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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 Unfathomable Beast of Xanadu-IV
I didn’t know it was possible to hate someone as much as I hated Freddie Montauk, the kingpin of the Darlucian Syndicate. He was an untouchable, irredeemable pile of sentient shit, but more than that, he was directly responsible for my wife’s death. Plenty of people had reasons to hate him, but mine was a special case.
By Bradley Ramsey2 years ago in Horror
3 Disturbing True Horror Stories
Story 1: The Intruder Under my Bed As a child, I had the privilege of occupying the most spacious room in our house. A peculiar layout divided our family home into two levels, with my room situated on the lower floor. This privilege stemmed from being the only boy among my siblings. I enjoyed the extra space and a full-size bed since I was 12 years old.However, at the age of 12, an unusual series of events began to unfold. For several nights in a row, I woke up inexplicably, struggling to fall back asleep. This was highly unusual for someone my age. Even with a fan generating white noise, I couldn't pinpoint the source of my disturbance.One night, while refilling my glass of water, I thought I heard something inside my room. The faucet turned off, and the room was eerily silent. This eerie feeling prompted me to investigate, and I reached the doorway, perplexed by an unexplained sense of unease.Soon after, I decided to sleep on the living room couch. It was a better option, even though I still had trouble sleeping. On another night, I awoke to sounds from the kitchen, where the fridge's light glow and the sound of someone rummaging through it chilled me. My parents were out for the night, so I had no choice but to go back to sleep, despite my discomfort.The next day, my mom noticed an unpleasant odor in my room, but I couldn't detect it. Ignoring her advice to clean up the smell proved to be a grave mistake. That night, we switched on the air conditioning due to the heat, but my sleep was again disrupted. In the silence that followed the fan's cessation, I heard a disturbing sound – breathing that wasn't mine. I scanned my room, checking the closet and under the bed. It was there that I made a horrifying discovery: a large, unkempt person lying beneath my bed, their eyes closed.I scrambled backward and screamed for my dad, who quickly removed the intruder as my mom called 911. The ordeal left a lasting impact on me, making it difficult to sleep comfortably in my own room. My dad installed security cameras, and we disposed of any opened food in the fridge, concerned about potential contamination. Whether the intruder had malicious intent or not, the experience of someone lurking under your bed is a child's worst nightmare.
By Kiphustling2 years ago in Horror
A Laughing Goddess Rhamnusia
She stood in the kitchen and dried her hands. It was a mechanical gesture before cooking dinner for her and her husband. She did so every evening for 40 years, as long as they had been married. They were not especially beautiful hands, short and fleshy, and firm. Strong hands, she thought while playing with the dry cloth. She then turned towards the kitchen unit and continued her activities while looking with one eye into the unfolded cookbook.
By Petra Van Geenen2 years ago in Horror
A Revolutionary Occurrence
A gloomy episode from the past still sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to remember it in the tranquil village of Blackwood, deep among Vermont's vast, ancient forests. It was a narrative told around campfires in low voices, with a sense of dread permeating every word. The locals referred to it as the "Cursed Night."
By Ronish Nakarmi2 years ago in Horror
Lockdown: Eyes Watching
In a small town shrouded in mist, there stood an old school with a history as murky as the fog that clung to its decaying walls. Legend had it that the building harbored secrets, whispered from one generation of students to the next. One ominous tale, in particular, echoed through the corridors like a ghostly refrain—the tale of the school lockdown that defied explanation.
By Shadow Whispers Studio2 years ago in Horror
