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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.
Haunted Octopus House Bandung: The True Story Behind Indonesia's "Devil's Church"
Menacingly looming over Jalan Cipedes Selatan No. 6 in Bandung, West Java, the Octopus House (Rumah Gurita) is Indonesia's one of the most strikingly visual and perpetually haunted places. The building's past and ghostly reputation have been tormenting local nightmares for decades, merging architectural peculiarity with supernatural lore.
By Kyrol Mojikal7 months ago in Horror
"The Children in the Woods Remember Everything… Even the Future"
The first time I saw them, I thought they were just ordinary kids playing in the woods behind my grandmother’s cottage. Five of them, all between eight and twelve, huddled in a circle beneath the gnarled oak tree that locals called *"The Watcher."* But there was something wrong—they didn’t laugh, didn’t run around, didn’t even speak. They just… *stared*.
By Hanif Ullah 7 months ago in Horror
Don’t Feed the Thing Under the Stairs
I was eight years old the first time I heard the knock—two soft taps, then silence. It came from under the wooden staircase in my grandmother’s old Victorian house. The kind of knock that made you freeze in the hallway, your heart thudding louder than the sound itself. But what made it worse wasn’t the knock. It was what Grandma said when I asked her about it.
By Fazal Hadi7 months ago in Horror
My Family Doesn’t Know This About Me
There’s a version of me my family knows well—quiet, polite, dependable. I’m the one who helps wash the dishes after dinner, who keeps secrets like heirlooms, who always remembers to say “thank you” and “I love you.” I’m the sibling who listens, the cousin who shows up, the daughter who doesn’t raise her voice.
By wilson wong7 months ago in Horror
Death Came with a Loyalty Card
I was in line at the grocery store when I died. Not metaphorically. Not spiritually. Literally. There I was — holding a sad little basket with discounted hummus, three cans of tuna, and one overripe banana — when I heard a loud crack, saw a flicker of light, and the next thing I knew, I was standing beside myself.
By Abuzar khan7 months ago in Horror
If Dreams Had Teeth
I used to think dreams were soft places—fleeting, strange, and safe. They were clouds you could walk through, colors you couldn’t name, people you missed but didn’t recognize. But all of that changed the night I learned that dreams, if twisted just enough, could grow teeth. And sometimes… they bite.
By Jawad Khan7 months ago in Horror
