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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 Girl in the Window
It all started with a boy named Ravi. He was 12, quiet, loved drawing, and had just moved into a very old house with his parents in a small village. The house had peeling wallpaper, creaky wooden floors, and—this is important—a single narrow window in his bedroom, facing the woods behind the house.
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
The Mirror Doesn’t Lie
The mirror arrived in a wooden crate without a return address. Clara found it on her porch one chilly October morning, nestled beside her jack-o'-lanterns. It was ornate, tall, with curling gold filigree, more baroque than anything she'd ever buy for herself. She assumed it was a gift from her sister, always the one for dramatic gestures. The note inside read simply: "For reflection. Some truths don’t need eyes to see."
By Muhammad Wisal7 months ago in Horror
The City That Appears Only on Rainy Nights
I. The Rainfall and the Fork It was supposed to be a regular drive home. Rain had started falling like glass beads on the windshield. The highway stretched endlessly ahead, empty, grey, and soaked. I was coming from a cancelled business meeting — stressed, tired, emotionally numb.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah7 months ago in Horror
When the Walls Start Whispering
I. Introduction Elena sat alone in the car, engine idling, staring at the cottage as rain misted the windshield. The GPS had stopped working ten miles back, and her phone clung to its last bar of reception. But she was here. At the edge of town. Far enough from memory, from noise, from the version of herself she no longer recognized.
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Horror
The House That Breathed in the Dark: A Psychological Horror Story You Won’t Forget
I. The Return Samantha never believed in ghosts. As a child, she’d spent summers in her grandmother’s Victorian on Morley Street—where pipes groaned, floorboards shifted, and mirrors sometimes fogged with no heat at all. But she never truly believed. Not in the stories whispered by older cousins. Not in the way her grandmother always locked the crawlspace hatch at night. And certainly not in the tales of people who disappeared and were never found.
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Horror
The Phone That Rang After My Death
I. The Funeral I watched my own funeral from the corner of the room. It was strange, surreal. My body lay still in the casket, pale and unfamiliar. My mother wept silently, my brother clutched the prayer book too tightly. Friends spoke in whispers. The room was heavy, but no one could see me.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah7 months ago in Horror
The Town That Forgot It Had a Name
No one remembered the name of the town. Not the children chasing kites across sunbaked fields, nor the elders sipping bitter tea under fig trees. Even the schoolteacher, who kept a record of everything from harvest dates to the height of every student, left the space for the town's name blank.
By Hamza khan7 months ago in Horror
When I Discovered My Father’s Grave Was Empty
I was seventeen when my father died. A sudden heart attack. A closed casket. A quiet funeral on a cold November morning. They buried him in our family plot, beneath an old willow tree. I stood there, numb, watching as the earth swallowed the man I loved more than anything.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Girl Lost in the Woods Who Was Not Human
I was 26 when I moved into my grandfather’s old cabin deep in the northern forests. It was the kind of place people forgot, surrounded by thick pine trees and silence so pure, you could hear your heartbeat. I wanted to escape the noise of the city, the suffocation of people, and just... exist.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Night I Spent in a Graveyard—And What I Saw
I had always been drawn to the unusual—abandoned buildings, forgotten alleyways, and places people were too afraid to explore. But nothing tempted me more than the local graveyard on the outskirts of our town. A massive, crumbling patch of land, overgrown with wild bushes, broken tombstones leaning like old men, and the kind of silence that echoed in your ears. It was said to be haunted, of course. Every town has one.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Night a Jinn's Shadow Entered My Room
It was a humid summer night in Lahore, the kind where the air feels thick and everything moves a little slower. I had just returned from my evening shift at the local bookstore and collapsed on my bed, exhausted but unable to sleep. The ceiling fan above me squeaked with every rotation, and outside, the occasional honk of a rickshaw echoed through the street.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
