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Knock Knock
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. I was freshly into my twenties and the little house on top of the hill was calling me. The big kitchen with the amazing counter space, the nice fenced in yard, and the beautiful wrap around porch were the main selling points for me. I recently came into money from a loss in the family and I had just the right amount for the asking price, lucky for me I was the only one who placed an offer! After signing all the proper paperwork, I met with the sellers at the home for the keys. As they showed me around, they made it VERY clear if I heard strange noises from the extra room in the basement, not to open the door.
By Lauren Shelbyabout a year ago in Horror
White with RED
A man just moved into a loft and heads to the secretary to get his keys. The secretary gave him the key happily yet cautions him not to upset the entryway with no number on his floor. He asked why however didn't even try to ask, he was excessively occupied with his new condo to mind. After he was done with unloading he started to get inquisitive. He addressed why the assistant would caution him of things like this, thus he got out of his loft to look at the entryway with no number.
By Usman Zafarabout a year ago in Horror
Halloween movies franchise: from the worst to the best. AI-Generated.
We are in Halloween season and horror genre lovers know that we must watch the entire saga of Halloween movies to fully enjoy this time of the year, so I asked the AI to order the movies of this franchise from the worst to the best. The truth is that the result is great and many horror lovers will agree with this perspective.
By Ninfa Galeanoabout a year ago in Horror
A Halloween Never To Forget . Content Warning.
It was Halloween night, and the wind howled through the aged trees surrounding the quaint little town of Eldridge. The air was tinged with the sweet scent of fallen leaves, but an undercurrent of dread hung heavily as Sarah and her friends gathered at the edge of town. The moon hung low in the sky, casting silver beams that danced through the branches like ethereal fingers reaching for the ground below. It was a night perfect for ghost stories, for spine-tingling thrills, and for the audacious venture they were about to embark upon.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Horror
Cursed
Curses. They've been around for centuries. But are they really real or can the be explained away? King Tut’s Curse. King Tut’s final resting place was discovered in February 1923. Some claim that there was an inscription at the entrance that read, “Death comes on wings to he who enters the tomb of a pharaoh.” Just two months later, the team’s sponsor died from a bacterial infection. Others connected to the expedition died through the years as well. However, there are some reasonable explanations. The sponsor isn’t the only one who died from something bacterial. There was evidence of different fungus, molds, and other things that can cause illness in the tomb. There were some who also died in unrelated events - cancer, car accidents, things like that. Polish King’s Tomb. 1973 came with another cursed tomb. A group of archaeologists found Polish king Casimir IV Jagiellon in Krakow. With King Tut’s discovery just 50 years prior with the finding of many other Egyptian tombs, curses were still in the forefront of their minds. So the archaeologists had joked that they would be cursed upon opening the tomb. Soon after the opening, people connected to the excavation started dying. Many said it was due to a curse, but much like King Tut, there is a reasonable explanation. Upon further investigation, there was evidence of a deadly fungus that can cause lung cancer when breathed in. The Curse of Tippecanoe. AKA the 20 Year Curse or even Tecumseh’s Curse. This one affected US presidents, specifically all presidents between William Henry Harrison and John F. Kennedy (including those two). Each president from Harrison to Kennedy had died somehow, someway while in office every 20 years. I do want to acknowledge that the only president to not fall into this pattern was Zachary Taylor, who was elected in 1848 and died in 1850. Harrison was the first to fall victim. After all, he was the president when the US army went into battle against the Shawnee tribe. The chief at the time of the Battle of Tippecanoe was Chief Temcumseh. Harrison died of pneumonia. Abraham Lincoln (elected in 1860 and 1864) was the next, who was assassinated while watching a play. Then came James Garfield (elected in 1880), who was assassinated while he was on his way to a Williams College reunion. William McKinley (elected in 1900) was shot twice at point-blank while in line at the Pan-American Exposition. After that was Warren G. Harding (elected in 1920) who got sick while on a cross country tour. It’s said that he died of a heart attack, but no autopsy was conducted. Franklin D. Roosevelt (elected in 1932, 1936, 1940, and 1944) had suffered from a massive cerebral hemorrhage. And finally, the last official victim of the curse was JFK (elected in 1960) who was assassinated. There are arguably two others who some people count as victims: Ronald Reagan (elected in 1980) and George W. Bush (elected in 2000). They both had assassination attempts, but neither died while in office. In fact, Bush is still alive and kicking. All of them can be explained away in some fashion. For example, Abe Lincoln was president during the American Civil War, so of course there would be people who didn't like how he was handling it, and anybody could suffer from a hemorrhage like FDR. The Little Bastard. Famous actor James Dean had a silver Porsche 550 Spyder that he named the “Little Bastard.” It was well known that he absolutely loved that vehicle. Dean was driving in the car on September 30, 1955 when he was stuck by an oncoming vehicle. This accident caused his death. George Barris, a hot rod designer, ended up purchasing the Little Bastard with the plan of fixing it. When he was doing a tune up, the car fell and broke both of his legs. It seems as though George came out of the whole instance otherwise unscathed. From here, the reports of those affected by this alleged curse get a little… iffy. Two doctors apparently bought the engine and transmission. They were then in car accidents that then killed or seriously injured them, but there’s no proof that these instances happened in the car that had Little Bastard’s parts. Another person had purchased the tires, which ended up blowing simultaneously and sent the person to the hospital. All of these freak accidents can be dismissed as just that -- freak accidents. Kennedy Curse. I feel like it wouldn’t be right if I was telling you about curses and didn’t bring this one up. Which means, yes, JFK is a part of two curses. While the most reasonable and logical explanation when it comes to this curse is just the fact that the family is tragically unlucky, with the amount of deaths people see the family as being cursed. It started with JFK’s brother and sister, Joseph Jr and Kathleen. They both died in two separate plane crashes in 1944 and 1948 respectively. The next person is JFK, himself, when (like mentioned earlier) he was assassinated in 1963. Robert followed just five years later and was assassinated. Ted Kennedy was the lucky one, you could say. He survived two different accidents. The first was a plane crash in 1964. Then in 1969, Ted was driving with his partner Mary Jo Kopechne when the car went off the cliff. Mary Jo unfortunately did not survive the crash. Robert sadly lost both of his sons. David died of a drug overdose in 1984 and Michael lost his life in 1997 in a skiing accident. While this isn’t all, it gets the point across. St. Anne’s Well. In 2016, archaeologists uncovered a well in Liverpool that was said to be cursed. St. Anne was also Virgin Mary’s mother and was often associated with healing wells. There was even a cult surrounding this saint. According to the story, it is said that Anne bathed in the well that was uncovered. This well was known for treating eye and skin diseases. During the 16th century, there was a dispute over the ownership of the well between Father Delwaney and Hugh Darcy. Both said they had ownership of the well. Delwaney was in charge of the priory who tended to the well while Darcy owned land. Darcy claimed that Delwaney would not have access to the well for much longer, and he was right. King Henry VIII’s men seized both the priory and the well. Just before he fell over dead, Delwaney cursed Darcy. Within the next three months, Darcy’s son came down with a mysterious illness and died while Darcy himself suffered from financial loss. A year and a day later Hugh Darcy was found dead at the bottom of the well with his head crushed in. Much like the Kennedy family, this can be explained as just a tragic family story. When it comes to the financial loss and Darcy's own death, it can also just be someone who let a curse get to their head and that lead to what happened.
By Micah Jamesabout a year ago in Horror
Talking With Coél Mahal from ‘Restitution’
In this edition of Talking With focuses on Coél Mahal, who stars as the vengeful badass in the new horror film ‘Restitution,’ from Ninth House Films and Terror Films Releasing and available now on major streamers including Amazon, Tubi TV, Apple TV, Chilling, and Kings of Horror.
By FierceScribeabout a year ago in Horror
The Horro
A dark night can inspire various feelings depending upon the conditions. It may be tranquil and peaceful, or it can fill us with an agitating feeling of fear. When joined with components of frightfulness, the climate of a dull night turns into the ideal setting for a spine-chilling encounter. Whether you are distant from everyone else in an unfilled house, out in the forest, or just lying in bed, the sensation of disquiet can develop with each squeak, shadow, or whirlwind. Here is a vivid story of how one could face such an evening, engaging both outside fears and inward nerves.
By nadia khanomabout a year ago in Horror
The Shadow in the Mirror
It started on a humid, rain-soaked evening. Ananya was alone in her apartment, nestled on the fourth floor of an aging building in the heart of the city. The dull, flickering light of the streetlamp outside seeped into her living room, casting long shadows that swayed gently with the wind. She was used to solitude, found solace in it even, but tonight felt different. The air was thick, not just with humidity but with something unspoken, something lurking.Ananya had recently moved in after breaking up with her longtime boyfriend, Kunal. She needed space, a fresh start. The apartment was a bit run-down, but it was hers. She had filled it with cozy furniture, books, and soft lights that brought comfort. Yet, since the move, she had been having strange dreams—dreams of a shadowy figure that stood silently in the corner of her room, watching her. She always woke up drenched in sweat, heart pounding, but she could never quite remember the figure’s face. Or if it had one.On this particular night, she tried to shake off the feeling of unease by distracting herself. She stood in front of her large bathroom mirror, brushing her hair. As the brush moved through the strands, she noticed something strange in her reflection—something fleeting, just at the edge of her vision. A shadow, darker than the dim room around her, seemed to shift behind her, near the doorway.Ananya froze. She turned her head to look directly behind her, but there was nothing. Her heart raced, her fingers tightening around the brush. "Just tired," she muttered to herself, forcing a nervous laugh. She had been working long hours and barely sleeping. That had to be it.She took a deep breath and returned her focus to the mirror, but her stomach dropped as she saw the shadow again—this time, closer, standing directly behind her reflection. It was a tall, slender shape, almost blending into the darkness of the room, but unmistakable. Her body turned cold with terror.Slowly, she spun around again. Nothing. No one was there.Her breath came out in short gasps, her chest tight with panic. Her trembling hand reached for her phone on the sink, but when she turned back to the mirror, the figure was gone. The room was empty again, except for her and her reflection.She quickly exited the bathroom, the brush still in her hand, her mind racing. She paced around the living room, trying to calm herself down. "I'm seeing things," she whispered. "It's not real."But she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, as though the shadow had followed her. Every creak of the floor, every whisper of the wind against the windows made her jump. Hours passed, but sleep would not come. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her body tense.Around 3 a.m., she heard a sound. It was faint, like someone softly humming, but it was unmistakable. Ananya sat up, straining to hear. The sound was coming from the bathroom. The door was ajar, and beyond it, the darkness seemed alive.Fear gripped her, but something else pulled her toward the sound—a morbid curiosity, a need to confront whatever this was. She stood, legs shaky, and moved toward the bathroom door. The humming grew louder, more distinct, almost melodic. She pushed the door open fully.The bathroom was as she had left it, except for one thing—the mirror. The surface, once clear, now rippled as though it were made of water, and within it, the shadow stood. It was no longer just a vague figure in the background. It was right there, its outline sharp against the swirling, inky depths of the mirror.Ananya's mouth went dry. She wanted to run, to scream, but her legs felt like lead. She was trapped in place, staring at the thing that was now stepping out of the mirror. It moved slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every moment. Its face—or what passed for a face—was featureless, just a smooth, dark void. But its presence was suffocating, filling the room with an unnatural cold.The shadow extended a hand toward her, long fingers curling in the air, and Ananya’s mind screamed for her to move. But she couldn’t. It touched her cheek, and the sensation was ice-cold, like death itself. Her breath hitched in her throat, and as the shadow’s hand slid to her neck, squeezing gently, she gasped.In that moment, something deep inside her snapped. With every ounce of willpower, she pulled away, stumbling backward and knocking over a small table. The shadow recoiled, retreating back into the mirror as though it had been wounded. The surface of the glass rippled again, and then it was still. The humming stopped.Ananya ran out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She grabbed her phone and called the only person she could think of—Kunal. Her voice trembled as she explained what had happened, and to her surprise, he believed her. He had always known she had a connection to things beyond the ordinary, things she didn’t like to talk about.He promised to come over immediately.When Kunal arrived, the first rays of dawn were creeping through the windows, bathing the apartment in a pale light. Ananya threw herself into his arms, trembling. “It’s in the mirror,” she whispered. “I saw it.”Kunal nodded, his expression grim. He had brought a small bundle with him—items his grandmother had given him, things meant to ward off spirits. They worked together, carefully placing protective charms around the apartment and especially around the bathroom.But as they finished, Kunal glanced at the mirror. For a moment, his face went pale, eyes wide with fear. Ananya followed his gaze, and her heart dropped. There, in the reflection, was not the shadow—but her.Except, the Ananya in the mirror smiled back at them, cold and cruel. And in her hand, she held the same brush Ananya had dropped hours ago.
By Deepak Jaatabout a year ago in Horror
