Horror

The Clock That Knew My Name
Tick. Tick. Tick. That sound had always been ordinary to me. The gentle heartbeat of time that fills a quiet room. But that changed the day the clock said my name.
By Waqas Ahmad3 months ago in Fiction
Torenza: The Lost Frequency (Part 4 — Final Chapter)
Jonathan Reed had been missing for almost six months. Officially, the case was closed—another unexplained disappearance at Heathrow Airport. Unofficially, people whispered that he was taken by “the man from Gate 13.”
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
The Forbidden Mountain of Russia — The Peak Where No One Has Ever Returned
Snow fell like silent ash across the Ural Mountains, coating every rock and branch in the quiet breath of winter. To most of the world, it was just another frozen wilderness of Russia — desolate, endless, empty. But to the men who dealt in secrets, there was one mountain that stood above all others in mystery and dread. Its name was whispered in coded briefings and red-classified files: *Mount Yamantau*.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Fiction
“The Night I Saw Something No One Believed”:
The night it happened, the air felt wrong—too still, too heavy, as if the world itself was holding its breath. I remember standing by my window, staring out at the edge of the forest behind our old farmhouse. The moon hung low and pale, lighting up the fog that rolled across the fields like silent ghosts.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Fiction
The Bear in the Big Blue Box
I could see it. There it was in the middle of the room. “What is it?” Bobby asked. “It’s a box. A blue box.” “What’s in it?”
By David E. Perry3 months ago in Fiction
The Cry in the Water Part 8
It had been waiting for them. Quietly, patiently, waiting for them. In a moment of retrospect, Jayr realized that it had probably been there for the last few minutes or more after locating their foot falls or the sounds of their voices. The creature was intelligent, cunning and beyond subtle when it wanted to be. Only now that it had been revealed, did the creature allow the translucent nature of its scales to regain their original color. A dark black shade, polished surface like obsidian, covered the creature entirely. Only it yellow eyes, large great orbs with vertical slits like a cat, stood out against the inky blackness of its body, and these burned with intense focus.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Remembered Her Death
I knew the alley before I ever stepped into it. I knew the smell of wet bricks, the flicker of the broken streetlight, and the sharp sting of the blade that pierced my ribs...
By Mr Harry3 months ago in Fiction
A Vampire Story
My little cabin had really changed since meeting my so-called daughter. She spent most of her time hanging out with other vamps, and regulars, as they called the non vampires, in Svalsbard. I didn't have any idea there were so many vampires here, or I wouldn't have come. Yet here I was, in my cozy cabin that has been rearranged to make room for Ivory and entertain visitors.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 months ago in Fiction
Fostering Doubts
Author's Preamble: As noted above, this is my 22nd rejection, in my ongoing attempt to win something or have something published outside of Vocal. The following story was written for the 2025 Ligonier Valley Writers' Flash Fiction Contest. The prompt was simply, AI/robots, the light or dark side. 1000 words or less.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Fiction
The Lost Ring
The road to Denver curved along the misty corn fields and they appeared like a serpent in the dark. Henry’s motorcycle growled low as he slowed near the old oak tree. The time was past midnight. It was not a very good experience for the rider, as the climate was tough out there, but Henry was not like the others. He wanted to find the lost ring of his fiancée.
By Dinesha Perera3 months ago in Fiction
I know
The first time Benji heard the whisper, he was standing over his brother’s grave. Tears blurred his vision, not quite falling but threatening to leak at any moment.
By Sara Wilson3 months ago in Fiction
The Day My Phone Betrayed Me
It all started on a bright Sunday morning — the kind of day when you feel like your life is finally under control. I woke up early, made myself a cup of tea, and decided to finally clean out my phone. You know, delete useless apps, organize photos, and maybe even respond to those unread WhatsApp messages from 2022.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Fiction