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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 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
Borrowed Time: The Cost of Living Forever
“Congratulations, Mr. Adler. Your expiration has been deferred. You’ve been granted twenty additional years.” The voice was smooth, emotionless—mechanically perfect. The synthetic nurse on the holo-screen smiled like a doll carved from plastic, her eyes too still to be human.
By James World 7 months ago in Horror
No One Believed Me Until It Was Too Late
I always knew something was wrong with Millers Creek. On the surface, it was the kind of sleepy little town you’d see in a postcard—brick sidewalks, cozy diners, a sheriff who knew every kid’s name. But underneath that Norman Rockwell charm was a rot that no one wanted to see. And when I started talking about it, they looked at me like I was crazy.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Horror
The Mirror Guest
It all started with an old mirror. You see, mirrors are supposed to reflect what is. But what if they start showing you things that shouldn't be there? What if they remember things you never did, faces you never wore, or worse—someone else inside them?
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
The Shadow Figures
There was a positive tranquility that could be felt walking through the woods in the day time. Various song birds could be heard while the occasional breeze ruffled your hair and tickled your skin. It appeared to be just like any other woods one might venture into.
By Jasmine Aguilar7 months ago in Horror
My Grandma’s Mirror Showed Me My Death – And It Was Right
I. The Mirror in Her Room My grandmother’s house always had a certain chill to it, even in summer. It wasn’t just the drafty windows or the creaky floorboards. It was something heavier. Something that sat in your chest. Visitors often said it felt like the house was watching them. I never disagreed.
By Muhammad Arif 7 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Pines
It was the kind of quiet that pressed against your ears, thick and suffocating. The forest stood still, as if it were holding its breath, watching, waiting. That was how Emily felt the moment she stepped into the clearing, her boots sinking into the wet soil, the mist swirling around her legs like ghosts of the past. She had always been drawn to this place—the dense pines that seemed to stretch endlessly into the fog. But tonight, something was different. Tonight, the forest was alive in a way she had never felt before.
By jane smith7 months ago in Horror
