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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.
My Childhood Doll Started Breathing
I never planned to open the box. It had been sitting in my parents’ attic for over twenty years, wedged between old Christmas decorations and stacks of yellowing magazines. Inside was my childhood doll—Lily. I’d forgotten most of the details until recently: porcelain face, glass eyes, strawberry-blonde curls, and a little blue dress. She’d been my favorite, but also the source of nightmares I could never explain.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Horror
Welcome to the Hotel Canfield
"Dude, this is epic!" Cole's dazzling hazel eyes boggled out of his skull, his pale, freckly cheeks stretching in an absolutely giddy grin. The seventeen-year-old hadn't even gotten out of the car yet, and he was already about to wet himself from excitement. Just seeing that look on his face almost made this entire, crazy idea worth it.
By Natalie Gray6 months ago in Horror
The Whisper House
The realtor’s brochure called it a "quaint fixer-upper brimming with potential." Eleanor Vance, still adrift in the numb silence following her husband Robert’s sudden passing six months prior, saw it as an escape. Nestled at the dead-end of Sycamore Lane, shrouded by ancient, weeping willows, the Victorian house wasn’t quaint. It was *watchful*. Its asymmetrical gables hunched like brooding shoulders, the once-vibrant clapboard weathered to a sickly grey. Most unsettling were the windows – tall, narrow panes reflecting the encroaching woods with a depth that felt less like glass and more like stagnant water. Eleanor signed the papers. The price was absurdly low.
By Danyal Hashmi6 months ago in Horror
The House That Remembers
The old Whitmore house had been abandoned for decades, its windows boarded and gardens overrun with ivy. Cracked stone steps led to a warped wooden door, and the chimney stood like a sentinel against the gray Eldridge sky. Locals had long avoided the place, speaking of it only in hushed tones. They said the house had a memory. That it never forgave.
By Danyal Hashmi6 months ago in Horror
World War I: The Great War That Redrew the World
World War I, often called the Great War, was unlike any conflict the world had ever seen before. Beginning in 1914 and lasting until 1918, it involved the major powers of the world and forever altered the political, social, and cultural landscape of the 20th century. The war’s causes were complex, but the spark that ignited this devastating conflict was a single, tragic event — the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary. What followed was a brutal, global struggle that would lead to the collapse of empires, the birth of new nations, and lay the groundwork for the second great war just decades later.
By Ismail khan 6 months ago in Horror
My Mother’s Voice Is in My GPS
My Mother’s Voice Is in My GPS I’d had the new navigation system installed because the old one had started glitching. It was nothing serious—just delays, the occasional frozen screen—but after my mother passed away three months ago, I wanted everything in my life to be as smooth as possible. Grief makes you impatient with little frustrations.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Horror
Black Holes Are Not Real
When she yawned once more, it was the third in a row, she set down the book she was reading and her glasses on the nightstand. She knew it must be midnight—that third yawn had a habit of visiting her every night at that specific hour—yet she checked the electronic clock on the nightstand to see if she was right. And both as a physicist whose theory was once more proven, and as a lover of routines, which were only laws of nature yet to be proven, she was ready to sleep.
By Kemal Funda6 months ago in Horror
Skin of the City
Skin of the City Cities have skin. You might not notice it at first, but if you walk long enough, if you let the streets breathe against you, you’ll feel it. It’s in the cracked paint of forgotten doorways, the sunburned billboards, the graffitied brick walls that wear stories like tattoos. The city’s skin is never still it sweats in the summer heat, shivers under winter’s frost, and peels when the seasons change.
By James William6 months ago in Horror
