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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 Jinn’s Child in a Human’s Arms
The Jinn’s Child in a Human’s Arms The forest of Kallar Kahar had always been a place of quiet danger — too silent in the mornings, and too loud at night.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Blind Mother and Her Shining Dreams
The Blind Mother and Her Shining Dreams Noor Bibi was born in a quiet village with nothing in her hands but a heart full of courage — and no sight in her eyes.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Hand That Reached From the Grave
The Hand That Reached From the Grave In a quiet village nestled among Pakistan’s ancient hills, there lived an old man named Saeen Murad. Known for his silence and strength, he worked as a grave digger at the local cemetery. For years, he had dug hundreds of graves — without fear, without question.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Mirror That Refused to Show My Reflection
The Mirror That Refused to Show My Reflection I found the mirror at a yard sale on the outskirts of a small town in Vermont. It wasn’t anything special at first glance—a tall, narrow antique frame with vine-like carvings and a cracked backing. The woman selling it looked too eager to part with it, almost relieved. I thought maybe I was getting a good deal. I was wrong.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
Voices in the Walls
Voices in the Walls Based on true events When my wife and I first moved into the farmhouse, it felt like a dream. A quiet, two-story home just outside of town, surrounded by wheat fields, thick woods, and silence—real silence, the kind you only get far away from the city. It had an old-world charm: squeaky floorboards, crooked shutters, and the smell of wood and dust that only time can create.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
The Whisper Game
Okay, so imagine I’m sitting next to you on a rainy night, and I tell you this: “There’s a game kids in Japan used to play. You summon a ghost by whispering her name. If you do it wrong... she whispers back.”
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
Last Minute of the World
The sky had never looked like that before. It wasn’t just the color—a bleeding red smeared across the heavens like an old wound reopened—but the way it hung heavy, as if the air itself was tired of holding up existence. The clocks had stopped ticking. The satellites had fallen. And the world… waited.
By TrueVocal7 months ago in Horror
The Red Eyes at Midnight
“The Red Eyes at Midnight” by Ali Asad Ullah There are moments in life that don’t just haunt your memory—they consume it. For me, it was the red eyes. I saw them when I was sixteen, and I’ve never been the same since. I grew up in a small, remote village surrounded by endless wheat fields and dense forests. Our home was modest, and the nights were so quiet and dark that you could hear your own heartbeat. There were no streetlights, no passing cars, just the thick presence of nature and shadows. And stories. My grandmother, a deeply spiritual woman, used to tell me tales of djinns, cursed places, and the one legend that chilled me the most—the red eyes that appeared at midnight.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
"I Found a Hidden Room in My House"
I Found a Hidden Room in My House I never expected to inherit anything from my great-uncle. He was the kind of relative you heard about only at funerals—quiet, distant, strange. When he passed away in 2022, I received a letter from his lawyer informing me that I’d inherited his house. No explanation, just a key and an address scribbled on thick parchment.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
Dead Mountain: The Dyatlov Pass Incident
Prologue: Footsteps Into Silence In the frozen heart of the Ural Mountains, where the winds scream through the pines and the snow buries all memory, nine young hikers vanished into legend.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
The Town That Forgot It Had a Name
No one remembered the name of the town. Not the children chasing kites across sunbaked fields, nor the elders sipping bitter tea under fig trees. Even the schoolteacher, who kept a record of everything from harvest dates to the height of every student, left the space for the town's name blank.
By Hamza khan7 months ago in Horror
When I Discovered My Father’s Grave Was Empty
I was seventeen when my father died. A sudden heart attack. A closed casket. A quiet funeral on a cold November morning. They buried him in our family plot, beneath an old willow tree. I stood there, numb, watching as the earth swallowed the man I loved more than anything.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror