Horror

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
I Recently Watched One of the Darkest Episodes I Have Ever Seen in Television
I am a huge fan of a television show called, 'Little House on the Prairie.' It's such a wholesome story, following a family who lives in a countryside, told from the point of view of a little girl named Laura. While this show is known for depicting a beautiful story of a coming-of-age story with a girl and her family, this show has revealed a lot of disturbing moments that I did not expect.
By Emy Quinn4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of Stolen Voices
In the mountains of Romania, deep in the Carpathian forests, lies a place locals call "Codrii Furați" — the Forest of the Stolen. Few maps mark it, and those who wander too far inside rarely come back. The villagers whisper that the trees themselves are alive, but not with roots or sap. They are filled with voices.
By Wellova 4 months ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse at Skagen Point
At the northernmost tip of Denmark lies Skagen Point, where the Baltic Sea and the North Sea collide in endless grey chaos. Waves smash together from opposite directions, creating whirlpools, sudden riptides, and a constant roar that can be heard for miles. For centuries, sailors called it the "Mouth of the Drowned," and they feared the waters almost as much as they feared what stood above them: the lighthouse of Skagen Point.
By Wellova 4 months ago in Fiction
The Box That Wasn’t Mine
The Box That Wasn’t Mine By: [Elara Vale] I never went up there… until I found the box that wasn’t mine. The attic had always been off-limits. My parents joked that it was “full of old junk,” but I suspected there was more to it. Dust motes danced in the slanted sunlight, and the smell of aged wood made my skin tingle. Every time I asked to go up, they shook their heads firmly, warning me of splinters and falling beams. Naturally, that only made it more intriguing.
By Nox Ellery 4 months ago in Fiction
A Guardian Angel’s Fight
Description This is a guardian angel short story about an unseen fight with a low-level demon. It is an angel versus demon story where a clumsy guardian struggles to hold on to the fob that links him to his charge, stumbling through battle but refusing to give up.
By Joey Raines4 months ago in Fiction
Dark Echoes
You'll always be. 😰👂🏠💭💔🖤👁️‍🗨️😰👂🏠💭💔🖤👁️‍🗨️😰👂🏠💭💔🖤👁️‍🗨️ Single mum sales agent Sarah dragged the toothbrush over her teeth, not excited at the prospect of another endless day of mindless rants from a micromanaging boss.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin4 months ago in Fiction
Never Let It In
I was yanked out of a dead sleep from a knock at the door. My heart pounded in my ears as I sat up. Trying to figure out if I had dreamed of the noise or if it were really happening. Before I could even begin to calm my heart, I heard the knock again. Louder and more frantic. It is almost as if the person on the other side of the door desperately needed my assistance at that exact second.
By Raphael Fontenelle4 months ago in Fiction
ayuda. Top Story - September 2025. Content Warning.
“ayuda?,” a soft voice knocks on the gates of my sanctuary. a modest plea from the other side of my mental fortress; opposite my walls, locks, moats, and more walls of security after security within my thoughts.
By ⸘jason alan‽4 months ago in Fiction
Cry in the Water Part 7
The three stood there breathing hard, the only light in the hall coming down from slit windows, filtering thorough the dust they had kicked up in the rush of feet, looking like long gently draped curtains whispering against the floor. Looking beyond, they could vaguely see the long shape of a table, and benches on either side. Above, fragments of old tapestry that lined the walls wavered gently on softly moving air, their tattered remains hanging by threads through the long years.
By Jamye Sharp4 months ago in Fiction
Maurice Needs a Vacation. Top Story - September 2025.
The knock at the front door came in four evenly spaced out, but equally distinct, thumps. “No,” said Maurice from the kitchen table. He spooned another bite of Captain Crunch into his mouth and chewed loudly.
By Amos Glade4 months ago in Fiction