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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.

I Never Thought This Would Happen... Until It Did
The old house stood on a small hill, a bit away from the town. It had been in my family for years. To me, it was just a place we visited sometimes. A place with old furniture, a big garden, and lots of memories. I never thought anything truly special would happen there. I was wrong.My name is Maya, and I've always been more of a city person. I love the busy streets, the tall buildings, and the feeling that something exciting is always about to happen. The old house felt... quiet. Too quiet.My grandmother, Elara, lived in the house. She was a kind woman with a warm smile and a love for stories. Every time we visited, she would tell us tales of the past, of our family, and of the house itself.
By professor9 months ago in Horror
My Grandmother’s Voodoo Doll Collection Came with Instructions"
My Grandmother’s Voodoo Doll Collection Came with Instructions" The first rule was written in faded red ink: "Never use the black thread."
By Wiki Rjm9 months ago in Horror
Stalk, Slice, Bludgeon: How ‘Femgore’ Is Reinventing
A new wave of horror fiction is slicing through the literary world—one that doesn’t shy away from gore, rage, or revenge. Dubbed “femgore,” this genre-bending subcategory of horror centers on stories written by women, often about women, who stalk, slash, dismember, and devour—not as victims, but as perpetrators. This brutal, body-centric storytelling is not only disrupting long-held tropes in horror fiction but is also carving out space for women’s rage, trauma, and power in ways previously unseen.
By Md Soriful Islam9 months ago in Horror
"The young man's oath at the coffin". Content Warning.
"The young man's oath at the coffin" A rainy night in the funeral season The sound of thunder echoed the pain in the heart of "Jimy", a young man who stood still in front of the coffin of a young woman who was like the last breath of his life.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Horror
She Crawls at Midnight: The Blood-Chilling Truth Behind Japan’s Most Terrifying Urban Legend. Content Warning.
They say if you hear a sharp, dragging sound in the dead of night—teke... teke... teke...—you should run. But chances are, it's already too late.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Horror
Mysterious Red Sari Spirit & Haunted Tamarind Tree
The incident happened with his elder uncle, but at the request of Tapas Bhai, we are keeping his elder uncle’s name confidential. The time frame of this incident was around 1994 or 1995. During that period, the Bila (wetland) would have a lot of water in the rainy season. One day, Tapas Bhai’s uncle brought a kind of item made from palm leaves, called “Kunda” in the village language. He had gone to cut grass and also to collect Kachuri leaves and similar things for the cows’ feed. While bringing back those things for feeding the cows, there is a place near Baktarpur Bila. This place is, well, how should I put it, an area with trees, a homestead-like place. There stands a Hijal tree there. When his uncle was returning, he sat down under that Hijal tree to rest for a while. While resting absentmindedly, he broke a branch off that Hijal tree. After resting, he normally returned home. Once home, he fed the cows the grass and Kachuri leaves he had collected. Everything seemed fine, but that very night, the uncle suddenly started acting mad. He began speaking incoherently, did not want to stay indoors, and left the house. He scolded his family members and spoke nonsense to everyone. No one was able to hold him back—one person alone couldn’t restrain him, and even many together could not. He left the house. The uncle felt as if something had possessed or affected him in a bad way. When that negative force acted upon him, he felt as if someone was sitting on him, his chest became heavy, and it felt like a heavy stone was placed on his chest. He could hardly speak properly. This problem lasted similarly for about five to six days and then went away. He became completely normal, and everything—his words, behavior, and actions—were perfectly fine. About a month after this incident, the problem started again. One day, suddenly, the uncle couldn’t be found anywhere. No one could find him, and everyone started searching all around for him.
By Lily9 months ago in Horror
The House That Ate the Wind
“Where the breeze once whispered secrets, now silence screams.” Chapter I. The Windmill Hill In the remote countryside of southern France, near a forgotten hamlet called Vieux-Corbeau, stands a crumbling house on a hill—one the locals only refer to in hushed tones as La Maison du Vent. The House of the Wind.
By Tales That Breathe at Night9 months ago in Horror
She's Still Waiting. Content Warning.
''She is still waiting… at the end of the rice field'' At the end of a vast rice field in a remote village, there was a large old tree standing alone amidst the silence. Under its shade was once a shelter for a young woman named ''Buapan'' whose husband named ''Ai Plan'' was conscripted into the army when the country was torn apart during the war between the nations.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Horror
The Man in Apartment 3B
I’ve always had a habit of noticing things I’m not supposed to. Little things. A light that flickers at the same time every night. A song playing from a window that hasn’t been opened in years. A shadow moving just a second too slow.
By Article Writer Ridoy9 months ago in Horror
Mysterious story of ghost wells | Real Horror Story . AI-Generated.
"Kusumpur", a small village in Rajasthan, had a very old well, which was deserted for years. People used to say that this well is cursed. No one goes to that well at night, because there are strange sounds from there. Sometimes a woman's scream, sometimes a child's groan.
By Horror best kahani9 months ago in Horror
Briar Hollow's
There was a house in the forest behind our city. Everyone called it Hollow. No one knew who built it or why it remained. He said it was cursed. The family had lived there once and disappeared overnight. Something awful was left.
By Prottasha Alam10 months ago in Horror
"The Last Message Before Midnight" . Content Warning.
It all started with a text message. 11:47 PM. Buzz. One notification. One sentence. "Don’t let midnight come, or it all resets."
By Shawn kelly10 months ago in Horror