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Watching horror films can burn up to 200 calories, the same as a half-hour walk.. AI-Generated.
Thrills and Fitness: How Watching Horror Movies Can Torch Calories Like a Workout Picture this: you're plopped on the couch for a night of chills but are actually burning calories as if you hit the gym. That's right: watching horror movies can jack up your heart rate and burn as many as 200 calories in just an hour, which is the same burn you'd get from taking a half-hour walk. This secret workout comes from your body's natural fear response, turning passive viewing into active energy use.
By Story silver book 2 months ago in Horror
The Man in the Corner of Every Mirror
When Claire moved into her new apartment, she loved everything about it—the tall windows, the creaking floors, even the faint smell of old wood that lingered in the walls. It was her first place alone after years of roommates and noise. She liked silence.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Library of Forgotten Faces
The first thing Emma noticed about the town of Windmere was how quiet it was. Not peaceful quiet—hollow quiet. The kind that swallowed footsteps and made every breath sound too loud. She had arrived that morning for her internship at the town’s historical archive, tucked behind the main square.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Motel at the End of Route 13
The rain had been chasing Daniel for three straight hours, blurring the highway lines into liquid streaks of white. His wipers beat a useless rhythm against the windshield, struggling to clear the downpour. The GPS signal had died twenty minutes ago, leaving him alone on Route 13—a cracked two-lane road that cut through endless black fields and rusted fence lines. His gas tank light blinked red. He cursed under his breath, praying for a sign of civilization.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Day the Shadows Returned
The first time it happened, the town thought it was a storm. The sky darkened before noon, thick gray clouds swallowing the sunlight, and a strange wind swept through the streets—cold but heavy, as though it carried something unseen. Birds vanished from the trees. The air felt charged, restless.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
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
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 Wheel is a Liar. AI-Generated.
The idea of driving is a beautiful ghost. It haunts me with visions of freedom—windows down, hair whipping, a ribbon of asphalt unraveling toward a chosen horizon. It’s the promise of control, of being the master of your own momentum. I desperately wanted to host that ghost in my body. I wanted to be a good driver.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Horror
The Real Haunted Story Of Hatley Castle
One of the most significant historical landmarks located close to the coast of Vancouver Island is the last location in our 2021 Haunted Places series. Located just across from another breathtaking (and eerie) castle, Hatley is encircled by lovely gardens that are lined with flowers that are in full bloom. On the other hand, the opportunity to take a picture of something that is not typical is what attracts a lot of tourists.
By TheNaeth3 months ago in Horror
The Man Who Collected Time. AI-Generated.
They said the old clockmaker on Halden Street had gone mad. Children whispered that he could stop time, that his workshop never closed, and that he spoke to the ticking in his sleep.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Horror
The Keeper of Empty Houses. AI-Generated.
When the city decided to demolish the old neighborhood of Blackthorn Lane, no one volunteered to inspect the houses. Except one man — Jonas Reed, the last city surveyor willing to do the job no one wanted.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Horror
The Whispers Beneath Blackwood Manor
It was nearly midnight when Evelyn Crane at Blackwood Manor, the sprawling, ivy-choked estate her late uncle had left her. The old mansion loomed like a corpse against the moonlit sky its windows dark, its doors gaping, its walls seeming to breathe with the wind.
By Asghar ali awan3 months ago in Horror