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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.
A NIGHTMARE
Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Lily who lived in a small town in the countryside. She had always been fascinated by the supernatural and the occult and often found herself drawn to books and movies about ghosts, demons, and other paranormal entities.
By Musa Chohan3 years ago in Horror
The Old Mansion on the Hill
The Old Mansion on the Hill It was an old mansion, perched atop a hill that loomed over the small town below. The mansion had been abandoned for years, its owners long gone, leaving behind nothing but a dilapidated building that had become the subject of many local ghost stories
By Musa Salman3 years ago in Horror
The Last Weekend at Home. Top Story - April 2023.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I should have noticed it earlier, but I was too obsessed with my own dashing looks to even consider it. If I had not been so fixated on my chestnut colored hair, dreamy chai colored eyes, and strong European features, I may have been able to stop what eventually overtook my life. I may have been able to avoid being chained to a reality that mirrored what I had grown up in. If only…
By Iris Harris3 years ago in Horror
The Premonition
Nightmare The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. A transparent cloud that resembled me was there instead. It was cloaked to hide its legs and appeared to be floating in mid-air. Although it was daytime, the mirror reflected night. Moonlit shadows of pouring rain flickered across the floor beneath the cloud figure. The room was darkened in the mirror, momentarily flashing bright with lightning. Its eyes were different than mine as well. They were hollow and white with dark shadows around them. The figure slowly began to smile, and as its smile grew wider, a chill climbed up my spine, reaching my neck as the smile became full.
By J.M. Powell3 years ago in Horror
Oculus of Myrtles
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. But a reflection of a true haunting, that has left people running and fleeing in the middle of the night. It is said to be one of the most haunted items in the world. It also has a mysterious stain that will never come off by just wiping it off. It has been researched and examined very carefully but has no explanation for how and why its forever embedded in the glass itself. The stain almost looks like a handprint as if someone who once touched left a permanent mark, or could a mysterious force be trapped within the oculus itself. But the mirror itself is only just half of the haunting at Myrtles Plantation, which is said to be one of the most haunted places in America. Which has caught the attention of paranormal researcher and journalist Jennifer Lemaire to find out if any of the legends are true. Jennifer has always been interested in the paranormal ever since her brother passed away in a drowning accident. She hoped to encounter her brother’s spirit while investigating, to show proof there still is life beyond death. But after doing at least over 50 hauntings she has yet to encounter her brother. She would be staying at the plantation until she got all the answers she needed. Upon checking into the plantation, she asked if she could stay in the most active room that has the most activity. Which would be in the main house on the second floor where the original owner’s wife and two children had died after being poisoned.
By Joanna Blaze3 years ago in Horror
Moonlight
Moonlight By C Jyl Parker The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. In fact, at first there was no one in the mirror, only shadows of a different room. How could that be? And where was my face, my yellow hair pulled back in a ponytail, my nightshirt? How did I get here? Was I dreaming? I stood in front of the large, oval mirror, my hands gripping either side of the carved wooden frame. I wanted to step back, to release the death-grip of my hands, but I couldn’t move. I thought back to what I last remembered.
By C Jyl Parker3 years ago in Horror
Broken Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that was not my own. As I stare into the glass, my right-hand strokes at my own jawline. My very hand does not even look like mine in the mirror. The hand in the mirror is a faint, blue grey, just like the face peering back at me. That hand appears to be frail, the skin sagging in places upon it. The nails on that hand are ragged, dirty, and unkempt. My own hands, the ones outside of the mirror, appear strong, smooth, and full of life. The backs of my hands are olive in color, the palms are a faint pink, soft and supple. My recently manicured nails are painted a soft, natural, peach tone, although not quite as shiny, as the day before. Odd, the gel polish is beginning to chip, as they were just done two days ago.
By Sara Jones3 years ago in Horror
