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My Favorite Short Scary Stories
My Favorite Short Scary Stories By: Zoea Marland, Class 12 There’s nothing I enjoy more than a good scary story—the adrenaline rush, the sudden chill down your spine, and that irresistible suspense that makes your heart race. If you know me, you know that I live for eerie tales, especially the kind you share during a late-night sleepover, flashlight in hand and blankets pulled up to your chin.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
The Vanishing of Kenny Veach: Into the M Cave
In the unforgiving heat of the Nevada desert, a place riddled with stories of lost gold, secret military projects, and modern myths, a real-life mystery unfolded—one that would haunt internet forums, conspiracy communities, and wilderness lovers for years. This is the story of Kenny Veach, an experienced solo hiker and adventurer who vanished without a trace in November 2014 after claiming he found a strange, unnatural cave hidden in the mountains near a restricted military base. A cave that made his body vibrate and filled him with a terror he couldn’t explain. He called it the M Cave, and his disappearance is now one of the internet’s most unsettling real-world horror stories.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
3 Creepy Japanese Urban Legends That Still Haunt People Today . AI-Generated.
🧟‍♀️ Why Are Japanese Urban Legends So Unforgettable? Japan has long been known for its beautiful landscapes, futuristic cities, and deep-rooted traditions. But behind the temples and technology lies a darker cultural undercurrent—a world of modern folklore that continues to send chills down spines.
By Takashi Nagaya7 months ago in Horror
The Sports Bra
My boyfriend, Jake, and I were at the stores looking for sports bras. I thought it was sweet that Jake was willing to go on these trips with me; a lot of men would have found these shopping trips annoying.
By Emy Quinn7 months ago in Horror
The Thirst
The sun was unrelenting. It was supposedly the hottest day on record, and Hailey Greene believed it. She was lucky enough to find a spot under an umbrella, but even in the soft shadow, the heat seeped into her bones. Beads of sweat had become permanent residents on her brow, and she had never been so thirsty in all her life.
By thWrtr7 months ago in Horror
Mindwarp is a Mindf*ck
I have watched a lot of weird horror movies throughout my life, but I think this one really stood out from all the rest. I ignored the bad reviews from critics, and decided to give a horror movie called Mindwarp a chance. I finally got to check it out on Tubi, and I was blown away by how this movie…confused the shit out of me.
By Emy Quinn7 months ago in Horror
The Midnight Letter
It started on a Wednesday. Mia had just returned from her late shift at the hospital. The moon cast a silver glow over the driveway, and the usual quiet of her cul-de-sac wrapped her like a thick blanket. As she approached her door, something odd caught her eye.
By Abdul Musawer 7 months ago in Horror
Whispers From The Attic
The attic door was never supposed to open. It was nailed shut when we bought the house—a 19th-century colonial on the edge of Ashfield, a forgotten town with more gravestones than people.
By James World 7 months ago in Horror
Behind the Mirror
By: [salman] --- Introduction We all have mirrors in our homes. They're supposed to reflect us—our truth, our reality. But what happens when your reflection doesn’t follow you… and instead watches you?
By Salman 7 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Walls”
The Whispering Walls Some houses don’t want to be sold. They want to feed. Maya Singh had dealt with plenty of old properties in her real estate career, but Whittaker Mansion was different. The house had been abandoned for decades. The townspeople never spoke of it directly—just shook their heads and crossed themselves when someone mentioned the name. Most said it was cursed. A few said it was alive. Maya, ever the skeptic, chalked it up to small-town superstition. She needed a big sale, and this house promised a hefty commission. One last deal before promotion. She arrived just before dusk. Whittaker Mansion stood at the edge of the forest like a forgotten tomb—three stories of rotting wood, shattered windows, and a sagging roof. The iron gate creaked open before she even touched it. She paused. The wind had picked up. The trees behind the house swayed as if whispering warnings. Maya ignored the chill in her spine and stepped forward. The front door opened with an unnatural ease, groaning like something waking up. As she crossed the threshold, her phone buzzed and died instantly, even though it had full battery moments earlier. The temperature dropped. A rotten, metallic smell hit her nostrils—like blood and wet wood. Inside, the house was darker than it should’ve been. The windows, though shattered, let in no light. Her flashlight flickered as she walked past long-abandoned furniture and dust-covered portraits. The eyes in the paintings seemed to move. She told herself it was just nerves. In the master bedroom, she began taking photos to upload later. The first few images looked normal. Then something whispered her name. “Maya...” She turned instantly. No one. The room was still. Her phone glitched again. All her photos vanished. One single image replaced them: a distorted photo of her own face—mouth stretched unnaturally wide in a silent scream, eyes black and lifeless. She tried to leave, but the hallway behind her had changed. Longer. Colder. The air thicker. She walked faster, then ran, but every door led to somewhere new. The floorboards groaned like something breathing underneath. Then she saw it—a stairway down to the basement, lit by faint candlelight. She didn't want to go, but her feet moved on their own. The basement reeked of mildew and burnt flesh. Walls were covered in black handprints. Children’s handprints. Then she saw her: a little girl, soaking wet, standing in the shadows. Her head tilted unnaturally to one side, water dripping from her hair onto the floor. “It still hurts,” the girl said. “They burned us here. They fed us to her.” The girl vanished. Then came the noise—screaming, dozens of them, layered over each other, coming from the walls. Maya screamed and sprinted back upstairs. But the house was now shifting in front of her eyes—walls expanding, doors shrinking, the ceiling breathing. She burst into the living room. It wasn’t empty. Figures surrounded her—shadows in human shape, their faces burned or missing. And in the center, a red velvet armchair turned slowly to reveal a woman—ageless, perfect, and horribly wrong. Her eyes glowed like embers. “Welcome,” the woman whispered. “You’ve already signed the contract.” The walls wept blood. Maya tried to scream but her voice vanished. The house didn’t want to be sold. It wanted her. One week later, Whittaker Mansion was listed again online. No agency name. No contact number. Just the caption: “Renovated. Ready to Show.” A photo was attached. A woman stood in the upstairs window, her mouth twisted into an eternal scream, her eyes hollow, staring at nothing. Some say it's a glitch in the image. Others say it’s Maya… Still waiting for the next buyer.
By Salman 7 months ago in Horror
Season 2 : The Hollowing: How a Village’s Children Became Vessels for Something Older
Chapter 9: The Child Who Could Not Dream April 6th, 1982 – 3:03 AM The orphanage slept. Every window now blacked out, as though reality itself had stopped reflecting. The clocks had ceased ticking, and in every room .... even in the staff quarters .... mouths twitched silently in shared torment.
By Tales That Breathe at Night7 months ago in Horror
They left me in the morgue. Content Warning.
Trigger Warnings: Psychological decay, claustrophobia, body horror, grief, and disturbing imagery. ---They Left Me in the Morgue Overnight
By E. hasan7 months ago in Horror