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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 Dark Shadow Behind the Window
In the small village of Blackwood, nestled deep within a dense forest, a sense of unease hung in the air like a heavy fog. The villagers whispered of a house that had stood abandoned for decades, its windows shattered, and its walls covered in ivy. Among the tales that sent shivers down the spines of the bravest souls, one story stood out—the legend of "The Dark Shadow Behind the Window."
By metta tirtana2 years ago in Horror
Blackthorn House
Blackthorn House, an aging, dilapidated home, was located in the heart of the desolate woods. Anyone who even thought about taking a brief glance at it was instantly terrified by its unflattering form against the dusk sky. People from the neighborhood whispered frightening tales about the house as they quietly discussed it.
By Ilham Maulana Aziz2 years ago in Horror
Shadows of Memory...
The pulse within the womb resonates loudly - akin to a church bell's resounding toll, awakening the entire town. It pounded swiftly, carrying warmth as blood coursed through me. The muffled, gentle sound imprinted itself within my mind. Before contractions began, my world was bathed in a pinkish-orange glow that filtered through the belly. The squeezing and pushing followed, accompanied by the inaugural sensation of pain - ecstatic, like a dance of flames in motion. The light overwhelmed my vision, cold seeping into my skin, enveloping me in shivers.
By Somenath Sen2 years ago in Horror
Echoes of Love: A Ghostly Romance Under the Moonlight. Content Warning.
In the quiet town of Silverbrook, nestled between ancient forests and rolling hills, an unusual and captivating love story unfolded beneath the shimmering light of the moon. Nocturna and Darian, two souls caught in the realm between life and death, found solace and passion in their ghostly existence.
By Saranya devi2 years ago in Horror
A pair of legs
Harry, an 11-year-old boy who lived with his mother in an old house in the countryside. That day, he was walking to the river to fish. He was used to doing that routine because he had been educated by his late father. Harry used a fishing rod to find fish. While waiting, he ate the lunch his mother made for him. He also ate a fruit he picked up on the way. He had never seen the fruit before, but it looked good to eat. He spent the rest of the afternoon with enough fish for him and his mother to eat in the evening.
By Ilham Maulana Aziz2 years ago in Horror
For Whom the Whistle Blows. Top Story - August 2023.
You awake alone on a train with trees drifting slowly by outside. You sit in the window seat, in the first row, facing forward. Looking behind yourself, you see that every seat stretching back to the door is empty, light that does not shine glittering in the eyes of people who are not there. It is dark in the car, the attendant hasn’t been seen for hours, and the only light comes from a perfectly full moon in a clear, cloudless sky.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Horror
Mojave Desert
In the desolate heart of the Mojave Desert, there lay an abandoned carnival. Its faded banners and rusted rides were frozen in time, a stark contrast to the barren landscape that surrounded it. Locals spoke of it only in hushed tones, for the carnival was said to harbor a malevolent force that hungered for the souls of the living.
By Taiwo Victor2 years ago in Horror
The Carnival
In the desolate heart of the Mojave Desert, there lay an abandoned carnival. Its faded banners and rusted rides were frozen in time, a stark contrast to the barren landscape that surrounded it. Locals spoke of it only in hushed tones, for the carnival was said to harbor a malevolent force that hungered for the souls of the living.
By Taiwo Victor2 years ago in Horror
