fiction
Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
The Blue Smoke That Came Out of My Room. AI-Generated.
🕒 It Started at 3:04 AM I noticed it the first time around 3 in the morning. I had just come back from the kitchen with a glass of water when I saw a thin trail of blue smoke slipping out from under my bedroom door. At first, I thought it might be the incense sticks I sometimes forgot to put out. But I hadn’t lit any that night.
By Muhammad Adil7 months ago in Horror
Dark Truth Behind SQUID GAME !!
Hello guys, my name is Asad Taizai. Pay and welcome back to another case study with me. There’s a famous quote that says, "Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures." Meaning, fiction often contains things that don’t exist in our real lives. But there’s another quote that says, "Good fiction creates its own reality," and that’s what has happened in this case.
By 🕵️♂️ True Crime Enthusiast | Storyteller of the Dark Side 🔍7 months ago in Horror
Avoid Going Under the Bed.
Hey, wanna hear something really creepy? I mean, not just spooky like a Halloween mask or a haunted house with fake ghosts. I mean something that will make you double-check under your bed tonight. And I promise I’ll tell it like a friend, not like one of those boring ghost stories your cousin reads with a flashlight. Okay? So grab a blanket, get comfy—but not too comfy. Because this story? It might make you sleep with the lights on.
By Lucien Hollow 7 months ago in Horror
They Keep Inviting Me to the Group Chat. I Haven’t Told Them He’s Gone.. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The first time, I thought it was an accident. A casual oversight. His number was still in their contacts, and no one had noticed he wasn’t answering. I let the message sit, unread, buried under notifications.
By Jesse Shelley7 months ago in Horror
The Door That Shouldn't Be There
Some Doors Open Without Permission It appeared on a Wednesday. Right there, in the hallway between the linen closet and the wall where a small table used to sit—a door. Plain. Matte gray. No knob. No frame. Just a flat, narrow rectangle pressed into the plaster like it had always been there, only I hadn’t noticed.
By Kamran khan7 months ago in Horror
Whispers in the Walls
When the Lambert family moved into the old Victorian house at the edge of town, they thought they were finally catching a break. The house had stood empty for nearly two decades, towering and crooked, its paint faded and peeling like dead skin. But the price had been right, the space more than enough for a family of four, and despite its looming presence, the house whispered promises of a fresh start.
By moeez yousafzai7 months ago in Horror
