fiction

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 Haptic Void
The rain in Seattle hadn’t changed in 2025. It was still the same gray static, washing over the city like a low-resolution texture refusing to load.
By Nguyen Xuan Chinh11 days ago in Horror
A Wish He Wished He Could Unwish
Putin came to, standing buried in hot coals. Unable to move, open his eyes or mouth, and suffocating from fire and smoke, he felt unbearable pain everywhere in his body.
By Lana V Lynx11 days ago in Horror
The Unsent Plea
Arthur hated old houses. Not hated like a strong distaste, but hated like a deep, visceral revulsion. Especially this one. Aunt Mildred’s place. Three generations of dust and neglect, all settled into sagging floorboards and wallpaper peeling like sun-baked skin. He hadn't seen Mildred in twenty years, not since he was a kid and she’d tried to feed him a sandwich she swore had been blessed by a squirrel. So, when the lawyers called, mumbling about an estate and an attic full of "sentimental value," Arthur knew what "sentimental value" really meant: trash. Mountains of it.
By HAADI11 days ago in Horror
Bad Luck, No Mercy
The box was older than the rest of the games in the thrift store—its corners soft, the colors faded to a sickly pastel. CHUTES AND LADDERS, the lid read, smiling children frozen mid-laugh.
By Christina Nelson 11 days ago in Horror
Bus Stop (Part 2). Content Warning.
Have you ever noticed the stop signs on the corners where the school bus stops? The shadows fall in different places at different times of day, different times of year, and they change in shape and size, but the signs stay the same. Sure, they get dirty and dented and rusted, but they keep the same height and shape, not like the children.
By Harper Lewis12 days ago in Horror
The Monster You Don't. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The premise of the game was simple. Contestants were placed in a colosseum with an unlocked exit door and a bloodthirsty monster for twenty-four hours.
By Call Me Les12 days ago in Horror
Until There Was One
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window—one and only one. One final beacon."
By Call Me Les12 days ago in Horror
The Haunted Tower of London: Dark History, Ghost Stories, and Royal Tragedies
For almost a thousand years, the Tower of London has loomed along the River Thames as one of the most recognized—and spookiest—sites in the United Kingdom. Originally constructed by William the Conqueror in the 11th century, the Tower was first and foremost a fortress designed to secure Norman domination of England. However, as the Tower grew and matured as a structure and as a symbol of British history, it would come to serve many purposes simultaneously— royal residence, prison, treasury, armory, and even site of execution—no wonder it is associated with so many stories of ghosts and otherworldly experiences.
By Kyrol Mojikal12 days ago in Horror
The Puddle Gaze
The rain was a cold, insistent slap against Finn’s face the moment he pushed through the swinging doors of the diner. Ten hours of frying grease and fake smiles, and this was his reward. The city was a slick, dark beast, its asphalt skin glistening under the jagged scars of neon light. Blues, reds, sickening greens. Everything blurred, everything bled into everything else, especially in the puddles.
By HAADI13 days ago in Horror
I'm Sad We Will Never Get a Rated - R Jurassic Park
I recently started reading the Jurassic Park book, that I had no idea existed. I only read a couple of chapters, and now I'm so sad that we are never going to get a Rated - R Jurassic Park. The book starts off so strong, and I couldn't believe how violent these deaths were.
By Emy Quinn13 days ago in Horror
Whispers from the Winter Shadows: A Ghostly Egyptian Tale
When Winter Awakens the Dead Winter in Egypt is unlike anywhere else in the world. While the country is often associated with blazing suns and golden deserts, winter brings a different kind of magic—one filled with silence, mist, and shadows that seem to whisper forgotten secrets.
By olxia10 15 days ago in Horror
The Azure Hunger
Arthur’s life was gray, mostly. A gray cubicle, gray spreadsheets, the gray light of a damp morning commute. He liked it that way, orderly, predictable. Then came the faintest tickle, a phantom note, whenever he caught sight of the delivery guy’s bright blue uniform, or the endless scroll of a Facebook feed. Not a flavor, not really, more like an impression, a cold, dry whisper on the back of his tongue, like metal left out in winter. He’d blink, swallow, dismiss it as one of those weird fleeting sensations, a leftover ghost from breakfast, maybe. But it kept happening. Blue, then that taste.
By HAADI15 days ago in Horror