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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 Clockmaker’s House"
An old house with shattered stained-glass windows and a crooked chimney stood in the forgotten Dalemar village, hidden by thick fog and mossy trees. It had once belonged to the renowned clockmaker Elias Grinwell, whose creations were said to be as precise as the heartbeat of time itself. The house was left to rot after Elias's mysterious disappearance fifty years ago. At midnight, whispers of ticking sounds emanated from its crumbling walls. No one dared go near — not because of the sounds, but because time behaved strangely around it.
By Dr Sazidul 9 months ago in Horror
The Call of the Shadow 2
It was around midnight. The world was silent. The sky was clouded, and the moonlight was swallowed by black clouds. Somewhere far, a dog howled mournfully. Onik walked alone down the old mango grove beside his grandmother’s house.
By Fahad Khan9 months ago in Horror
The Final Room
As Emily made her way up the winding road to Black Hollow Inn, the rain poured down like a curse on the windshield. The last gas station she passed looked like it belonged in a museum of forgotten places, and the GPS had stopped working twenty minutes ago. She was cold, tired, and a little anxious. However, the prospect of spending a peaceful weekend in the mountains was too appealing to resist. On the travel blog she followed, Black Hollow Inn was described as a "hidden gem." The post said it was "cozy, historic, and full of charm." But the inn looked more like a haunted dollhouse than a mountain retreat as she drove up the gravel driveway. The wooden siding had its paint peel off, and the windows were looking at her like dark eyes.
By Dr Sazidul 9 months ago in Horror
The call of darkness
The call of darkness [Chapter 1: The Manuscript of Shadows] The antique clock struck midnight as rain lashed against the weathered windows of Rahul's third-floor apartment. The feeble glow of his laptop screen cast long, trembling shadows across the cluttered workspace. Dark circles framed his bloodshot eyes - he hadn't slept properly in days.
By Fahad Khan9 months ago in Horror
“The Room at the End of the Hall”
I never believed in ghost stories until that night. It was the autumn of 2016 when I spent a semester at an old boarding school in the countryside of Yorkshire, England. The campus was massive, with ivy-covered walls and endless echoing hallways that smelled like wet wood and secrets.
By Shuyaib 9 months ago in Horror
The Love ❤
It was a late summer evening when Claire first met Eli, though neither of them knew it would be the start of something that would change their lives forever. Claire was sitting at the corner table in her favorite coffee shop, a spot she had claimed as her own for the past two years. The air was thick with the hum of conversation, the gentle clinking of cups, and the faint scent of freshly ground coffee beans. She was lost in a book, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her mug, when the door chimed, signaling someone’s arrival. Eli stepped inside, his gaze scanning the room as he shook the rain from his jacket. He hesitated at the counter, unsure of what to order. His presence, though unremarkable in a crowd, had a certain quiet intensity that caught Claire’s attention. She glanced up over the edge of her book and noticed his hesitation, the way he lingered, as though trying to fit himself into the rhythm of the room. For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, she felt a pull to him, like a thread tugging at her heart. Maybe it was the way he wore his uncertainty so naturally, or how the world around him seemed to quieten whenever he entered a space. After a moment of contemplation, Claire stood and walked to the counter, her coffee in hand. “You look like you’re about to solve a great mystery,” she said with a smile, trying to make light of the situation. Eli blinked, momentarily startled, then chuckled. “I guess I am,” he replied. “I’m trying to figure out whether the latte or the cappuccino will make me feel more human.” Claire grinned. “You’re in the right place for questions like that. The cappuccino is more serious, but the latte is easier to love.” A moment of quiet passed between them, the soft hum of the shop wrapping around their conversation. Eli seemed to relax, his shoulders loosening, and his eyes brightened. “I’ll take the latte then,” he said. “I think I need something easy to love today.” As she paid for his drink and handed it over, something shifted between them. It wasn’t grand or dramatic, but there was a spark—subtle, unspoken, yet undeniably there. Claire didn’t quite know what it was, but she felt it. The next few weeks were a blur of coffee shop encounters—each time Eli seemed to appear just when Claire needed a break from the ordinary. Their conversations began to drift from casual exchanges about coffee to deeper musings about life, art, and the way time seemed to pass without us noticing. They shared stories about their childhoods, their favorite books, and the dreams they were too afraid to speak aloud. Each conversation left them both feeling a little more understood, a little more seen. One afternoon, as autumn’s chill began to bite at the air, Eli appeared at the coffee shop with something different in his eyes—something more certain. He slid into the chair across from Claire, his fingers curling around his cup as he smiled gently. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice quieter than usual. “We’ve talked about everything under the sun, and I keep wondering… When was the moment I knew?” Claire raised an eyebrow. “Knew what?” “That you were someone I’d want to keep in my life,” he said softly. “That this, whatever this is, was real.” Claire’s heart skipped a beat, the words settling into her chest with a warmth she hadn’t expected. She placed her cup down, looking at him with a mix of surprise and understanding. “I think,” she began slowly, “it’s the quiet moments that tell you what words can’t.” Eli nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. The air around them felt thicker now, like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to unfold. And in that moment, everything did. Without a grand gesture, without any dramatic proclamations, they both understood what had quietly been blooming between them. Love wasn’t always loud; sometimes, it was the gentle rhythm of two hearts finding their way to one another, piece by piece, day by day. As the evening wore on and the coffee shop emptied, Claire and Eli remained at their table, talking, laughing, and sharing the kind of silence that felt like home. In a world filled with noise, they had found something simple and real. A quiet love that, over time, would grow stronger, deeper, and more certain—just like the quiet rhythm of their hearts. Click here for more.
By Mr. nuR9 months ago in Horror
Charli XCX will star in a horror movie. AI-Generated.
Charli XCX is set to take on a significant role in an upcoming horror film directed by the renowned Japanese filmmaker Takashi Miike. This collaboration marks a notable intersection between pop music and horror cinema, as Miike is celebrated for his provocative and often shocking films, including classics like Audition and Ichi the Killer.
By Ninfa Galeano9 months ago in Horror
Into the Shadows
What if the people you trust the most are the ones hiding the darkest secrets? What if your memories start to turn against you and the truth you seek becomes your worst nightmare?
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Horror
The Housemaid
The Housemaid by Frieda McFadden: A Gripping Psychological Thriller You Can’t Put Down The Housemaid by Frieda McFadden is a captivating psychological thriller that will have readers on the edge of their seats from start to finish. With its unforgettable characters, unexpected twists, and a plot full of suspense, this book is perfect for fans of dark mysteries and psychological drama. Millie, the main character, finds herself in a dire situation, desperate for a fresh start. She’s a woman with a troubled past, struggling to find her place in the world. But what begins as a simple job quickly spirals into a nightmare filled with lies, betrayal, and shocking secrets.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Horror
True Story of the Jungle
Learn the true story of a terrible encounter with a white-sari spirit in a secluded forest of Himachal. Read a tourist's eye-opening experience.
By Horror best kahani9 months ago in Horror
Annabelle: The Innocent Doll That Unleashed a Demonic Nightmare
Annabelle: The Doll That Haunted Millions Annabelle is one of the most famous haunted objects in modern horror lore. The story of Annabelle has captivated audiences worldwide, inspiring films, books, and countless retellings. But behind the Hollywood portrayal lies a chilling origin rooted in real-life paranormal investigation.
By James Brock9 months ago in Horror
Whispers Beneath the Canopy
They told me not to come alone. The locals in the last village—just a scattering of tin roofs clinging to the river's edge near northern Peru—looked at me like I had already died. An old man with cloudy eyes grabbed my wrist when I showed him the map, his fingers like roots tightening around my skin. “The jungle eats the arrogant,” he whispered. I smiled politely. I didn’t tell him it had already taken my grandfather.
By Shah saab IT9 months ago in Horror