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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 Cantor's Echo. AI-Generated.
### The Cantor's Echo The Basilica of the Withered Vine didn't drift; it presided over the void. Its architecture was a perversion of faith and function—flying buttresses of cold-forged steel arched over a nave of humming, bioluminescent circuitry. Its stained-glass windows, vast and dark, depicted not saints, but the elegant logic of dead star charts. I docked my surveyor ship, *The Moth*, at the main airlock, the silence of its docking clamps a profane sound in this forgotten cathedral of the machine-god.
By josephis WADE5 months ago in Horror
The Town That Dreams in Unison
No one locked their doors in Willowmere. They didn’t need to. At midnight every night, the streets emptied, the lamps dimmed, and the town drifted together into slumber. It was not ordinary sleep. Every citizen, from the newborn in the cradle to the mayor in his fine house on the hill, shared the same dream. A meadow stretched under a violet sky. Golden birds trilled endless songs. A river shimmered like liquid glass, its surface rippling without wind. In the dream, all burdens fell away. Pain, grief, hunger, guilt—gone.
By Hamid SAFI5 months ago in Horror
SEASON 4 : The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 7: THE FAMILY TREE The silence after the doppelgänger’s dissolution was heavier than any noise. Liam could only stare at Althea, at the dark sigil pulsing on her skin like a second, terrible heart. The air still hummed with the echo of that unwritable word, a vibration that made his teeth ache.
By Tales That Breathe at Night5 months ago in Horror
“Alone in the Dark: The Night She Heard Footsteps”
“Alone in the Dark: The Night She Heard Footsteps” It was past 11:30 p.m. when Ayesha, a 21-year-old student, realized she was the only one left in the house. Her parents had gone to attend a wedding in another city, and her younger brother was at a friend’s sleepover.
By Wings of Time 5 months ago in Horror
The Queen of Shadows: When a Human Office Turns into a Playground for Jinn. Content Warning.
I had just opened the door to my apartment when a message popped up. I looked at my phone in surprise—no one ever texts me. Nobody knows me except at work. But the shock came when I saw who sent it… the manager. And not just one, but two messages.
By محمد السبكي5 months ago in Horror
Chapter 2: Violet Eyed Stranger. Content Warning.
January 5, 2598 | 5:49 p.m. Friday evening After that night everything has been expeditious with the stranger. I have not been able to write since then, with trying to figure out what exactly needs to be done to keep everyone safe. Everything has revolved around the stranger in the alleyway, the man with the violet eyes. First, it is important to state what happened after he noticed me looking directly at him. He stood there in the darkness of the alley for far too long before coming out of the shadows to confront me. I must say that it was a rather strange phenomenon to be at a standstill with someone who equivalently adheres to the shadows. After he decided to make himself known, I was greeted with a pair of deep violet eyes of a man who stands at 6'2" tall. There was a specific allure he held that I vaguely remember experiencing once before back at the facility. A creature with an ethereal allure, one of unfathomable beauty unlike any other supernatural creature in existence that I had ever known. Of course I waited to introduce myself until he did. I wasn't going to risk this being some sort of trap from an unknown entity. He finally stated his name, Mors, then held out his hand to properly greet me. I couldn't do it. I couldn't take his hand whatsoever. Instead I stared at him trying to figure out if he were friend or foe. No longer caring for the silence I had bestowed upon him, Mors tilted his had as he asked if I was alright. His voice was charming, disarming, and velvety. I have to admit that his voice alone was enthralling even to me. That in itself told me that he was powerful in some aspect. Or he just has more charisma than I have. Of course I wasn't going to lie to him and tell him I was alright. Instead I let him know that it was off-putting to meet someone with such a presence as what he was exuding.
By Somniare Omnia5 months ago in Horror
Chapter 1: A Crimson Rewrite. Content Warning.
January 2, 2598 | 5:00 a.m. Tuesday morning For centuries I have watched humans kill each other in the name of religious and politic power. I have watched humans cling to the possibility of surviving those who take their freedom away, just to have that hope dashed upon the rocks of history. Once upon a time I founded a research center to help stop such things from happening. It was named World Death Intervention Research Center, or WDIRC for short. The point of the facility was to help prevent horrible, hopeless situations of every caliber. From dictators, to alien invasions. Nothing was off the table. I did not realize that there were some scientists who got greedy for knowledge had ceased power within WDIRC. Not until it was all too late. It all happened so fast. One moment I am going about business per usual, until I wasn't. Four armed guards had taken me deep into the bowels of the facility. I was sedated heavily then restrained in a hospital bed. Next thing I knew centuries began to pass by while I began to slowly starve. They didn't want me to intervene in there conquest to make weapons in the form of abilities they did not understand. I doubt they understand them presently either. My imprisonment ended when a couple of powerful subjects broke out of their confinement. From what little was left of WDIRC, they happened to destroy all the facility's fail safes in the process. Good for me at least. Reader, I promise there is a reason I am explaining all of this. It is best for you to know who is documenting everything. I find that it is easier to understand a point of view if you know a little context first. The context being that this world I have found myself in wasn't the one I had left when I was first imprisoned. After my captivity ended I found myself in a world I was unprepared for. This world is broken and rather bleak, if I am being honest. All I want presently is to find out what exactly transpired, provide assistance where I can, and restore hope for a better tomorrow. I, Somniare Omnia, refuse to let a less than desirable situation break me. Perhaps I have have lost my understanding humanity, however, I have not lost my desire to assist humans live in peace.
By Somniare Omnia5 months ago in Horror
