Horror

Old Hags and Lovely Witches. Top Story - October 2025.
Dear Parents of Judgement Hollow. A bloody, happy day after Halloween to you all. We hope this letter finds you all in rotten health.
By Novel Allen4 months ago in Fiction
The Room That Swallowed Her: A True-Feeling Mystery from the Edge of the City
Arrival: When Everything Seemed Ordinary Claire moved into the red-brick townhouse on the edge of the city because it felt like a fresh page. The rent was a steal for the neighborhood, the landlord was a little eccentric but harmless, and Mara—the roommate from the ad—seemed like someone who kept her life together. They shook hands in the hallway, swapped apartment hacks, and agreed: no drama, just two women who needed quiet and routine.
By Amanullah4 months ago in Fiction
Greener |. Winner in Parallel Lives Challenge.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. I’d catch glimpses of her out of the corner of my eye: when I grabbed my keys from the hook in the front hallway, when I brushed my teeth, when I checked my rear-view. At first, I wrote if off—get more sleep, Allison. Stop surviving off cappuccinos and B12 supplements. Our new deal in Buenos Aires had started to pick up steam; I told myself I couldn’t afford to get distracted.
By MA Snell4 months ago in Fiction
Storm-Born Sentinel
Rain struck Akira's armor like arrows on stone, each drop carrying whispers she could no longer ignore. She knelt on the wooden platform of the ancient temple, her katana resting across her knees as she performed the ritual of zazen—though tonight, meditation felt like preparation for execution.
By MJ Carson4 months ago in Fiction
Visitation
The knock at the door was so quiet that Jennie thought she was hearing things through the increasing wind and rain. Just as she turned back to the headache-inducing spreadsheet on the computer screen, she heard it again. It was unmistakable this time.
By Tina H4 months ago in Fiction
Dear Ouija Enthusiasts. Top Story - September 2025.
Dear Ouija Enthusiasts (humans), Halloween season is upon us, and as usual, many of you fools will venture upon Ouija encounters. While my comrades and I have no objections, due to last season's hike in spirit board related fatalities, we decided to put our thirst for naive souls aside momentarily and issue a one-time set of guidelines, outlining specific dos and don'ts, followed by a non-exhaustive list of repercussions for adamant opposers.
By Marilyn Glover4 months ago in Fiction
The Knock: Giants, Criminals and Me
I was tired when my battery charge read, 69. I placed it on the kitchen counter and walked towards the door. I’ve got clothes in the washing machine at 10:35pm.
By Caitlin Charlton4 months ago in Fiction
The Haunted Mansion
The Haunted Mansion The mansion stands at the edge of the lane. Its walls are high and cold, its roof bends with age, and ivy crawls across the stone like veins upon old skin. No birds fly above it. No dogs bark near its gates. The windows are blind. The doors are forever shut. People cross the road rather than walk past, for all know what waits inside.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Fiction
The Archivist’s Last Memory
The Archivist’s Last Memory The Archive stretched beneath the city like a cathedral of glass and whispers. Miles of crystalline servers hummed softly, carrying the weight of every life ever lived. When a citizen died, their memories—every sight, every word, every kiss, every silence—were uploaded, indexed, and preserved.
By Nox Ellery 4 months ago in Fiction
The Lads' Room. Content Warning.
The door in the house had been sealed shut for years. He never really thought about it, but now his parents were gone and the house was his.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Fiction
Sundown House. Honorable Mention in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
The knock at the door pierced through the night startling me out of my restless haze. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. 12:03 AM glared back at me luminously.
By Natassia Lawrence4 months ago in Fiction
The Halloween Murders
The Halloween Murders Halloween was never quiet in our town. The night carried a mix of smoke, laughter, and shouts of children running through the streets with masks too big for their faces. Pumpkins glowed on windowsills, some carved with smiles, some with crooked teeth. The air smelled of damp leaves and the faint sweetness of toffee apples. People joked that our town was cursed on Halloween. Most laughed, others whispered it as if it were truth.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Fiction