Horror

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
The Visitors. Content Warning.
Do you remember the story of Krista Lancaster? She was a reclusive woman, who never left her home, who relied on her neighbor, and who was rude to everyone, even the neighbor and his family, though everyone living nearby seemed to believe she had a soft spot for them.
By Luna Jordan4 months ago in Fiction
The Knock
It was a quarter past eleven when the knock came. Mr. George Henshaw had retired early to his study, as he often did, with a decanter of port and the evening paper. The fire was reduced to embers, the gas lamps casting a yellow gloom across shelves of leather-bound volumes. Outside, fog pressed against the windows, muting the small village beyond.
By Isabella lantry4 months ago in Fiction
In the Wake of A Nightmare
As I gazed through the French doors, a sweep of turquoise water stretched before me, waves crashing against the cliffs below with a rhythm that pulsed in my ears. This was the trip I had been longing for, and now that I was wrapped in its vivid reality, I felt lifted to a kind of heaven.
By C.Z. Munu 4 months ago in Fiction
When Silence Becomes Louder Than Words
It was a quiet Tuesday evening when Emily realized that silence could scream louder than any word. The dinner table was set, the chairs neatly aligned, the smell of roasted chicken lingering in the air—but the only sound was the steady tick of the old wooden clock hanging above the fireplace.
By Abid Malik4 months ago in Fiction
Dear Ghost Hunters
September 24, 2025 Dear Ghost Hunters: This is to warn you not to enter this haunted house. First, upon entering, you will lose your soul. Second, you will beheaded with mind confusion. Third, you will faint from the stench of death.
By Mariann Carroll4 months ago in Fiction
When The Wolf Spoke. Content Warning.
Prologue: Snow whispered as it fell, a hush that seemed to swallow even the grief clinging to Manya’s chest. She sat close to the fire, its weak orange glow fighting back the endless blue of the Siberian night, flickering against the hollow cave they hunkered down in. Shadows stretched long and strange along the jagged walls, twisting itself like smoke into faces half-remembered by time. Her daughter curled in her lap, raven hair tangled mimicking threads of smoke, small fingers curls in the edge of Manya’s fur cloak.
By Ghoulishtale Studios4 months ago in Fiction
🌙 The Shadow at Midnight
🖊️ Written by: Muhammad Yahya --- The Town That Slept Too Early Blackwood was a town that glowed in daylight. Its cobblestones sparkled after rain, lanterns swayed from iron posts, and children’s laughter spilled out from the bakeries and shops.
By Muhammad Yahya4 months ago in Fiction
The Vanishing at Blackthorn Abbey
The rain had been falling over Yorkshire for three straight days, soaking the earth and flooding the narrow lanes. On the fourth night, Detective Eleanor Ward received a call that pulled her from the warmth of her flat into the teeth of the storm. A tourist had gone missing—Karl Meyer, thirty-two, a German national traveling alone. His rucksack and camera were found at the entrance of Blackthorn Abbey, a ruin that clung like a scar to the cliffs above Whitby. His footprints ended at the threshold. No sign of struggle. No sign of retreat. He had simply ceased to exist.
By Wellova 4 months ago in Fiction
A Cruise for Only Two
The private party felt like it was running on its own rules. Soft lights, music low enough to feel secret, drinks passed around without anyone counting. Danny had found it by mistake, following the wrong hallway and catching a glimpse of a door that never should have been open. James was already inside, leaning against the bar like he owned the place. He had been on ships like this for years, knew the tricks, the hidden corners. Danny was wide-eyed, clutching his first drink like it might anchor him.
By Joey Raines4 months ago in Fiction
The Room with No Window — Part II
Jonathan Hale thought he had escaped the nightmare, but the room had other plans. The night he burst out of the boarding house in London, he was barely able to breathe. His clothes were torn, his fingernails cracked and bleeding, his eyes wild with terror. When the police found him, he babbled about a room without windows, about walls that whispered and a door that never stayed shut. They dismissed it as hysteria. The old building, they said, had plenty of cellars and crawlspaces. A trick of the dark, a bout of madness. Doctors labeled it sleep deprivation and trauma. But Jonathan knew the truth. He could still feel the weight of the walls pressing in when he closed his eyes, still hear the low hum of something waiting behind that door.
By Wellova 4 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger That Knocked at My Door in Autumn
A knock came soft at autumn’s breath, Between the dusk and twilight’s death. The wind had stripped the branches bare,
By Imoh Bel4 months ago in Fiction