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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 Ghost Frequency. AI-Generated.
Arthur lived in the quiet, and that’s what made his job as a post-production audio editor perfect. His workspace was a black, soundproof cube deep within a downtown studio, where the air was always stale and the only light came from his three glowing monitors. It was 3 a.m., the city silent outside the building’s thick walls, and Arthur was meticulously cleaning an interview track.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Horror
🪞 The Mirror That Kept My Shadow
Ahmed had been restless for weeks. Starting over was never easy. Three years of marriage had collapsed in a storm of shouting, betrayal, and one final, bitter decision. He’d left the old apartment and taken a small, dusty flat across town—cheap, a little decrepit, but far away from the memories he was trying to bury.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Horror
The Mighty Small Cat and His Little Hero
The Beginning of an Unusual Day In the heart of the bustling city, people stopped in their tracks as a sight unlike any other unfolded before them. A massive, muscular white cat stood in the middle of the street, towering above everyone. His bright red shirt stretched across his broad chest, and his snow-white fur gleamed under the sunlight. Beside him, much smaller yet equally remarkable, was his son—a tiny kitten dressed in a Spider-Man suit, staring up at his father with wide, determined eyes.
By Be The Best4 months ago in Horror
The Hunger Cap
Arlo found the beanie at a thrift store on Bleecker Street, tucked between moth-eaten sweaters and faded band t-shirts. It was unremarkable—charcoal gray wool with a simple ribbed pattern—but something about it called to him. Maybe it was the way it seemed to absorb the fluorescent light above, or how the elderly shopkeeper's eyes lingered on it with what looked like relief when Arlo placed it on the counter.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Horror
“The Apartment Across the Street” . AI-Generated.
“The Apartment Across the Street” The Apartment Across the Street Every night, the light in the empty apartment flickers on at exactly 2:13 a.m.—and one woman is desperate to find out why. --- Emily wasn’t the type to notice small details. Most days, she was too busy balancing late-night deadlines and lukewarm coffee to pay attention to the world outside her window. But ever since she moved into her downtown apartment, one thing kept tugging at her attention—the building across the street. More specifically: Apartment 6B. During the day, it looked ordinary. A single window with dusty blinds. No plants, no curtains, no movement. The kind of apartment you’d assume was vacant. But at night—always at night—something strange happened. At exactly 2:13 a.m., the light inside 6B flickered on. Not before. Not after. Always 2:13. At first, Emily brushed it off. Maybe an insomniac neighbor, maybe a timer switch. But she soon realized the pattern was too perfect. The light would stay on for seven minutes—never a second longer—before flicking off again. No shadows. No movement. Just light. The more Emily noticed, the less she could sleep. She started staying up late, her eyes glued to the window. And every time, like clockwork, 2:13 arrived. The bulb glowed. The minutes ticked by. Then darkness. She began asking around casually. The barista downstairs, her mailman, even the security guard who worked nights in the lobby. Every time she mentioned 6B, she got the same blank look. “No one lives there,” the guard finally told her. “Place has been empty for years.” Emily felt a shiver crawl down her spine. --- A week later, curiosity got the better of her. She crossed the street and slipped into the other building, heart hammering in her chest. The hallway to 6B smelled faintly of dust and something metallic. She hesitated before the door, pressing her ear against it. Silence. Her rational side screamed at her to turn back. But her hand twisted the knob before her brain could stop her. To her surprise, the door creaked open. Inside, the apartment was bare. No furniture, no rugs, just wooden floors and peeling wallpaper. A faint draft whistled through the cracked window. And then she saw it—the single lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. It was off. But Emily’s watch read 2:11 a.m. Her pulse quickened. Two minutes. She stood frozen in the middle of the empty room, staring at the bulb. 2:12. The air seemed to thicken around her. 2:13. The bulb flared to life. Emily gasped, stumbling back. The room glowed pale yellow, but the switch on the wall remained down. She spun around, searching for some hidden device, some trick. That was when she heard it. A faint hum, low and steady, like a voice just beyond hearing. She pressed her hands over her ears, but the sound seeped through her bones. The bulb flickered, shadows stretching unnaturally across the walls. Then, just as quickly as it started, the hum stopped. 2:20. The bulb went dark. Emily stood trembling in the silence, her breath fogging in the air. She bolted, slamming the door behind her, not daring to look
By Sami ullah4 months ago in Horror
Regards, RIP. Content Warning.
Dearest Graham, By the time you read this, it will already be too late. For you. I have been wanting to write to you for a long time now. But so often, when I try to write what I wanted to say, I stumble over my words and then scrap the draft completely. You see, you were my everything for so long. I mean that very literally, as you damn well know. I had been isolated slowly and gradually from all of the people who loved and cared for me. That was your sly and calculated plan all along, wasn’t it?
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Horror
The Cat Who Knew Too Much
The Cat Who Knew Too Much Sometimes, the only witness to tragedy is a creature no one suspects. When Claire adopted Jasper, she thought she was rescuing a stray. The sleek black cat had been sitting outside the local shelter in the rain, staring through the fence like he was waiting for someone. His golden eyes seemed to meet hers with unsettling intelligence.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Horror
Spelunk
"Okay, Chet, gimme a hand," Brett grunted, hauling their climbing gear out of the back of his mud-stained old Prius. His twin brother wasn't even on the same planet as him, though; too busy standing at the base of the cliff, gazing up at the sheer, ninety degree rock wall inches from his sneakers.
By Natalie Gray4 months ago in Horror
The Silence of Oris – Part 2
Eric couldn’t breathe—not from the cold, but from the realization that Oris was not alone. The figures in the fog were not shadows or tricks of moonlight. They were like her, but different—taller, with sharper features, their silhouettes flickering with faint bioluminescence. Their eyes glowed faintly, unblinking.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Horror
