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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.

Ghost Doll
ghost doll - What happened aunt? - Your house is on fire. The fire brigade has been informed. They will come in a moment. - What is Kakima saying? How did this happen? - I don't know, Bapu. After smelling burning from inside the house, I went to the balcony and saw black smoke coming out of the window of your store room. I shouted and called people. They all gather and watch the fire burning. When the work over there is done, please come back soon. I keep it now.
By Bijan Mondal3 years ago in Horror
A kid’s game
I shifted on the brown leather couch, unsure of how to even allow myself to say what I came here to say. The embarrassment was settling inside me, but what came out was a yawn.
By Jay,when I write3 years ago in Horror
Escape the backrooms
In the aftermath of a global pandemic, the infected had overrun the world. Cities lay in ruins, and the few survivors were left to fend for themselves against the relentless hordes of zombies. Among those survivors was a group of strangers who had found refuge in an abandoned shopping mall. They had managed to fortify the mall, creating a semblance of safety within its walls.
By sarv3 years ago in Horror
The shadows haunted attraction. Content Warning.
Part I: A Fateful Arrival: The old town of Ravens brook stood as a testament to time, its narrow cobblestone streets lined with ancient, ivy-clad houses that leaned in on one another like gossiping whispers. Among the residents, none dared speak of the manor on the hill, known as the Longwood Estate. Its dilapidated facade seemed to hide secrets that had been buried for generations. It was said that no soul had inhabited the estate since the tragic disappearance of the Longwood family over a century ago.
By Ali Ahmad Chaudhary3 years ago in Horror
Revenant: I Was 14 Years Old When I Died [Vol 1- 002]
Mr. Jose continuously shouted at his foster children. Coordinating, instructing, and reprimanding them. But he scolded with love and passion that he instilled in the hearts of his players. My view of basketball is the same as that of an outsider. A simple competition where one team tries to bring the ball to the opponent's goal while the opposing team does the same.
By Jack3 years ago in Horror
Revenant: I Was 14 Years Old When I Died [Vol 1 - 001]
I caught a whiff. The scent of the living. The smell of blood, flesh, and skin. From a girl. A young girl consumed by terror.
By Jack3 years ago in Horror
Revenant - I Was 14 Years Old When I Died. The Synopsis
Life... life is beautiful. I have lived a vibrant life, cherishing every moment and receiving love from those close to me. My family functions as a team, always there when I need them. My father is not just an ordinary person of Norwegian descent working in Indonesia; he is my superhero, fighting against evil while also teaching me the fundamentals of life, from learning to crawl as a baby to becoming the most humble and compassionate girl in school. Although many boys in school admire me for my blonde hair, fair skin, and blue eyes, I have earned admiration and respect from others through my loving and compassionate nature. Why would I ever want to tease and bully someone for amusement? Why should I abandon a "loser" out of fear of being influenced by them? Why is it wrong to help others?
By Jack3 years ago in Horror
Song of the Siren
Like most rock singers, Rhea Rosalia Rainy had baggage. Some of it was anatomical: her genetics contained a mutation that allowed her accessory vocal cords--the false vocal folds, rudimentary in everyone else--to be functional apart from her primary ones. She could harmonize with herself, which was not a coincidence in this universe.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Horror
The Little Hampstead Mystery
Sworn Testimony of Dora Munson, Witness: I am writing this testimony and leaving it with my lawyer to be opened after my death along with a letter to the local paper so that everyone will finally know what happened on that August day so many years ago.
By Valerie Kittell3 years ago in Horror
The Frightful of Hollowbrook Village
The Frightful of Hollowbrook Village Section 1: A Vile Past Somewhere down in the core of the hazy forests lay the town of Hollowbrook. It was a spot covered in secret, with a dim history that sent shudders down the spines of the people who really considered talking its name. Some time in the past, Hollowbrook was a prosperous and cheerful local area, however one critical evening, a misfortune happened to the town that would everlastingly change its predetermination.
By Aisha Ibrahim3 years ago in Horror
The Feline's Dull Mystery
In the peaceful town of Ravenbrook, an old house stood deserted at the edge of the forest. Local people murmured regarding bizarre happenings inside its walls, however none could affirm the bits of gossip. It was said that the house was reviled, and the shadows that moved on its windows recounted their very own account.
By Aisha Ibrahim3 years ago in Horror
Ghostly Nursery Haunts the Brave. Content Warning.
In the quiet countryside village of Hollowbrook, nestled between dense woods and vast fields, stood an old, creepy house that loomed over the landscape like a forgotten relic of the past. Locals whispered stories of its dark history—of disappearances and tragic deaths that had plagued the house for generations. Despite the chilling tales, a curious girl named Emily couldn't resist the allure of the mysterious building. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the village, Emily's friends dared her to enter the decrepit house. With a mix of fear and bravado, she accepted the challenge, determined to prove herself. Armed with nothing but a flashlight and trembling nerves, Emily stepped inside the forsaken dwelling. The moment she crossed the threshold, a chilling breeze enveloped her, causing the dust to swirl around like ghostly apparitions. The creaking floorboards echoed with every step, creating an unsettling symphony that made her heart race. As she ventured deeper, the darkness seemed to grow thicker, almost suffocating. But Emily pressed on, drawn by an inexplicable force. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched and that the house itself was alive with malevolence. Her flashlight flickered, casting fleeting glimpses of eerie portraits and antique furniture that seemed to whisper dreadful secrets. Just as she considered turning back, a distant echo reverberated through the house—the sound of a child's giggle. Dread gnawed at her insides, but she couldn't escape the haunting call. Following the laughter, Emily found herself in a dilapidated nursery. In the corner of the room, a tattered rocking chair swayed gently, as if someone had just vacated its seat. Emily's heart pounded against her ribs, but she couldn't look away. A faint voice called her name from the darkness, and against her better judgment, she moved closer. A pale figure emerged from the shadows—the ghost of a little girl, her eyes hollow and sorrowful. Emily's throat tightened as she sensed the girl's despair and pain. The ghost reached out, and Emily felt an icy grip tighten around her wrist. Panic consumed her, but she couldn't escape the spectral grasp. The little girl's voice filled her mind with haunting visions of tragedy and loss. The house was a prison for lost souls, and now Emily was destined to join them. She pleaded with the apparition, but her words seemed to dissipate into the cold, stagnant air. Suddenly, the house seemed to shift, with walls closing in around Emily, trapping her in its nightmarish embrace. The once-calm breeze transformed into a violent gust that rattled the ancient windows. The ghost's mournful cries intensified, echoing through the halls and mixing with Emily's own terrified screams. As the night wore on, the house seemed to devour Emily's very essence, absorbing her fears, hopes, and dreams until she was nothing but a hollow shell. The girl who had walked into the old, creepy house in Hollowbrook was no more. The next morning, the villagers found the house eerily quiet, as if it had swallowed Emily and vanished into the mist. Despite thorough searches, no trace of the girl could be found. To this day, her fate remains a tragic and fearful enigma, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lie within the abandoned houses of Hollowbrook's countryside.Start writing...
By INDIKA ROSHAN3 years ago in Horror