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The Last Call from a Dead Phone
I recognized the ringtone before I understood what I was hearing. It was soft, tinny, wrong—an outdated jingle I hadn’t heard in years. The sound crept through my apartment at 11:43 PM, threading its way into my bones before my mind caught up.
By Modhilrajabout 2 hours ago in Horror
My Reflection Started Blinking First
The first time it happened, I blamed exhaustion. I’d been working late for weeks, sleeping in fragments, living on coffee and half-remembered dreams. When I stood in the bathroom at 2:11 AM, staring at my own face under the harsh yellow light, it didn’t feel strange that my eyes burned or that the reflection looked slightly off. Fatigue plays tricks, everyone says that.
By Modhilrajabout 2 hours ago in Horror
The Train That Only Runs for the Missing
The train station wasn’t on any map. I found it by accident, following a shortcut home after a late shift, cutting through a street I’d walked past a hundred times but never down. The air smelled wrong there—stale, like rain trapped underground. At the end of the road stood a narrow platform lit by flickering yellow bulbs. A rusted sign hung crooked above it, blank except for peeling paint.
By Modhilrajabout 2 hours ago in Horror
The House That Breathes at Night
At first, everyone thought the sound was plumbing. A soft groan, like old pipes stretching, always around the same time—3:17 AM. In a house as old as ours, that wasn’t unusual. The building had stood for more than a century, swallowing generations of families, secrets sealed behind layers of paint and plaster. Houses like that made noise. They sighed. They settled. They complained.
By Modhilrajabout 3 hours ago in Horror
How Bludworth Survived Death?
In Final Destination films, Bludworth (played by Tony Todd) was known to be the "Grim Reaper" and the Coroner of the film series. Bludworth has been an expert on Death giving advice on how to escape from Death that was until the Final Destination: Bloodlines, which would be Todd's final performance, Todd's character William John Bludworth (his full name) actually escaped Death decades ago at the Sky View where he was supposed to die along with his mother who was the singer of the band at the Skyview. During the until Iris who was in her 20s (played by Brec Bassinger) who had a Premonition that everyone is going to die on the Skyview, she stops the performance just to saving everyones lives including Bludworth. In the Final Destination: Bloodlines, Iris (played by Gabrielle Rose) now at old age, dying of cancer in hiding away from had two grown children who have their own children. One of their children, Stefani (played by Kaitlyn Santa Juana) had the same premonition met with Iris. Iris was living in a gated solitary home away from the outside world. Iris gives Stefani a book that shows who will die next and information on what happened after the SkyView to save their family before accepting Death's fate. After her death, Iris's son (played by Alex Zahara) dies next and Stefani's cousin (played by Anna Lore) which made Stefani get depth with Grandma Iris's book.
By Gladys W. Muturia day ago in Horror
The Station Without Trains
Seen (1) ‎At the far end of a desert highway stood a train station that no map acknowledged. There were no tracks leading to it, no schedules posted, and no trains that ever arrived. Still, every evening at sunset, the lights turned on. ‎ ‎Maya found the station by accident while driving cross-country to escape a life that felt too heavy. Her radio had gone silent miles ago, and her phone showed no signal. When she saw the station glowing in the distance, she pulled over, relieved to find signs of life. ‎ ‎The station was clean, almost untouched by time. Wooden benches lined the platform, and an old clock hung above the entrance, forever stuck at 6:40. The air smelled of dust and iron, like a place waiting to be used. ‎ ‎“Hello?” Maya called. ‎ ‎No answer. ‎ ‎She sat on a bench, telling herself she would leave in five minutes. But as the sun disappeared, the lights grew warmer, softer. Calm settled over her in a way she hadn’t felt in years. ‎ ‎A man in a conductor’s uniform stepped out from the shadows. His clothes looked old-fashioned, but neatly pressed. His face was kind, though tired. ‎ ‎“You’re early,” he said. ‎ ‎“Early for what?” Maya asked. ‎ ‎“For the train,” he replied. ‎ ‎Maya frowned. “There are no tracks.” ‎ ‎The man smiled gently. “Not all journeys need them.” ‎ ‎He explained that this station was a place between leaving and arriving—a pause for those who were lost, grieving, or running from something they couldn’t name. People didn’t come here on purpose. They arrived when they needed stillness. ‎ ‎“Does the train ever come?” Maya asked. ‎ ‎“Yes,” he said. “But only once for each person.” ‎ ‎Maya felt a tightness in her chest. “Where does it go?” ‎ ‎The conductor looked at the horizon. “To the life you stopped believing in.” ‎ ‎Maya thought of the dreams she had abandoned, the version of herself she no longer recognized. Tears surprised her, sliding down her face without warning. ‎ ‎“I don’t know if I’m ready,” she whispered. ‎ ‎The conductor nodded. “That’s why the train hasn’t arrived.” ‎ ‎They sat in silence as the stars appeared. For the first time in years, Maya didn’t feel the urge to run. She felt seen. ‎ ‎Slowly, the station lights dimmed. The conductor stood. ‎ ‎“When you leave,” he said, “you won’t remember this place. But you’ll remember how you felt.” ‎ ‎A distant sound echoed—not a train horn, but something close to a heartbeat. ‎ ‎Maya blinked. ‎ ‎She was back in her car, parked on the side of the empty highway. The station was gone. The road stretched endlessly ahead. ‎ ‎But her chest felt lighter. ‎ ‎She turned the key and drove forward, not knowing exactly where she was going—but certain, for the first time, that she was finally on the right track.
By Do bol ho jaaye 2 days ago in Horror
The Echoing Asylum of Silaos: Where the Patients Never Left | SEASON FINALE
Chatpter 10 CHRONICLER’S LOG: A recovered page from Father Elias’s final journal is stained with what appears to be a black, oily substance. The handwriting is erratic and panicked. The entry describes the Queen as a 'psychic virus,' a gestalt entity composed of every soul that has been broken within the asylum. Its goal is not to possess, but to assimilate.
By Tales That Breathe at Night8 days ago in Horror
Cinderwood Ache
It wasn’t a memory, not really. Memories had edges, context, the faint scent of real experience. This was different. This was a raw, visceral ache for a place I’d never laid eyes on, a longing so potent it felt like a limb I’d lost. It started small, a flicker in the back of my mind, a vague image of grey stone and twisting, bare branches against a bruised sky. Then it became a whisper, then a shout. Every night, the same damn dream. Always Cinderwood Hall. Always on the edge of some bleak, windswept moor.
By HAADI8 days ago in Horror
The Unsent Plea
Arthur hated old houses. Not hated like a strong distaste, but hated like a deep, visceral revulsion. Especially this one. Aunt Mildred’s place. Three generations of dust and neglect, all settled into sagging floorboards and wallpaper peeling like sun-baked skin. He hadn't seen Mildred in twenty years, not since he was a kid and she’d tried to feed him a sandwich she swore had been blessed by a squirrel. So, when the lawyers called, mumbling about an estate and an attic full of "sentimental value," Arthur knew what "sentimental value" really meant: trash. Mountains of it.
By HAADI10 days ago in Horror
The Puddle Gaze
The rain was a cold, insistent slap against Finn’s face the moment he pushed through the swinging doors of the diner. Ten hours of frying grease and fake smiles, and this was his reward. The city was a slick, dark beast, its asphalt skin glistening under the jagged scars of neon light. Blues, reds, sickening greens. Everything blurred, everything bled into everything else, especially in the puddles.
By HAADI13 days ago in Horror
The Valley of Glass Flowers
Silas had followed the old prospector's map for two weeks, dust caked to his lungs, sun beating down on his worn hat. The old man, half-mad with fever, had whispered about a "valley of glass flowers" before he finally checked out in that ramshackle clinic in Dust Devil Gulch. Silas didn't believe in magic, not really, but the glint in the dying man's eye, the sheer conviction, it had lodged itself somewhere behind Silas’s ribs. And hell, anything was better than another busted claim in the blistering heat. This valley, the map claimed, lay beyond the Devil’s Tooth, a jagged peak nobody much bothered to climb anymore.
By HAADI13 days ago in Horror
The Azure Hunger
Arthur’s life was gray, mostly. A gray cubicle, gray spreadsheets, the gray light of a damp morning commute. He liked it that way, orderly, predictable. Then came the faintest tickle, a phantom note, whenever he caught sight of the delivery guy’s bright blue uniform, or the endless scroll of a Facebook feed. Not a flavor, not really, more like an impression, a cold, dry whisper on the back of his tongue, like metal left out in winter. He’d blink, swallow, dismiss it as one of those weird fleeting sensations, a leftover ghost from breakfast, maybe. But it kept happening. Blue, then that taste.
By HAADI14 days ago in Horror