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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 Whispers in Room 306
It started with a dare. Maya had never believed in ghosts or haunted hotels, but when her friends dared her to spend one night alone in the infamous Room 306 of the old Whitmore Inn, she accepted without hesitation. The inn had been closed for decades, abandoned after a series of mysterious disappearances. Locals whispered about strange noises, bloodstained floors, and shadows that moved on their own. But Maya, a rational-minded journalism student, chalked it all up to urban legend.
By The 9x Fawdi7 months ago in Horror
The Last Broadcast
At about midnight the radio came to life. It was a decades-old dead relic rooted down in boxes in the old attic of the late grandfather of Eric. It was an old farmhouse on the point of disintegration with each wind creaking it. correct If Eric were cleaning it out by himself, he simply had the radio turned on as an idle diversion, he did not expect anything of the sort.
By Saddique Khan7 months ago in Horror
" THE TELL _ TALE HEARTS "
TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses — not destroyed — not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things inhell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily — how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
By Abdurrahman7 months ago in Horror
I Found a Mirror That Shows the Version of Me That Never Survived
I didn’t know the thrift shop even existed until I walked into it. It was tucked between a boarded-up bakery and a hardware store that smelled like rust and wet cardboard. The bell above the door didn’t ring when I walked in. No music. No people. Just silence — the kind of silence that felt like it was waiting for you.
By huzaifa Khan7 months ago in Horror
The Things That Speak When the House is Quiet
I used to think ghosts were the problem. I used to think if something was whispering at night, if the walls creaked, if the lights flickered — it had to be something else. Something dead. Something evil. Something I could blame.
By huzaifa Khan7 months ago in Horror
