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The Shadow . AI-Generated.
Title: shadow Subtitle:The A vallage, a boy, and a shadow that never left Night had settled thickly over the village. The moon peeked now and then through scattered clouds, and the wind carried a strange silence. It was the kind of night that made even the bravest souls pull their blankets tighter.
By MIND VERSE6 months ago in Horror
Pathogen: Ch. 16. Content Warning.
This was bad. This was very, very, very bad. Alarms screamed all around Marnie as she barreled down the hall, racing for the elevator as fast as her high heels could carry her. General Hackett or one of his scientists must have flipped a switch, because the lights went out around her within a second of her taking off. All she had to see by were the hazard lights, slowly flashing red to the tempo of the alarm.
By Natalie Gray6 months ago in Horror
Putt Putt Park
Alba wanted a cute night out with Amos after a long week. She wanted to play putt putt, but was tired of the same ones in the town. She searched on her phone and found one that was located within a small town next to their own. They drove the 50 minutes in order to enjoy the new found spot. When they arrived the place seemed rusted, abandoned, and overgrown. They walked into the front building to pay. A man who seemed to be around 80 was standing at a desk. He did not look up and continued to read the book in front of him. He only pointed to the sign next to him that showed, "18 holes: $5 per person."
By Seashell Harpspring 6 months ago in Horror
That One Night
I should have taken the bus. That thought kept repeating in my head as I walked down Elmwood Avenue, the shortcut I always promised myself I'd never take again. But after pulling a double shift at the diner for the third night this week, my feet ached and my eyelids felt like sandpaper. All I wanted was to collapse onto my mattress and sleep for twelve hours straight. The rain had stopped hours ago, but the air still hung heavy with moisture, smelling like wet concrete and something else—something coppery that made the hairs on my neck stand up.
By Emma Walker6 months ago in Horror
Rooms We Never Entered
It started as a local curiosity, the sort of whispered story that drifts through small towns late at night: an old boarding house, abandoned decades ago, standing stubbornly at the end of Ashford Lane. The house had once been grand, its wooden balustrades carved with roses and angels. Now, rot claimed the walls and ivy strangled the stone, but something darker, locals said, had always haunted it.
By Mati Henry 6 months ago in Horror
The House That waits
No one had lived in the old Whitlock house for nearly forty years. Perched like a vulture at the edge of town, its windows were clouded with time, its porch sagging under the weight of memory and decay. Children whispered about it in the schoolyard, dared each other to touch the door, and swore they saw shadows moving even when the wind was still.
By umais khan6 months ago in Horror
The Quiet Night
Elmsworth was a place most would call sleepy, not for its people but for the way time moved there. Days drifted gently like mist over the hills, and nights settled softly like a blanket over the stone cottages. There was no traffic, no towering buildings, no noise—only the hum of crickets, the rustle of old trees, and the steady rhythm of life.
By Muhammmad Zain Ul Hassan6 months ago in Horror
