Horror

Real horror stories that have already happened
A month passed since Amr and his mother stayed in the building, and then some strange events began as if someone was calling him or his mother even though he found her sleeping, and he noticed that he was the only one who heard the voices, so he went to do an audiometry, and there they put a stethoscope on his ear and the doctor asked him what he hears So he told him that there were sounds of a typewriter clicking, the sound of a wireless signal, and incomprehensible noises, so he put the headphones back on, and a woman’s scream appeared, which tired his ear. He can move a lot.
By ABDO3 years ago in Fiction
Staring
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. He had been born at the beginning of all this, the same as her. In fact, the same day, in the same hour. One week later, the storms had come. The Mistress treated her as if she had brought them.
By Rebekah Brannan3 years ago in Fiction
My Mind's Eye
I've always known that I was different. Growing up, I could feel it in my bones – like there was something special inside of me, just waiting to be unleashed. How others treated me and how they stared at the weird kid in class was almost too much at times. And as I got older, that feeling grew stronger, and I got a bit more peculiar as the days went by.
By Matthew Angelo3 years ago in Fiction
Challenge Inside the Cemetery True story from my village
On that day when it was cold and there was no moon at that time, and the whole world was dark, behind the mosque in my village, young people gathered as they do almost every day, then after a few moments they left the place in front of the school because there were no pictures in it, behind the restaurant that The introduction was that everyone was there and we talked and we stayed up at night very late, so that sometimes we stayed up until dawn or more, the night was very dark and we made a fire and sat around it warming ourselves from the bitter cold, after talking about everything and especially In the terrifying topics and stories of the jinn that happened in the village a while ago, in addition to a lot of horrors that is told from the mouths of the owners of these situations that they are true.
By ABDO3 years ago in Fiction
The Most Krampus-ful Time of the Year...
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. A beautiful sight, giving lie to the dangers that appeared shortly after the clouds lit up the blackness, drowning out the stars and moon.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
The Trees Swallow People: Part 14
It's Christmas in a few days, and understandably there's an unease about it. There's an odd feeling of shame intermingled with determined jovial spirits. There are fewer houses than ever decorated (many are without the excuse of being abandoned), yet of those that are, they appear more festive than in previous years. Interestingly, many of the ones I know lie empty are decorated, draped in lights hanging from the gutters, windows frosted in mock-snow from a spray can, and, perhaps a little morbidly given everything, a tree dressed in baubles and lights. Fake trees, obviously, but you wouldn't blame people for breaking from tradition.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Fiction
Return to Valkyrie
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Of course, what she knew as a window was a door to everyone else. A locker door that periodically swung open, and served as her prison.
By Zack Graham3 years ago in Fiction
Hope wrapped in tiny arms
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The attic had always been her papa's favorite room, he used to love to hide there and paint many lovely pictures. He didn't do that much anymore, I guess he was just too sad now.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Eye of Man-Made Gods
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Papa kept the door locked, never letting her inside except during morning prayer.
By Kelly Robertson3 years ago in Fiction
Three Musky Tears
A hulking drop of sizzling, putrid acid-rain crashed with force into Carew Tower, crumbling thousands of the old khaki bricks, sending them falling weightily downward hundreds of feet to the street below—its Art Deco, classic beauty now destroyed. Another drop fell subsequently, its size and shape similar to that of a Humpback whale. Each drop was filled with chemicals unnatural to normal precipitation. This bucket-like rainstorm hadn’t lasted long, but it was lengthy enough; the structural integrity of the building—along with several other nearby skyscrapers in downtown Cincinnati—was compromised. Carew Tower now stood—its naked interior exposed—like a slouching, decrepit midwestern obelisk glorifying the apocalypse.
By Robert Pettus3 years ago in Fiction
Next
Through the crackling of the fire, surrounded by the bricks that fortified its internal inferno, it was quite apparent that the man’s soul burned with. Till both the fire and his soul extinguish, so will his ambitions to live forth. Both flames that once stood firm with the roots surrounded by his personal library amongst the walls. Many who he breathed life into just to one day take away.
By DakTH3 years ago in Fiction
Hello Again
“My vision was blurry. The lights above and around carried their tails to one end to the other. Back and forth just like the chatter amongst voices I could not recognize. It was quite haunting in thought, but I felt warm. The warmth was unexplainable, not the depths of my body but in my spirit. My body felt numb and too stiff to move and when I did, these numb hands would caress and pin me down. I flared around further fear but did so with a smile, I think. I felt closer to home. I laid there fighting the beating of the drum. One after another. It got louder and perhaps more sinister, but the feeling of vibration kept the same. Ringing in my ears became louder with the drums. My eyes heavy but distinct voices became audible at this point, telling me to stay awake. I was afraid to go to sleep, but sleep was what I needed. I’ve had sleep paralysis before, so I didn’t think this was any different. The vibrational feeling became very loud and felt it in the warmth of my body to a point I was going to explode. My eyes then blinked slowly till they closed shut.
By DakTH3 years ago in Fiction