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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 Mirror in Room 12
It was a rain-heavy evening when Emily Rourke pulled her suitcase through the muddy gravel lot of the Hollow Pine Inn. She hadn’t meant to stop in the tiny town of Delmere, but the storm had grown too intense to drive through, and the glowing Vacancy sign felt like a beacon in the dark.
By Abdul Musawer 7 months ago in Horror
🕯 Title: “The Whispers from Room 306”
It was a rainy Friday evening when Adeel checked into the Ridgewood Inn, a crumbling old hotel on the outskirts of town. He was traveling for work and needed a cheap place to stay the night. The sign outside flickered with broken neon: “WELCOME TO RIDGEW__D.”
By Adil Aslam Smi7 months ago in Horror
The Last Voicemail
The Last Voicemail It was a cold October evening when the phone rang. I was curled up on the couch with a blanket over my shoulders, scrolling through photos of my brother, Sami, who had been missing for over a month. The police had done their job—or at least claimed they had—but the search had gone cold. No leads. No clues. Just an empty car found near the edge of Bear Ridge Forest and a few footprints in the mud that led nowhere. My parents were destroyed, barely functioning. And I—well, I still believed he was alive. I didn’t know how. I just did.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
The Boy Who Returned After 40 Days — But Not As Before
The Boy Who Returned After 40 Days — But Not As Before His name was Usaid. Three years old. Chubby cheeks. Curious eyes. The kind of boy who chased butterflies, laughed at birds, and cried every time his mother left the room.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Jinn Who Cried from the Tree
The Jinn Who Cried from the Tree In the village of Chakar, there was a banyan tree so large it covered half the old graveyard. Its roots slithered through the earth like veins, and its branches hung like arms stretched in silent prayer.
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
