celebrities
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 Night I Slept in a Haunted Guesthouse — And What Followed Me Home
I wasn’t supposed to be there. Not in that town Not in that guesthouse. And certainly not that room. But road trips are unpredictable, and when you’re chasing sunsets with no real plan, sometimes you end up spending the night in places you’d rather forget.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Man Who Followed Me Home
Hey, can I tell you something that still gives me chills? It happened last year, around late October. You know, when the days start getting shorter, the air smells like wet leaves, and everything feels just a little off. I had just moved to a new town—small, quiet, the kind of place where nothing big ever really happens. At least, that’s what I thought.
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
Whispers from the Wall. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
It all started when Sana’s family moved into the old house at the end of Pinewood Lane. The rent was strangely cheap, and although the house looked worn out and quiet, her parents thought it was a good opportunity. “Maybe because it’s far from the city,” her father said with a shrug.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Horror
The Girl Under the Bed
Let me tell you a story that still keeps me up some nights. It’s not made up. It’s something that happened when I was 12, the year my family moved into a new house in the quiet part of town. It was a peaceful street, big trees, friendly neighbors. The kind of place where nothing bad ever happens.
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
The Device That Didn’t Belong—And the Call From the Djinn
We didn’t plan to get lost. It was just a weekend forest hike with friends. Laughs, photos, snacks, and the thrill of being away from the noise of city life. But by nightfall, the trees looked less friendly. The trail signs disappeared. And the silence… started to feel unnatural.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Night I Spent Alone in a Graveyard
It started as a dare. One of those late-night conversations where ego speaks louder than reason. We were a group of four, gathered around a bonfire near the edge of town, swapping ghost stories, laughing too loudly, and pretending we weren’t scared.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
