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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 HAADI15 days ago in Horror
The Projector Screen
The screen flickered and flicked as the projector turned on to put on a show. Images of people I recognized started to scroll through one at a time and that's when I realized that it was a class project and each classmate had participated except for me. Well, I didn't remember participating anyway.
By Tanya Lei16 days ago in Horror
The Echoing Asylum of Silaos: Where the Patients Never Left | SEASON 2
Chapter 7 FATHER ELIAS’S JOURNAL: Entry 3: The Queen is not a demon, but a soul. A very angry, very vengeful soul. She is the mother of the asylum. Her spirit, and her profound grief, is what has been feeding on the patients' madness. She is what has been devouring them. She is the keeper of the lost. And she is now enraged.
By Tales That Breathe at Night17 days ago in Horror
The Weight of White
Arthur had always found a kind of grim comfort in the snow. Not the fluffy, postcard kind, but the heavy, wet stuff that smothered the world in gray and white. It muffled the distant hum of the highway, the neighbor’s barking dog, the constant, irritating thrum of life. But tonight, it wasn’t muffled. It was utterly, absolutely gone. The silence pressed in, a physical weight against his eardrums, far heavier than any sound.
By HAADI22 days ago in Horror
December 25th Repeats
I wake up to bells. Not church bells—those stopped ringing years ago—but the cheap electronic chime of my alarm clock playing a distorted version of “Jingle Bells.” The sound drills straight into my skull. My eyes open before I can stop them.
By Modhilraj23 days ago in Horror
The Carol That Knows Your Name
The first time it happened, I thought I was mishearing it. Christmas Eve had settled into the apartment like dust—quiet, soft, unavoidable. Outside, the city glowed in muted colors, strings of lights blinking in tired rhythms, as if even joy needed rest. I sat alone at the small kitchen table with a cup of reheated coffee, the radio murmuring to fill the silence. I always kept it on during holidays. Silence had a way of remembering things I tried not to.
By Modhilraj23 days ago in Horror
THE NIGHT THE SNOW WAS MARKED
In early February of 1855, southern England went to sleep under a heavy blanket of snow. It was the kind of winter night that muffles sound, erases detail, and turns familiar streets into pale, quiet corridors. Villages locked their doors. Farmers secured their animals. Churches stood dark and still.
By The Insight Ledger 24 days ago in Horror
THE HOTEL THAT KEPT A SCORE
In downtown Los Angeles, a few blocks from where the city sells its dreams in neon and billboards, stands a building that never learned how to forget. From the outside, the Cecil Hotel looks like a relic—tall, symmetrical, unimpressive in a way that makes it easy to miss. Thousands of people have walked past it without noticing. Thousands more have slept inside it without knowing its history.
By The Insight Ledger 24 days ago in Horror
The Echoing Asylum of Silaos: Where the Patients Never Left | SEASON 1
Chapter 1 ARCHIVAL NOTES: Case File #73-B, The Silaos Exorcisms. Location: Silaos Asylum, Silaos, Argentina. Date: Winter, 1978.
By Tales That Breathe at Night26 days ago in Horror
Shattered Depths
The pressure readout on the console flickered, a nervous tic in the absolute blackness outside. Ten thousand feet. Marcus felt it in his teeth, a dull ache that wasn't just physical. Beside him, Lena adjusted her comms, her face a pale oval in the dim glow of the instruments. Her knuckles were white on the armrest, a quiet admission of the knife-edge they rode. "Ready for the deploy, Marcus?" Her voice, a steady current through the static, tried for casual. She failed. He heard the tremor.
By HAADI28 days ago in Horror
THE HONG KONG "PHUNG TY" CASE
Behind the urban splendor of Hong Kong, dark and sinister underbelly persists. Here, a group of women known as "Phung Ty" operate outside the law, engaging in the business of selling incense and Buddhist offerings. "Phung Ty" in Hong Kong isn't a single individual's name, but a general term for women practicing this profession.
By HieuDinh29 days ago in Horror
SEASON FINALE - Whispers from the Lantern: The Keeper's Lament
Chapter 17 "You… have… awakened… me," Keeper rasped, his voice a symphony of grinding gears and static. "You… have… awakened… the… tide."
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a month ago in Horror