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From Hitchcock to Stephen King, a roundup of the who's who in horror; all about celebrities flaunting their loudest screams and most nightmarish scenes.

How Bludworth Survived Death?
In Final Destination films, Bludworth (played by Tony Todd) was known to be the "Grim Reaper" and the Coroner of the film series. Bludworth has been an expert on Death giving advice on how to escape from Death that was until the Final Destination: Bloodlines, which would be Todd's final performance, Todd's character William John Bludworth (his full name) actually escaped Death decades ago at the Sky View where he was supposed to die along with his mother who was the singer of the band at the Skyview. During the until Iris who was in her 20s (played by Brec Bassinger) who had a Premonition that everyone is going to die on the Skyview, she stops the performance just to saving everyones lives including Bludworth. In the Final Destination: Bloodlines, Iris (played by Gabrielle Rose) now at old age, dying of cancer in hiding away from had two grown children who have their own children. One of their children, Stefani (played by Kaitlyn Santa Juana) had the same premonition met with Iris. Iris was living in a gated solitary home away from the outside world. Iris gives Stefani a book that shows who will die next and information on what happened after the SkyView to save their family before accepting Death's fate. After her death, Iris's son (played by Alex Zahara) dies next and Stefani's cousin (played by Anna Lore) which made Stefani get depth with Grandma Iris's book.
By Gladys W. Muturia day ago in Horror
Indigo Hunger
Arthur first noticed it with the maps. Stacked high in the forgotten archives, their old, brittle paper smelled of dust and time. But the oceans, drawn in a deep, almost indigo ink, gave off something else. A whisper on his tongue. Not a smell, not a memory, but a taste, faint as a phantom limb. He licked his lips, confused. Just old paper, he told himself, the chemical tang of dried ink. Nothing more.
By HAADI7 days ago in Horror
The Echoing Asylum of Silaos: Where the Patients Never Left | SEASON FINALE
Chatpter 10 CHRONICLER’S LOG: A recovered page from Father Elias’s final journal is stained with what appears to be a black, oily substance. The handwriting is erratic and panicked. The entry describes the Queen as a 'psychic virus,' a gestalt entity composed of every soul that has been broken within the asylum. Its goal is not to possess, but to assimilate.
By Tales That Breathe at Night8 days ago in Horror
The Obsidian Shard
Silas hated the cold. Not just the ocean's chill that seeped through a thousand pounds of reinforced insulation, but the cold that settled deep in his bones, the one that came from knowing how alone you really were down here. Three kilometers down. That was the crushing truth. Light itself was a ghost story, a fading memory of the surface world. Down here, the pressure could crush a battleship into a soda can. Today, though, it wasn't just the cold. It was the hum. A low, almost imperceptible thrum that had started hours ago, during the descent, and hadn't stopped.
By HAADI9 days ago in Horror
A Wish He Wished He Could Unwish
Putin came to, standing buried in hot coals. Unable to move, open his eyes or mouth, and suffocating from fire and smoke, he felt unbearable pain everywhere in his body.
By Lana V Lynx10 days ago in Horror
Moon-Struck Figures
Arthur couldn't sleep. Again. Three weeks, four days since the accident, and the nights were all the same: too long, too quiet, too full of things that weren't there but felt like they were. The old cabin, deep in the Blackwood Pines, was supposed to be a refuge. A place to get his head straight, away from the knowing glances and hushed tones. Instead, it was a soundproof box for his own unraveling.
By HAADI11 days ago in Horror
The Azure Hunger
Arthur’s life was gray, mostly. A gray cubicle, gray spreadsheets, the gray light of a damp morning commute. He liked it that way, orderly, predictable. Then came the faintest tickle, a phantom note, whenever he caught sight of the delivery guy’s bright blue uniform, or the endless scroll of a Facebook feed. Not a flavor, not really, more like an impression, a cold, dry whisper on the back of his tongue, like metal left out in winter. He’d blink, swallow, dismiss it as one of those weird fleeting sensations, a leftover ghost from breakfast, maybe. But it kept happening. Blue, then that taste.
By HAADI14 days ago in Horror
The Echoing Asylum of Silaos: Where the Patients Never Left | SEASON 2
Chapter 7 FATHER ELIAS’S JOURNAL: Entry 3: The Queen is not a demon, but a soul. A very angry, very vengeful soul. She is the mother of the asylum. Her spirit, and her profound grief, is what has been feeding on the patients' madness. She is what has been devouring them. She is the keeper of the lost. And she is now enraged.
By Tales That Breathe at Night16 days ago in Horror
The Weight of White
Arthur had always found a kind of grim comfort in the snow. Not the fluffy, postcard kind, but the heavy, wet stuff that smothered the world in gray and white. It muffled the distant hum of the highway, the neighbor’s barking dog, the constant, irritating thrum of life. But tonight, it wasn’t muffled. It was utterly, absolutely gone. The silence pressed in, a physical weight against his eardrums, far heavier than any sound.
By HAADI21 days ago in Horror
December 25th Repeats
I wake up to bells. Not church bells—those stopped ringing years ago—but the cheap electronic chime of my alarm clock playing a distorted version of “Jingle Bells.” The sound drills straight into my skull. My eyes open before I can stop them.
By Modhilraj22 days ago in Horror
The Carol That Knows Your Name
The first time it happened, I thought I was mishearing it. Christmas Eve had settled into the apartment like dust—quiet, soft, unavoidable. Outside, the city glowed in muted colors, strings of lights blinking in tired rhythms, as if even joy needed rest. I sat alone at the small kitchen table with a cup of reheated coffee, the radio murmuring to fill the silence. I always kept it on during holidays. Silence had a way of remembering things I tried not to.
By Modhilraj22 days ago in Horror
The Night No One Heard the Screams: A Haunting Story of Silence, Shadows, and the Questions That Still Linger
Introduction: When Silence Became the Loudest Witness Some nights slip quietly into history, leaving no trace beyond a date on a calendar. Others linger, heavy with unanswered questions and a silence so deep it feels deliberate. The Night No One Heard the Screams belongs to the second kind. It’s a phrase that chills the spine because it suggests something went terribly wrong—yet nothing stopped it. No neighbors called. No alarms rang. No sirens broke the darkness in time.
By X Crime22 days ago in Horror