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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.
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
She Keeps Knocking at 3:17 AM. AI-Generated.
It started on a Thursday. At exactly **3:17 AM**, there was a knock at the door. Three soft taps. Darren sat up in bed, groggy and disoriented. The clock glowed red in the dark: *3:17*. His apartment sat on the third floor, down a quiet street. No one visited at this hour—especially not in this weather. Rain pelted the windows. Wind hissed through the cracks in the walls. Still, the knock came again.
By Asghar Badshah7 months ago in Horror
Whispers Beneath the Floorboards. AI-Generated.
Whispers Beneath the Floorboards They moved in on a rainy Thursday. Emma and Jake Bennett had been searching for a fresh start—something small, affordable, far from the chaos of city life. When the old house on Mayfield Lane popped up on a foreclosure site, the price was too good to ignore.
By Asghar Badshah7 months ago in Horror
The Room That Opens for No One
Elias Ward inherited the house on a quiet Tuesday morning. It came without ceremony, no funeral or ashes. His grandfather had simply gone missing, leaving behind a crumbling estate tucked deep in the woods—and a single yellowed letter with the keys.
By Awais Khaliq7 months ago in Horror
The Mirror Remembers
In the heart of a forgotten manor, buried in the mists of the English countryside, stood a mirror no one dared to touch. Its frame was carved from black walnut, scorched with symbols long faded by time, and its surface shimmered like still water, catching not just your image—but something more. Something hidden. Something buried.
By Mati Henry 7 months ago in Horror
City of Whispers
The City of Whispers shimmered under a sky of liquid starlight, its spires woven from the dreams of sleepers. Buildings pulsed with iridescent colors—crimson desires, sapphire fears, golden hopes—each structure a fragment of someone’s unconscious mind. Streets twisted like half-remembered thoughts, curling into alleys that vanished when you blinked. Detective Elias Varn stepped onto a cobblestone path that hummed faintly, as if whispering secrets. His own memories, fractured and fleeting, clung to him like fog. A woman’s face, a gunshot, a scream—shards of a past he couldn’t piece together. Somewhere in this city, a murder had occurred, not in flesh but in the shared dream of its inhabitants, and Elias was tasked with finding the killer.
By Nahida Mansour7 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
