Horror
Remember Your Childhood Bedroom!. Content Warning.
Imagination in childhood is powerful. For a short time, it shapes our lives but how we loose it.. I remember waking up in my bedroom, colours bursting all around me, toys of every shape and size waiting to be played with. Big smiles, bold eyes, and bright creatures greeted me each morning. Back then, even the smallest things seemed huge and magical.
By Cryptic Edwards4 months ago in Fiction
Trapped by the Spider. Content Warning.
**Warning: Contains depiction of kidnapping and torture.** I knocked on the door three times. Knock. Knock. Knock. My presence was greeted by a dog barking, and within a minute, the sound of locks fumbling. The door swung open and I was greeted by the acrid smell of Marlboro red’s–what Grandpa used to smoke. A man stood in the doorway with a mess of curly grey and smoke-dyed hair. A slop of a beard decorated his face with his high cheekbones that pushed on narrow, beady brown eyes. He stood taller than me, but was short for a man. His red and black flannel fit poorly over his round belly.
By Callum Summers4 months ago in Fiction
The Knock from Nowhere
It came at midnight. A steady thump, seconds apart, continuous. It awoke Ophelia from her deep slumber, dragging her unwillingly back to the waking world one harrowing beat at a time. She stumbled from the shadowed room, barely making it down the stairs in one piece. The minuscule light protruding from the almost-blackout curtains lit fractions of her space, thanks to the bedroom directly facing a glaring streetlight. Slippers forgotten in the dream-like haze she was clouded with, Ophelia felt a flush of chill shoot up from her toes as she stepped down onto the concrete floor. She stepped back onto the carpeted staircase, the shock of the ice cold ground snapping her awake rather quickly.
By Maddy Haywood4 months ago in Fiction
The Mystery of Cliff House. Honorable Mention in A Knock at the Door Challenge. Content Warning.
Three firm knocks echoed through the quiet house, cutting through the rhythmic sound of the ocean below the cliffs. Even the gulls were silent in the cold, stark island landscape.
By C.M.Dallas4 months ago in Fiction
The Dead World
Another quiet night, just the way Connor liked. It had taken some time but he'd eventually learned to live with it. The silence almost as oppresive as the bleak night. Of course he had to ignore the occasional groan of a passing zombie. But in five years it only now elicitted a slight feeling of dread.
By Joe Harris4 months ago in Fiction
Nothing II. Honorable Mention in A Knock at the Door Challenge. Content Warning.
I wake to a knock. The room is dark, and I am dazed. The rapping is at my bathroom door. Uneasy, I plant both feet on the hardwood floors. I rise and move forward, but there is nothing out of the ordinary on the other side.
By Ashley Lima4 months ago in Fiction
The Box That Knocks. Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge. Top Story - October 2025.
It was one of those nights. The kind where time drags on and the world outside feels far away, as if everyone else were somewhere else, doing something else, and you were left behind in your own house, stuck in the limbo of boredom and solitude.
By Emily Albers4 months ago in Fiction
Threshold. Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
Every night at 3:03, my door remembers a hand that isn’t there. The first time, I sat up in bed convinced I’d dreamed it. The second time, the sound was so exact that I reached for my phone before my eyes opened, thumb finding the clock in the dark. 3:03. One knock. Not a rattle or tick of old pipes, not the sloppy stutter of someone stumbling down the hall. A single, patient knock. As if the night had put a finger to its lips and then tapped once to say hush, listen.
By Aspen Noble4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Garden on Earth
The world had forgotten what green looked like. Cities were made of metal and ash, skies were silver with dust, and oceans were mirrors of poison. For thirty years, humanity had lived under domes that filtered air and light — a sterile cage built to protect them from the wasteland they had created.
By Muhammad zahoor4 months ago in Fiction
