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Footage so horrific, you wish it'd stayed hidden; discover found footage depicting horror in real-life, from eerie forest encounters to cemetery dwellers to paranormal activity and more.

The Whisper Game
Okay, so imagine I’m sitting next to you on a rainy night, and I tell you this: “There’s a game kids in Japan used to play. You summon a ghost by whispering her name. If you do it wrong... she whispers back.”
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
The Best Horror Books of All Time – The House That Eats You
Okay, sit tight, this is a true what-did-I-just-read kind of horror story. So—there’s this stylish, confident young woman named Noemí Taboada. She lives in Mexico City in the 1950s. Think rich dresses, parties, jazz music—super glamorous, right?
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
Last Minute of the World
The sky had never looked like that before. It wasn’t just the color—a bleeding red smeared across the heavens like an old wound reopened—but the way it hung heavy, as if the air itself was tired of holding up existence. The clocks had stopped ticking. The satellites had fallen. And the world… waited.
By TrueVocal7 months ago in Horror
Dead Bodies, Alive Minds
Buried deep within the frozen arms of the Arctic Circle, nestled between jagged mountains and vast white silence, stood a military research outpost known only as Sparrow Station. It didn’t appear on any civilian maps. Access was restricted. Purpose? Classified. The only whispers said it was a biomedical facility something about “resilience experiments.”
By Maya7 months ago in Horror
The Red Eyes at Midnight
“The Red Eyes at Midnight” by Ali Asad Ullah There are moments in life that don’t just haunt your memory—they consume it. For me, it was the red eyes. I saw them when I was sixteen, and I’ve never been the same since. I grew up in a small, remote village surrounded by endless wheat fields and dense forests. Our home was modest, and the nights were so quiet and dark that you could hear your own heartbeat. There were no streetlights, no passing cars, just the thick presence of nature and shadows. And stories. My grandmother, a deeply spiritual woman, used to tell me tales of djinns, cursed places, and the one legend that chilled me the most—the red eyes that appeared at midnight.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
"I Found a Hidden Room in My House"
I Found a Hidden Room in My House I never expected to inherit anything from my great-uncle. He was the kind of relative you heard about only at funerals—quiet, distant, strange. When he passed away in 2022, I received a letter from his lawyer informing me that I’d inherited his house. No explanation, just a key and an address scribbled on thick parchment.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
My Favorite Short Scary Stories
My Favorite Short Scary Stories By: Zoea Marland, Class 12 There’s nothing I enjoy more than a good scary story—the adrenaline rush, the sudden chill down your spine, and that irresistible suspense that makes your heart race. If you know me, you know that I live for eerie tales, especially the kind you share during a late-night sleepover, flashlight in hand and blankets pulled up to your chin.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
Season 2 : The Hollowing: How a Village’s Children Became Vessels for Something Older
Chapter 9: The Child Who Could Not Dream April 6th, 1982 – 3:03 AM The orphanage slept. Every window now blacked out, as though reality itself had stopped reflecting. The clocks had ceased ticking, and in every room .... even in the staff quarters .... mouths twitched silently in shared torment.
By Tales That Breathe at Night7 months ago in Horror
The Girl in the Window
It all started with a boy named Ravi. He was 12, quiet, loved drawing, and had just moved into a very old house with his parents in a small village. The house had peeling wallpaper, creaky wooden floors, and—this is important—a single narrow window in his bedroom, facing the woods behind the house.
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
When the Walls Start Whispering
I. Introduction Elena sat alone in the car, engine idling, staring at the cottage as rain misted the windshield. The GPS had stopped working ten miles back, and her phone clung to its last bar of reception. But she was here. At the edge of town. Far enough from memory, from noise, from the version of herself she no longer recognized.
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Horror
The Jinn Whose Shadow Visited My Roof Every Night
It started with footsteps—soft, steady, and unmistakably human. Every night, around 2:30 a.m., I would hear them walking slowly across the roof of our house. One step at a time. Then a pause. Then another. It sounded like someone was pacing—back and forth, back and forth.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Girl Lost in the Woods Who Was Not Human
I was 26 when I moved into my grandfather’s old cabin deep in the northern forests. It was the kind of place people forgot, surrounded by thick pine trees and silence so pure, you could hear your heartbeat. I wanted to escape the noise of the city, the suffocation of people, and just... exist.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror