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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.
''Ghosted by a Dead Man''
By [ISRAR khan] I met Elias on a Thursday in April, the kind of day that smells like rain even when the sky is clear. We were both waiting in line for overpriced espresso at a pop-up café in Brooklyn. He wore a charcoal coat and a crooked smile, and when he spoke, his voice had the kind of depth you feel in your chest.
By Israr khan6 months ago in Horror
"Trapped in the Jungle with a Leopard"
The sun had barely risen when we entered the jungle—thick, damp, and humming with life. I was part of a small group of wildlife researchers stationed in the Western Ghats of India. Our goal was to track and document elusive animals through hidden camera traps. It was supposed to be routine—data collection, photography, maybe spotting a monkey or two. No one expected what came next.
By Muhammad Saeed6 months ago in Horror
The Stranger at the Bridge
The Stranger at the Bridge It was the last day of autumn when the leaves whispered secrets into the wind and the sky blushed with the orange hue of goodbye. As the sun dipped behind the hills of the quiet town of Eldershore, a lone figure stood at the old wooden bridge—where stories ended and sometimes began.
By Wings of Time 6 months ago in Horror
The Last Summer at the Lake
Title: The Last Summer at the Lake Subtitle: Some Promises Are Never Meant to Be Broken I sighed and pulled my hat brim down to shield my face from the blazing summer sun. Just a few more chapters, I told myself, flipping open my book again, though I’d read the same paragraph four times already. My eyes drifted off the page, pulled by the lake's gentle shimmer, and the book quietly fell into my lap.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Horror
Directed By Death
Ring…Ring…Ring…Ring… Buzz…Buzz…Buzz…Buzz… Woody laid in his bed staring at the ceiling fan. He had been awake for a while. Woody wondered if he had even slept at all. His phone and alarm clock continued to go off. Woody made no effort to turn off either. He counted how many times his phone rang. It would ring for a time, paused, then continued to ring. After the seventh round of ringing, Woody turned over to silence both devices. He knew the reason for his phone ringing off the hook. It was another homicide scene in Houston. Woody was a fourteen year veteran of the Houston PD Homicide team. His job was to take pictures of the crime scene. Lately the memories of past assignments were wearing down on his psyche.
By Desirae Anaya6 months ago in Horror
Zombies everywhere
Demi Moss ran for her life, the undead were rising all over England. Crawling out of the mud, like horrible little bugs. Gravestones were turning over, cemeteries had become danger zones, as zombie hordes gathered where people once mourned lost loved ones. It was like something out of a classic horror movie, as crippled men and women, with skin running off their bones, came shambling towards the living who fled from them in frantic terror! Whole cities were overrun with these monsters. Demi was in London when a horde of them burst from a diesel train in the underground. She was waiting in the subway to go home, but immediately fled back towards the city as hundreds of undead raced out of the metal carriages, their eyes burned red with a fiery rage unlike anything Demi had ever seen before. It terrified her, she and a hundred others joined a stampede racing upstairs, breaking through the barriers to resurface in Piccadilly Circus, the heart of the city. It was chaos, Demi didn't know where to look, at every turn; there were people killing people and it was almost impossible to tell who was infected or not. If that's what this was, Demi didn't know what was causing the zombie outbreak. It was a strange virus (if it was one) as the undead laughed and grinned, some even chanted; "the return of Lucien at last!" Or "our dark lord has resurrected!" Over and over again. No, this couldn't be a viral infection, it had to be something far darker than even that. She had heard about the return of Big Foot, Moth Man, Loch Ness Monster and then dinosaurs in America. Now there were zombies in England, something foul and menacing was a foot. Demi couldn't think about it at all, she just ran and ran, away from the horror, screaming in frantic terror! There had to be a way out of London, there just had to be. She searched for it endlessly, climbing high above the walking dead, jumping on top of stationary vehicles that had crashed in the outbreak. Smoke rose over the city, buildings were set on fire. Riot police were already storming the streets and alleyways, Demi looked high above the skyline, she saw army planes and helicopters, paratroopers were gliding in to save the day. There were panic bells, it was red alert! "There's something here from somewhere else!" A soldier yelled, as war machines sprung to life, shooting madly, "call the troops out in a hurry! This is it, boys, this is war!" He cried, as a hundred red and bloody zombies ran by. Demi hid from the gunfire, as these camouflaged superheroes stormed in to shoot the undead down, they weren't just from the sky, but crashing in with battle tanks, squashing the walking corpses like pesky insects. Demi didn't know what she was afraid of more, the marching men with high tech weaponry or the beasts from beyond the grave. She was hiding inside an abandoned building, with other survivors gathering close by, they became a gang of desperate people, eager to escape this living hell. It seemed impossible, so they all hid upstairs, watching from the windows high above, the war on land was neverending. The building collapsed before their feet, a missile crashed into the second floor, it made the walls around them crumble and shake violently. Demi and the others all tried to run back down to ground, but the stairs cracked and split wide open. Demi lost her footing, falling to her death. The last thing she heard was the others screaming, before the back of her head smashed the ground.
By Joseph Roy Wright6 months ago in Horror
"The House That Time Forgot"
Across the corners of the world, thousands of ancient buildings exist, but among them, there is one structure whose mere mention makes the hairs on one's neck stand up. This building is located in a mountainous region of Romania and is known as the most haunted building in the world. Its name is "Casa de los Espíritus", which means "The House of Spirits."
By Furqan Elahi6 months ago in Horror
