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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.
The Voice at the Door
The rain was a steady, mournful rhythm against the windows, a soundtrack to the oppressive silence inside our small cottage. Three days. It had been three days since we’d buried my mother, Clara. Three days since her vibrant laughter, her comforting presence, had been reduced to a cold, sterile memory. The grief was a physical weight, pressing down on my chest, making every breath an effort.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Grave That Waited
The dreams began subtly, a faint whisper in the dark, then grew into a suffocating presence. It was always the same: a patch of untamed earth, overgrown with thorny weeds and gnarled roots, under a sky the color of bruised plums. And in the center, a freshly dug grave. The earth around it was dark, clumpy, as if disturbed only moments before. But the truly chilling detail was the simple, unadorned headstone. No ornate carvings, no flowery epitaphs. Just one word, starkly etched into the grey stone:
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Hand That Lingered
The rain lashed down, a relentless drumbeat against the asphalt, mirroring the tempest in David’s soul. He knelt on the slick, black road, oblivious to the chill seeping into his bones, the growing numbness in his fingers. All that mattered was the small hand cradled in his. It was so small, so fragile, yet it felt impossibly warm against his trembling grip. “Lily,” he choked out, his voice a raw whisper torn by the wind. “My sweet Lily.”
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
“The Secret Room My Landlord Never Told Me About”
When I first moved into Apartment 3B on Halstead Street, I thought I'd found the deal of a lifetime. Two bedrooms, high ceilings, vintage windows, and a view that didn’t face another brick wall. It was oddly affordable, the kind of place that makes you pause and think, "What's the catch?"
By Hamad Haider7 months ago in Horror
The Forgotten Realm of Aetherion 🌌
Long before time was carved into days and nights, there existed a realm cloaked in twilight and wonder — Aetherion. It was not bound by the laws of earth or sky, but floated between dreams and memory, where stars whispered secrets to rivers and mountains moved like sleeping giants.
By Sofia Richie 7 months ago in Horror
