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The Rest Stop
There was only one rule: don't open the door. It was unorthodoxed, the detour from the highway, landed me at a rest stop. It was dark, except for the door leading into the main building, and it had a light on and what appeared to be statues on the window sills.
By Gregory Paytonabout a year ago in Horror
Door Of War. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don't open the door. It was October 31st, the night of Halloween. I thought my friends were joking when they told me not to open it, because tonight was the night when friends played spooky jokes on each other, so unknown to them, I opened it anyway.
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Horror
Scary stories :“When They Stole My Face: The Nightmare of a Man Without an Identity”
I wake up to the sound of rain tapping against the windows of the small studio apartment in Portland that I share with my wife, Amber. The faint smell of coffee grounds and mildew lingers in the air, along with a sour tang I can't place, but it turns my stomach. My phone lies dead beside me on the nightstand—strange, I could’ve sworn I plugged it in last night. I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and the ache in my muscles feels deeper than it should, like I’ve been lying still for days. Yesterday's clothes cling to my skin with the stale scent of sweat, as if I’ve worn them for too long. The clock reads 10:42 a.m. I never sleep this late on a weekday. A cold dread creeps in as I stumble out of bed. My car keys aren’t on the hook by the door, and my laptop is missing from the desk. I shuffle towards the kitchen, every step heavy as though my body’s forgotten how to move. As I round the corner, I see our dog, Baxter, standing stiff in the middle of the room. His tail is low, hackles raised, lips curled back to show his teeth in a way I’ve never seen before.
By atamna youssouefabout a year ago in Horror
Heirloom
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Well…that’s stupid, Alexander scoffed. Now, I gotta open it! He stood before the large door wrapped tightly in chains and partly covered in cinder blocks. No noises could be heard on the other side when he put his ear up to it --- only a dusty silence. Some of the cinder blocks had been pushed out from the door previously, perhaps by the fabled monster inside, but Alexander figured that was a prank pulled by other kids years ago.
By Jackie Barrowsabout a year ago in Horror
The Game. Top Story - October 2024. Content Warning.
My head throbs. As my senses begin to return, I realize I'm intensely cold - and I smell something burning. Not wood; more like – yes, like meat. A shudder overtakes me and I realize I'm naked, and somehow suspended, hanging by bound wrists, but my feet are flat on something. What the fuck?
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Horror
