Horror
Demons Smile Too. Content Warning.
Knock. Knock. Knock. The thuds pound against my heart, stuttering its beat with the too late visit. Turning to the clock, the hour hand slides into ten o’clock. I close my book with a sigh and hope it’s only one of my friends after a night out needing a place to crash.
By Bea Weaver4 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Remembered Tomorrow. Content Warning.
The Man Who Remembered Tomorrow Ethan woke up with the same unsettling certainty he had learned to accept: he already knew what today would bring. The sensation was always disorienting—memories of events that hadn’t happened yet, as vivid as dreams but sharper, more insistent. At first, it was subtle: he’d know which song would play on the radio, or what small argument he’d have with his neighbor. But over time, the visions had grown longer, more detailed, and impossible to ignore.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Fiction
The Room My Father Told Me Never to Enter
Growing up, there was always one rule in my house: “Never open the door at the end of the hallway.” My father was strict about it. He never explained why, just repeated it with a tone that left no room for questions.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah4 months ago in Fiction
The Legend of Long-Shanks. Top Story - October 2025.
Goody Patience had just laid her head upon the pillow when it happened. For a moment, she believed she were dreaming, so she rolled over and paid it no heed. Her eyes snapped open again the same second she closed them, however, when she heard it once more: a sharp knock-knock-knocking on the front door downstairs.
By Natalie Gray4 months ago in Fiction
Keyhole Peeking. Top Story - October 2025. Content Warning.
Looking through a keyhole isn’t as cool as it looks in the movies. Right now, I’m looking through the keyhole of my neighbor’s room. Normally I wouldn’t be doing this. Since it really violates other people’s privacy. But an hour ago I heard something from the room. At first it wasn’t all that loud. Sounded like soft sobbing. It’s almost as if someone was trying to not be heard crying.
By Raphael Fontenelle4 months ago in Fiction
The Holy American Empire
Relief came first. For the first time in weeks, trucks rolled across Mexico’s highways carrying sacks of grain, barrels of fuel, crates of medicine stamped with the seal of the Empire. Markets opened cautiously, lights flickered back to life in the cities, and families wept as refrigerators hummed again. The blockade was over.
By Logan M. Snyder4 months ago in Fiction
The House Where Time Waited
Elena had always loved old houses. She said they had memories etched into their walls, that the floors whispered secrets if you walked barefoot long enough. So when the listing appeared—an abandoned Victorian on the edge of town, overgrown with ivy and sitting heavy under the shade of centuries-old oaks—she knew she had to see it.
By Aizaz Arshad4 months ago in Fiction
The Midnight Key.
An unexpected knock at the door jolted Clara from her evening reverie. She wasn’t expecting anyone—her apartment was usually quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the occasional honk of a car outside. She frowned, lifting herself from the couch. That knock had been deliberate, firm, and oddly precise, as if the knocker had known exactly how to reach her.
By Muhammad Ilyas4 months ago in Fiction
