Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Horror.
The Shadows Beneath the Well
Subtitle: . In the remote village of Darosh, nestled deep in the misty valleys of northern Pakistan, there stood an ancient well. No one remembered who built it or how long it had been there. The elders claimed it predated even their grandfathers. The well was covered with a heavy wooden lid, its sides overgrown with ivy and moss. For as long as anyone could remember, the villagers were warned never to open it after sunset.
By Iazaz hussain2 months ago in Horror
The Forgotten Room:. AI-Generated.
The house had always been atypical, but Elena by no means observed until she moved returned after her grandmother’s dying. It was the sort of region that carried its very own silence, heavy and unbroken, as even though the partitions themselves have been listening. She had grown up here, but something felt unique now—like the residence have been anticipating her go back.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Horror
The Mirror That Remembers:. AI-Generated.
The reflect arrived wrapped in velvet, its body carved with roses that had long seeing that faded into thorns. Elena determined it in an antique store tucked away on a forgotten avenue, attracted to it with the aid of some thing she couldn’t explain. The shopkeeper had smiled knowingly whilst she bought it, whispering, “It recollects.”
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Horror
The Haunted family Home:. AI-Generated.
The house stood on the end of a slender lane, its windows shuttered, its partitions heavy with silence. for decades, the locals whispered about the circle of relatives who once lived there—their laughter echoing thru the halls, their tragedies carved into the wood. To outsiders, it was just any other abandoned building. To people who knew, it was a place wherein the beyond refused to die.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Horror
Sinners: Ending Explained [Spoiler Alert]
Sinners is an American horror film set in Mississippi during the 1930s. It was directed by Ryan Coogler and starred Michael B. Jordan. The duration of the film is 2 hours and 17 minutes, and it is distinguished by extending its denouement, presenting two scenes that conclude the story of the characters just when it seemed that everything was over.
By Ninfa Galeano2 months ago in Horror
When Hair Met Latex: The Practical Magic of The Howling (1981)
Before CGI became the default language of movie magic, horror was built with sweat, latex, air pumps, and imagination. Joe Dante’s The Howling (1981) wasn’t just another monster movie — it was a statement. A howl of creative defiance from an era when filmmakers had to make nightmares real using their hands, not computers.
By Movies of the 80s2 months ago in Horror
Family Heirlooms
I told mum I hadn’t been in the attic. That was a lie. I don’t know if I’ll ever decide if it was the right decision, part of me is relieved I know the truth, but I would have been a completely different person had I never known. Some people feel that when it comes to knowing your family history less is more, I chose the path where more is more. And yes, before you ask, it was my choice. Mine and mine alone. But then simply saying don’t do it doesn’t give you any sort of warning does it. It’s too absolute. Know nothing or know everything.
By Simon Curtis2 months ago in Horror
Gillik’s Grove
I’d never been in this part of the forest before. When I was a child they called it the Gillik’s Grove and told us to keep out and out of a genuine fear we all did. We all knew someone though who had been in and seen it and their stories got wilder and more unbelievable. I suppose with these kind of tales more is more. But now as an adult I didn’t come this far because it wasn’t worth the effort. I had usually managed to find enough mushrooms to keep the local restaurants supplied for a week before I got to the giant leaning Scots Pine that marked the start of the Gillik’s reputed lair. But today I was short, very short and in the mushroom business more is more so I kept on.
By Simon Curtis2 months ago in Horror
Chapter 6: Agony of Mors. Content Warning.
January 19, 2598 | 12:19 a.m. Friday early morning Deep in the foggy visage of the stream, beneath the safety of the weeping willow, Mors and I sat together for a few hours. In that moment he was unable to shift from the "monstrous" form into his human form. Our argument triggered an excess of agony within his very being. There is much even he does not understand about his own abilities and how they work. As we sat there talking, Mors mentioned that he was astonished on how I managed to walk through his aura of agony. Or at least that is what he perceived it to be. If I am being honest, I find it rather perplexing that I was able to make it to him with that amount of anguish flowing into my soul. Then again, it was no different than the pain I had felt when I lost Nen, or every single betrayal I had experienced. I do not have a satisfactory answer for either one of us. Instead, I put it rather simply. I was not going to stop at anything to make sure he was alright. I could tell that part of him did not completely accept what I was trying to convey. Though I do believe that he knew I was trying to be empathetic towards him. It was a struggle to empathize. I didn't know exactly what he needed, nor how I was supposed to feel. All I knew is that in the moment he needed me, which gave me the reason to attempt. I felt as if I could not bare to part with someone who was truly kind hearted either. It frightened me to my very core. After I confided about how much it frightened me to be without him, he had the audacity to chuckle in that deep demonic voice of his. I must admit that it was interesting to hear the difference between his human form and the one before me. He stated that I was his connection to this world. That it is his choice to remain by my side, however, he didn't like how I snapped at him. That was indeed a low point for me. He fed me. Yet I snapped. He made sure I was safe, protected, and clothed. Then I repay him by snapping out of anger and frustration. Before you even ask, Reader, I did apologize for my actions.
By Somniare Omnia2 months ago in Horror
