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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.

Where is the missing child?. Content Warning.
Part 1: The Vanishing Act The quaint town of Ravenswood, bathed in the silvery glow of the harvest moon, held its collective breath on that fateful autumn night. The wind, a spectral messenger, whispered ancient secrets through the rustling leaves, casting long shadows that danced upon cobblestone streets. Unbeknownst to its unsuspecting residents, a chilling mystery loomed within the heart of their seemingly tranquil enclave—a mystery destined to unfold in a series of events that would send shockwaves through the very soul of Ravenswood.
By STGg2 years ago in Horror
OMG! WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?. Top Story - December 2023.
OMG! WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO Can I really get myself out of it? )( + )( “What a beautiful, little mirror. I just have to have it!”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Horror
Shadowed Whispers
In a small, secluded village, there stood an abandoned house, shunned by the locals. Rumors circulated that the house was haunted by eerie, shadowy figures. One night, an adventurer named Alex decided to explore the house, seeking the truth behind the chilling tales.
By taufik ferdinan2 years ago in Horror
ISHII731. Top Story - December 2023.
“Shota.” He continued to pack the sling bag, his name rolling off his ears. “Shota, please. Stop and listen." It was no good. The bag was packed and thrown over his shoulder.
By Joachim Mizrahi 2 years ago in Horror
The Unseen Santa
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. Little did the Thompson family know that this Christmas Eve would be unlike any other.
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Horror
Shadows of the Forgotten Tomb
Amelia's heart raced as she approached the desolate graveyard, a place long forgotten by the living. The moon cast an eerie glow, revealing weathered tombstones that seemed to whisper secrets of the past. The air hung heavy with an otherworldly chill, and an unsettling stillness enveloped the cemetery.
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Horror
Are Ghosts are real??. Content Warning.
Are Ghosts are real?? The authenticity of spectral entities remains an enigma, entangled in the intricate assessment of "perplexity" and the scrutinizing lens of "burstiness." The former delves into the intricacies of textual complexity, while the latter examines the diversity of sentence structures. Human authors often amplify burstiness, seamlessly interspersing sentences of varying lengths, unlike AI-generated content, which tends towards uniformity. To ensure the content's optimal perplexity and burstiness, these considerations become paramount.
By Ayaz Ali2 years ago in Horror
The Woods, chapter 1
Hi I’m Mely. I have short black hair, with dyed blue tips. My eyes are dark brown and I’m 12 years old. My sister Wendy are going to our papa’s house. It took us a few hours but when we got there it looked like a pretty nice house but after six hIIt took when we got there it looked like a pretty nice house but after six years it wasn't in the best shape me and my sister slowly walked him looking for grandma and Papa slowly crept into our room looking still for proper and we saw the standing right outside of her front door we said “hi” and then and then we hug and after about 10 or 20 minutes of us just talking to each other my Papa says “remember you to go into the basement” and he said that every time we came to visit it I didn't know why he would never tell me he. we got a room set up definitely relaxed for a little bit until “slam” Wendy struck me in the face of the pillow I fell back on the bed still slightly in shock I picked up a pillow and hit her with it seems like the blow show startled her she fell back and broke the floorboard next to my bed I was sort of shocked so was Wendy.She started to stutter what did “I just followed” she said “you just broke the floorboard” I said she stood up and then back down and look for the massive crack that she left in the board you realize that she directly into the basement underground and said I can see into the basement there's something down there!” To run out of the room to tell Glenn and Papa but the floorboard snapped before she could get there her foot fell through the board outside of her room and she let out a bloodcurdling's scream my papa came rushing over from the kitchen he picked Wendy up her foot was covered in blood.About 20 minutes later the screaming finally stopped I went over to the bathroom to check on her she had a bandage wrapped tightly around her foot. A good two hours later grandma called us in for supper we sat down at the table it took Wendy a little bit longer to get there. we ate then we went back to our room after thinking our grandma for the nice supper that she made but right before I left I saw that she was scraping your leftovers in your bucket I found it quite strange that she would do that or she can to put up those leftovers I thought as I walked back to my room a few minutes later when I went to the bathroom I saw her coming out of the basement her hands covered in scratches it sorta scared me to see those on her hands right off she fed whatever was down there. 20 minutes later my grandma said it was time for bed so we curled up and are grandma talked us in and then she left the room right before she left the room she turned off the light and would you turn off the light it didn't look like grandma was there it looked like a monster was there. After I lie in bed for about 10 or 20 minutes I heard gunshots coming from my grandpa’s room and then he ran into her bedroom and woke up me and Wendy as fast as he could he was covered in wood looks like blood as he dragged us out of the house with him he he put us against a tree and told us to wait there and said that that thing that we saw sitting outside of our bedroom was not grandma and instead it was a hellish creature. After sitting and staring at each other for about 10 seconds I saw something come out of the house but before I could say anything but my papa thing relative and attacked. My papa started to scream run run get out of here go as fast as you can get away go away and not look back and especially do not look into with eyes at that my father was God I grabbed my sister and I ran away and I did not look back till day break after running for a long time we finally found a road we waited for hours and hours until a car came and left us in then he called the police the police came and picked us up and after a few hours of being my sister be questioned they called our parents to pick us up. about 12 days later we got a call it was from the police they said that they found my grandpa still alive locked up in a cage but they couldn't find my grandpa But they didn't the blood it belong to my grandma or my grandpa or my sister.
By jer Jer2 years ago in Horror
Savannah Shadows: Unveiling the Haunted Mysteries of Earth's Enigmatic City
Savannah is commonly known as the spookiest city in America. Stroll into any memorable structure or burial ground in Savannah and you might notice spooky existences encompassing you. Whether you're a phantom tracker or an admirer of apparition stories, you really want to visit these Savannah spots to encounter some serious paranormal movement.
By Niaz Mohammad Choudhury2 years ago in Horror
Glory Fades...The Morning After. Content Warning.
Author's Notes: All the warnings. This is the third part of my Intrusive Thoughts of a Psychopath story. You can find the first two parts here, which would make sense to read first.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Horror
The Shadows of Crestwood: Unveiling the Darkness. Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in the small town of Crestwood, a sense of unease hung in the air. The townspeople went about their daily lives, unaware of the darkness that lurked beneath the surface. Little did they know, a series of mysterious events was about to unfold, plunging them into a thrilling and terrifying journey.
By Vinitha Naik2 years ago in Horror
The Horrendous of Room 13
As the clock struck 12 PM, I wound up excess before the method for staying 13. The old motel had a dull standing, but I had moved past the stories as straightforward thought. Much to my consternation that this night would be the beginning of a frightening encounter that would torture me for the rest of my life. With a full breath, I changed the key and wandered into the room.
By Kayla walker2 years ago in Horror