. There was no blood. My overactive imagination was firmly kept in check.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Fiction
The Crimson Glacier Mystery
In the heart of Antarctica, where the sun barely rises and the wind sculpts the ice into ghostly shapes, an anomaly had puzzled explorers for decades: a river of crimson water cutting through the blinding white. For years, local expedition teams whispered about the “Blood Glacier,” claiming that the flowing red beneath the ice was inexplicable, almost supernatural. Tourists who glimpsed it spoke of ancient curses, while scientists dismissed it as folklore.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
Borrowed Time
The clockmaker’s shop was the kind of place you didn’t notice until you needed it. It sat between a bakery and a pawn shop, its dusty windows filled with broken watches and rusted gears.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction
Echoes in the Midnight Room
Echoes in the Midnight Room The first time Marisol heard the whisper, she was alone in her apartment. The clock had just struck midnight, and the city outside lay quiet, only the distant hum of a car or two disturbing the silence. She’d sat down at her writing desk to draft lyrics for a new song — but what came through her headphones was not the track she’d recorded.
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in Fiction
6229-D. Honorable Mention in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
"Where does that door lead, Hank?" I'm having lunch with Hank. It was inevitable. It's Thursday, and we're both alive and employed. I did not like Hank at first. I mean, not at all--it wasn't just the kind of polite, vapid indifference that you need to get by in a crowded office in a pretty dubious workplace. I was actively hostile to the idea of doing anything with Hank. Shooting the breeze while we waited for coffee was an agonizing charade. Had I been capable of summoning the required energy, I would have hurt him.
By D. J. Reddall3 months ago in Fiction
Sleep my dear. Top Story - October 2025.
Hello my dearest, Do you miss the way my body squirmed at your touch, the way my muscles involuntary convulsed with every tattered breath of your passion?
By JBaz3 months ago in Fiction
Behind the Masquerade
Behind the Masquerade The ballroom glimmered like a dream dipped in gold. Dozens of masked faces floated beneath the chandeliers — laughing, drinking, whispering — each voice carefully measured, each movement rehearsed. It was called The Masquerade of Truth, though no one knew why.
By Straylight3 months ago in Fiction
The Leighton House
"You have to do it!" said Nikki. "Yeah, Jenni! Don't be a chicken!" said Carrie. I rolled my eyes. Why did the stupidest things always start with a dare? Why hadn't I learned my lesson yet?
By Sara Wilson3 months ago in Fiction
ICU. Content Warning.
The video bell rang and I answered it. It was dark and rainy out, and there was thunder as well, but I was not expecting anyone, so I was a bit wary of it. I hadn't ordered anything from Amazon or Just Eat, so I wondered who it was.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Fiction
Reflections of the Lake
The bus stopped with a jolt. Ethan Ward stepped down, his notebook tucked under his arm, and looked around. The lake was bigger than he had imagined — silent, silver, and endless. The mountains behind it looked like sleeping giants.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction