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The Last Night of the Manor House
Story Name: The Last Night of the Manor House Author's name: Sabina Islam. My name is Shamsher Sen... I am a history teacher by profession, but my hobby is a little different—I love chasing abandoned, unknown history and lost landlord families. The time of this incident was December 2022. Winter was at its peak, and I moved to a remote village in North Bengal—Chardurantapur. The history of this village is not in books, but the local people have oral stories—a terrible landlord family, whose bloody past is still spread in the air. As soon as I got off the train, the station covered in fog felt like a ghost kingdom. The name of the station was Daryapur Hat, from there you have to walk 8 kilometers to Chardurantapur village. As soon as I entered the village, I noticed one thing—everyone was leaving with their eyes downcast. As soon as I mentioned the 'Manor House', an old man shook his head silently and said: "Don't go there, Babu... Going there on a winter night means death. The last time a group of young researchers went there... All three of them died... I couldn't even understand how anyone died..." I laughed. As an urbanite, I don't believe these folk tales. But today I realized that I was wrong. Today I faced a truth that I never imagined..!
By Sabina Islam8 months ago in Horror
The Woman at the Bridge
It was past midnight when my car rolled over the ancient wooden bridge—a narrow, creaking relic strung across a river lost in mist and time.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
"Barefoot, But Not Broken: A Doctor's Journey From Struggle to Strength"
Every journey begins with a single step, but for some of us, that first step can feel like an eternity. I remember the first time I stood in front of a mirror wearing the white coat. I was filled with hope, determination, and dreams of making a difference in the world. But what no one tells you about the path of a doctor is that the road is often lined with struggles that test not just your intellect, but your very spirit.
By Doctor marwan Dorani 8 months ago in Horror
As I Walk Through the Shadows
WELCOME! I am truly grateful for all of my readers. You help me to heal through this journey. THANK YOU ALL! The mob knocks—not just at the door, but inside the mind. As I Walk Through the Shadows fragments the line between memory and distortion, survival and control. This entry captures the coded language of initiation—“orphans,” “misfits,” “ROCA baby”—shaped by an unspoken system, tested by chaos. Glitches in the feed mirror fractures in thought. The pressure isn’t outside anymore; it’s crawling under the skin. As the protagonist confronts identity, authority, and the erasure of clarity, questions begin to echo: Who attacked? Who thinks? Who watches? Each line pulses like static from a corrupted screen, revealing flashes of pain, reflection, and resistance. This isn’t a cry for help—it’s a coded transmission. And only those who can read between the static will understand the weight behind the silence.
By Jasper Blackwood8 months ago in Horror
The Shadows Under the Bed – A Child’s Imaginary Friend Isn’t So Imaginary
Introduction Every child has an imaginary friend at some point—a comforting presence that keeps them company when they feel alone. But what if that friend wasn’t just a figment of their imagination? "The Shadows Under the Bed" explores a chilling tale where a child’s playful companion turns out to be something far more sinister.
By 47 joker8 months ago in Horror
Blood-Eyed Mirror
#BloodyMirror #BengaliHorrorStory #GhostStory #CursedMirror #MysteriousReflection #Death Prediction #HauntedHouse #BengaliHorrorLiterature
By Md. Atikur Rahaman8 months ago in Horror
The Jinn Who Waited Beneath My Bed for Years
I was twelve when we moved into my grandfather’s crumbling mansion on the outskirts of a forgotten village. The house, older than memory, breathed with secrets. The locals called it Bayt Al-Ghaib — “The House of the Unseen.”
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Clock
Priya never expected to inherit anything. So when the lawyer handed her a single envelope after her grandmother’s passing, she was surprised. Inside it was a small brass key and a note:
By TrueVocal9 months ago in Horror
The Real Haunted Story Enriqueta Martí
In addition to being a child serial killer, kidnapper, prostitute and procures of children, Enriqueta Martiri police was a Spanish serial killer. In the news, she was referred to as the vampire of the rival. The vampire of Barcelona and the vampire of the career opponent. On the other hand, there are scholars who have argued that she was not a child killer, but rather a person with mental illnesses who can only be shown to have kidnapped one young girl, Teresita Guitart.
By TheNaeth9 months ago in Horror
One Truth Per Day
The diary had no title, no lock, no name. Just a plain black leather cover with pages that smelled faintly of old ink and rain.
By TrueVocal9 months ago in Horror
Unlock the Shadows: What You Need to Know About Vocal’s Horror Story Prompt Challenge
For writers who have a taste for the macabre, the eerie, and the psychologically unsettling, opportunities to showcase their talent don’t often come knocking. But when they do, they arrive cloaked in mystery, dripping with suspense, and beckoning the brave to test the limits of their imagination.
By Nora Ariana9 months ago in Horror
The Eater of Men
The Eater of Men: In His Eyes, You're Meat There are some people who walk into a room and make the air colder. Not because of who they are, but because of what they are. When Malcolm Grieve walked into the diner off Route 41, his smile was wide and pleasant—but his eyes didn’t see people. They weighed them. Counted the ribs. Measured the muscle. In his eyes, you weren’t a person. You were meat.
By Top stories 9 months ago in Horror