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Get into the Halloween spirit; all about trick or treating, spooky costumes, Halloween decorations and haunted houses for October 31st and all year round.
The House That Moves. AI-Generated.
The Reynolds family was excited when they found their new house. It was an old, two-story home with a big porch, surrounded by trees. Mr. Reynolds, his wife, and their two children, Emma and Max, moved in on a bright Saturday morning. The air was crisp, and everything felt fresh and full of possibility. The house stood at the end of a long driveway, far from the noise of the city, just what they wanted.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASHabout a year ago in Horror
The Entity in the Attic. AI-Generated.
It was late autumn when the strange sounds began. The wind howled outside the old house, leaves rustling across the yard like whispers in the night. Jess Parker, a sixteen-year-old girl with a love for mysteries, had just moved into the creaky, two-story house with her parents. The house had been in their family for generations, but it had stood empty for years. Jess didn’t mind its age, and she didn’t mind the drafty windows or the groaning floorboards. It gave the house character.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASHabout a year ago in Horror
Buried Alive. AI-Generated.
Deep in the mountains, a group of treasure hunters stood at the entrance of a dark cave. The leader, Max, held up an old map. “This is it, everyone,” he said, his voice full of excitement. “According to legend, there’s treasure hidden deep inside. It’s been untouched for centuries.”
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASHabout a year ago in Horror
The Burning Man. AI-Generated.
There was a small town called Hollow Creek, hidden deep within a forest. It was quiet, the kind of place where everyone knew each other, and life moved at a slow, peaceful pace. But there was one thing that haunted the town: a ghostly figure known as the Burning Man.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASHabout a year ago in Horror
The Cursed Necklace. AI-Generated.
Maya’s life had always felt small, as if she was meant for something bigger, something greater. At 16, she dreamed of excitement, adventure, and the kind of life people read about in books or saw in movies. She often wished for more than what her quiet little town had to offer. Her parents were loving but ordinary, her friends predictable, and her days repetitive. That all changed the day she found the necklace.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASHabout a year ago in Horror
Crowing Dawn
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Jeremy, Kayla, Royce, and I all looked at each other with concern. "Of course, Mrs. Swell. We won't open it." I said. Mrs. Swell was satisfied with my answer and finished her tour of the old church. I looked at Jeremy and Royce and urged them to continue filming.
By Desirae Anayaabout a year ago in Horror
The Vanishing Guests. AI-Generated.
In a quiet part of the countryside, there was a small bed and breakfast called “The Maple Lodge.” It was nestled between rolling hills and tall, whispering trees. The lodge promised peace and relaxation, with a charming porch, cozy rooms, and delicious home-cooked meals. Many travelers came to enjoy the fresh air and beautiful scenery, but something strange was happening at The Maple Lodge.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASHabout a year ago in Horror
The Possessed Painting. AI-Generated.
Olivia Hartley was a well-known artist in her small town. Her paintings were bold, full of life, and always seemed to tell a story. But her latest piece was different. It was a portrait of a woman, but the woman’s face looked strange—mysterious, almost as if she was hiding something. Olivia wasn’t sure why she painted it that way, but once she finished, something about the portrait made her uneasy. Still, she couldn’t put her finger on what bothered her.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASHabout a year ago in Horror
The Locked Door. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The rule dated back generations, to when the only actual buildings in the area were lean-to shacks, and the door was the most solid thing around. The buildings were stronger, now; stone and steel and concrete, but the old doors remained, ancient oak banded with iron.
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Horror
The Whispering Statue. AI-Generated.
When Sarah’s grandmother passed away, she left her a strange and heavy package. Inside the old, worn box was a statue—about two feet tall, made of dark stone. It looked ancient, with a face that was calm yet serious. The statue had deep-set eyes, a slightly open mouth, and its hands were folded in front as if it were guarding something important.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASHabout a year ago in Horror
