Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Horror.
The Glitch in the Loom of Night
Unit 734’s optical sensors always registered the world with unwavering precision. Every dust mote’s trajectory, every flicker of a faulty fluorescent tube, every minute tremor in the building’s foundation – all processed, categorized, and filed within its vast, unblinking data banks. Its primary function, ‘Environmental Regulation and Maintenance,’ was performed flawlessly, its metallic limbs moving with the oiled grace of a perfect machine. Its internal chronometer marked the passage of cycles with sterile accuracy, each nanosecond accounted for, each operational parameter within optimal range. There was no room for error, no capacity for deviation, and certainly no concept of the illogical.
By The 9x Fawdiabout a month ago in Horror
A Summer Alone in the Dorm
The summer break was just a few days away. Trains were already full to the brim, buses tickets were sold out at a fast rate and the campus looked as if it was going down with the ship since it was getting emptied very quickly. Everyone was in a hurry to get home.
By Rubaiat Tanzimabout a month ago in Horror
A Stranger Outside My House Started Calling Me (True horror story). Content Warning.
The story you’re about to read is not fiction; it was shared anonymously with us, and we’ve chosen to share this message with everyone. While the content of the confession may be unsettling to some, it serves as a powerful testament to the experiences faced by individuals who choose to remain anonymous. We believe in providing a platform for diverse narratives, even those that may evoke strong emotions or discomfort. It is a reminder that everyone’s journey is unique, and sharing these stories fosters understanding and empathy within our community.
By 18 plus homeabout a month ago in Horror
The Ghost in the Voicemail
the first voicemail came on a Tuesday afternoon, the kind of gray, unremarkable day when nothing feels real anyway. I had just parked my car outside the grocery store. There were melting frozen dinners in the backseat and a half-finished coffee that had gone cold hours ago. I wasn’t really paying attention to anything—certainly not my phone.
By TariqShinwariabout a month ago in Horror
The Silence at Blackmere House
Blackmere House stood at the edge of a forgotten coastal cliff, where the wind howled through broken railings and the sea beat against sharp rocks like a restless heart. It was the kind of place people in the UK whispered about, a house with a history so dark that even local tour guides avoided telling the full story.
By Iazaz hussainabout a month ago in Horror
The Room I Built. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I’ve avoided that room for years. Tonight, something inside knocks. The door creaks when I push it open. Dust drifts in pale beams of light, falling on objects I recognize but can’t place. The air is thick, almost tasting of mildew and old paper. The walls stretch higher than I remember, shadows pooling in the corners, curling like fingers. I feel a chill skitter along my spine, as if the room is breathing with me. The floorboards groan under my weight. A drawer slides open on its own, papers spilling across the floor. Scribbled notes, crumpled drawings, fragments of conversations I barely remember. And yet… they feel urgent, like they’ve been waiting. A figure crouches in the far corner, knees pulled up, head down. It wears my old school uniform. The whispers start, soft, low, almost drowned out by the sound of my own heartbeat but I recognize them immediately. Every mistake I’ve ever made, every word I wish I could take back. I should run. I know I should. But my legs refuse. The air tastes metallic, like blood. My throat is tight. And then it lifts its head. It’s my face. Swollen, twisted with all the years of anger, disappointment, and neglect I shoved away, pretending it didn’t matter. My own eyes glare at me with a fury I’ve long ignored. I lunge for the door. It doesn’t budge. The figure leans forward, voice soft, merciless: “You left me in here. Now it’s your turn.” The walls seem to pulse, closing in. My chest burns. The shadows press against me, heavier than air. And then I realize the truth: this room isn’t real. It never was. Every object, every shadow, every whispered mistake. I built it in my mind. I spent my life piling regrets here, thinking out of sight meant out of mind. And now… the room has me.
By Akuamoah Senior about a month ago in Horror
