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The Message That Changed Midnight
The Message That Changed Midnight When midnight texts become warnings from another timeline. They say the scariest sound at midnight isn’t thunder — it’s your phone buzzing from an unknown number. It was 11:59 p.m. when Aisha’s phone lit up. She frowned — nobody texted her this late. Not since Rohan. He had been her almost–forever, the one who left with a silent goodbye six months ago. The screen blinked again: Unknown Number: “Don’t go outside. Whatever happens, stay inside.” Her thumb hovered over the keyboard. Who is this? she typed. No reply. The flat was silent except for the ticking of the wall clock — the one that always ran a minute slow. The clock struck 12:00 a.m. Buzz. Another message. “You’ll hear a knock soon. Don’t open the door.” Her heart skipped. That had to be a prank. Knock. Knock. Knock. The sound froze her blood. “Who’s there?” she called, voice trembling. No answer. She tiptoed toward the door and peeked through the peephole. A man in a hood stood there, still as a shadow. Her phone buzzed again. “If you open it, you’ll lose everything.” Aisha backed away, clutching her phone. “Okay… this is crazy.” She tried calling her best friend Priya. No answer. Tried again. Nothing. The knocking stopped. Buzz. “Good. Now, go to the balcony.” Every instinct screamed don’t do it, but something in that voice — or whatever this was — felt protective. She slid open the balcony door just enough to peek out. Below, the city glittered — late-night scooters, neon signs, stray dogs chasing shadows. Everything looked normal. Until she saw him. The man in the hood was standing directly under her building, looking up. The flickering streetlight caught his face — and her breath vanished. It was Rohan. She gripped the railing. That couldn’t be. Rohan was in Singapore. He wasn’t supposed to be here — not tonight, not like this. Her phone buzzed. “That’s not me.” Aisha’s heart nearly stopped. She looked again. The man hadn’t moved. “Who are you?” she typed, fingers shaking. The reply came instantly. “I’m trying to help you. Don’t look away.” Then — darkness. The power cut out. The city vanished into black. Her phone’s glow became her only light. Down below, the man’s cigarette flared — a single red spark in the dark. Then came footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Right outside her door. Buzz. “He’s not human. He’ll knock again. When he does, run.” Her mind screamed, This is insane! But her heart — her heart knew fear too real to ignore. Knock. Knock. Knock. That sound again. Heavy. Intentional. Aisha grabbed her phone and bolted through the kitchen door to the fire exit. The metal handle burned cold against her palm. She ran barefoot down the stairs, breath ragged, every sound magnified in the echoing dark. When she reached the ground floor, she burst into the street. The man was gone. Buzz. “You did well. Now go to the bus stop. Don’t look back.” She ran until she reached the 24-hour café glowing like a safe island in the night. Inside, she collapsed into a chair, trembling. “Coffee,” she whispered to the waiter. Her phone buzzed again. This time, not from the unknown number. It was from Rohan. Timestamp: 11:59 p.m. “Aisha, if you’re reading this, something’s wrong. Someone’s using my phone. Don’t open the door.” Her fingers went numb. The first message — the warning — had arrived one minute after his. Her wall clock, she remembered, always ran one minute slow. The phone buzzed one last time. “You shouldn’t have looked outside.” The café lights flickered.
By Franklin 3 months ago in Horror
Exploring the Wendigo: Real Psychosis and Cautionary Tale
The wendigo (sometimes windigo) stalks through icy forests, hunting prey that will never fill the freezing hollow of its hunger... there's no doubt this cannibalistic creature of Algonquian folklore is a figure of horror.
By Bob3 months ago in Horror
SEASON 2 : Whispers from the Lantern: The Keeper's Lament
Chapter 3 The drive back to the mainland was a tense and silent one. The team, a group of hardened professionals, were now a group of terrified children. The whispers from the lantern room were still in their minds, a constant, low murmur of sorrow and grief.
By Tales That Breathe at Night3 months ago in Horror
The Whispers Beneath the Well
: The village of Dharmora was small—tucked deep within the mountains, where mist clung to the trees like ghostly fingers. Its people were simple, their lives quiet and unchanged for generations. But at the heart of the village stood an old stone well, long sealed with iron bars and bound in rusted chains.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Horror
Black Phone 2 - A Movie Review
Evil returns in any shape or form. Black Phone 2 rang into theaters again after its 2022 predecessor. After escaping the terrifying captivity, now 17-year-old Finn and his younger sister, Gwen, receive phone calls and experience disturbing dreams about three boys being stalked at a winter camp known as Alpine Lake.
By Marielle Sabbag3 months ago in Horror
Room 13B
Room 13B By Hasnain Shah When Julia arrived at the old brick townhouse just outside Boston, she was already regretting her decision to book an Airbnb instead of a hotel. The listing photos had shown a warm, antique charm — mahogany floors, a vintage armoire, and a cozy bay window looking out over the Charles River. But the actual place felt… off.
By Hasnain Shah3 months ago in Horror
Seven Footprints to Satan
Thelma Todd spent the last night of her life dying in her car, the cause of death presumably carbon monoxide poisoning. It was suspected that gangster Lucky Luciano had ordered the hit because Todd had refused his request to put illegal gambling machines in her roadside eatery. Luciano denied this accusation to his close associates. To this day, it is unknown exactly how Todd managed to kill herself, passed out in her car.
By Tom Baker3 months ago in Horror
Bates Motel is the Perfect Horror TV Show
I remember how awesome this show was the first time I watched it back in 2018. I had started college for the first time, and when I had some free time to spare, I would immediately go back to watching this show. I knew that Bates Motel was great, and the hype was definitely 100% deserved.
By Emy Quinn3 months ago in Horror
The Story No One Dared to Read. AI-Generated.
Noor had been writing stories online for almost a year, but no one seemed to care. No comments. No hearts. No followers.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Horror
Halloween Killer
Halloween is a special time of year, it means free candy and dressing up as your favourite fictional character. It is a holiday especially loved by those who love horror. However, once upon a time in Saint Francis, Milwaukee, there was a murder in the 31st of October unlike anything anyone had ever seen. A strange call was picked up by the police that night, at exactly 9:35pm. There had been a teenage house party that had already gotten out of control, young women were screaming in the background of the telephone call as the caller cried; "oh my god, there's been murder in my house! Somebody dressed in a Halloween mask and blue overalls, looking like something out of a horror film!" "Slow down, remain calm!" The operator breathed, "how many are injured?" "Injured?! Somebody's dead here!" "But nobody else was hurt?" "No!" "Ok... What happened?" "I think it was a guy, it might've been a girl, I don't know! They- they were dressed up head to toe, I couldn't make them out beneath their stupid Halloween costume." "You said they wore a mask, can you describe it to me?" "Ok, ok..." The caller calmed down, but the people in the background still cried and yelled in terror. "It was green, like a glow in the dark hockey mask... I think." "Ok, that's a good start. Is the killer still in the house with you?!" "I- I- I don't know!" The caller screamed. "Ok, lock you and your guests in a secure room. Please tell us your address and no matter what, stay on the line!" "Ok... Ok!" The caller told his address, then said, "everyone follow me, we got to hide someplace safe!" "Where are you all now?" The operator asked after a few minutes. "We're all in my bathroom, I locked the door." "Is the lock good?" "Not really." The caller sighed. "Well don't worry, we've sent two police cruisers to your home address, you must stay on the line but remain quiet until help arrives, do you understand?" "Yes..." The caller whispered, nervously.
By Joseph Roy Wright3 months ago in Horror
Whispers Beneath the Willow. AI-Generated.
There was a willow tree at the edge of the village — tall, ancient, and always trembling, even when the wind was still. No one went near it after dark. The elders said the roots were tangled around something not meant to be disturbed.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Horror
What Would You Do For a Gallon of Sweetened Tea?
A tanna tree has been destroyed and, for the sake of my continued existence, I must plant another as soon as possible. For one of my age, tanna leaves make the only tea worth drinking. They filter the mana of the world into a product that can provide the sole sustenance that succors me. Made into a tea, sweetened just a little, it can make for a delightful afternoon drink, more than suitable for drinking by the pool in the bright noonday sun. After a few hours of recharging both body and soul, I can better refresh my mind in pursuit of my studies.
By Jamais Jochim3 months ago in Horror