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The Forbidden Door: A Tale of Secrets and Shadows. AI-Generated.
It was a simple rule, etched into the worn wood above the heavy oak door. Yet, for the young man, it held an irresistible allure. The room beyond was shrouded in darkness, its secrets tantalizingly out of reach. Curiosity gnawed at him, a persistent itch he couldn't scratch.
By James Smithabout a year ago in Horror
Embarrassing Secret
It was a creature of chaos, a devotee of disorder, a purveyor of peril. It was an instigator of insanity. It was older than dirt, tougher than nails, bad to the bone, ugly as sin, a bald-faced liar with a checkered past— to be avoided like the plague. Bent out of shape, a fearsome force to be reckoned with, It was unstoppable, unkillable, unfathomable. It still trafficked in the physical, however...
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Horror
One Rule, One Way
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Devina looked at her watch. It didn’t matter. The door would not open at exactly two o’clock like the brochure had announced. She sighed. The room had a chair and a table and a toilet and sink. A metal mirror allowed her to see her visage. She had strong cheekbones and icy green-gray eyes. All of her thirty years had led to this point. She had enough rations and care products to last her another thirty years. That didn’t prevent her from being lonely, forlorn, and dejected.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Horror
The Forging of Nightmares
There is a village called Hollowbrook, a place where sunlight never truly breaks through the perpetual gloom. Mist slithers through the cobbled streets, wrapping every home in a cold embrace, and the wind carries whispers of things best left forgotten. Hollowbrook had been cursed for centuries, haunted not by demons from distant lands but by the shadows born from its own darkness. The curse was not an accident—it was carefully crafted by hands once innocent, hearts once pure.
By Abdullah Khanabout a year ago in Horror
THE LAST TRAIN AT 11PM
**The Last Train at 11 PM** The night was draped in a heavy fog, thick enough to swallow sound and sight. The clock on the station wall ticked toward 11 PM, its monotonous rhythm underscoring the stillness of the nearly deserted platform. Clara stood shivering slightly, her breath forming small clouds in the chilly air. She glanced at her watch, anxious for the arrival of the last train.
By Daniel Samabout a year ago in Horror
What Lies Within
There was only one rule: don’t open the door, and yet for decades, this plagued the curious boy. On the day of his parents passing, he was alone, scared, and frightened. Nobody had prepared him for this. He asked his parents why they aged while he didn’t, and the answer was always the same, some things are better kept a secret.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Horror
