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The Forgotten Town. AI-Generated.
It was supposed to be just another weekend adventure. Lisa, Mark, Claire, and Josh had always enjoyed exploring the countryside. They had visited many old towns, took hikes through the woods, and shared countless laughs. This time, however, their journey would take them somewhere they had never expected.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASHabout a year ago in Horror
The Mirror's Reflection. AI-Generated.
Catherine had always loved her room. It was cozy, with warm sunlight streaming through the windows and a soft, cushioned chair by her desk where she often sat to do her homework. The only thing that bothered her, ever so slightly, was the tall, antique mirror that stood in the corner. It had been there since they moved into the house, a gift from the previous owners who claimed it was over a hundred years old. Catherine wasn’t sure if she liked the mirror. It was old, with a heavy wooden frame and slightly cloudy glass, as though time had left its mark on it. Still, she rarely thought much about it—until recently.
By MD TOUHID HASAN AKASHabout a year ago in Horror
The Whispers in the Walls
It was an old house, tucked away at the end of a forgotten road, surrounded by overgrown woods that seemed to twist and stretch in unnatural ways. When Emily and her family moved in, the locals warned them that no one had lived there for more than a year before leaving. People whispered about the house being "cursed," but Emily’s parents didn’t believe in ghosts, and she tried not to either. After all, they had gotten the house for a great price. What could be wrong with that?The first few nights were quiet, save for the creaking of the wooden floors and the howling wind rattling the windows. But then Emily began to hear something. Late at night, when the rest of her family was fast asleep, there was a faint sound—soft whispers, barely audible, but undeniably there. It wasn’t the wind, and it wasn’t the house settling. The whispers seemed to come from within the walls.One night, unable to ignore it any longer, she pressed her ear against the cold plaster of her bedroom wall. The whispers grew louder, clearer, and she could make out fragments of words: "Help us… don’t leave… he’s coming…"Terrified, she ran to her parents, but they dismissed her fear, chalking it up to her imagination. Frustrated, Emily decided to investigate on her own. The next day, she explored the house’s attic, a dark and dusty place filled with forgotten relics of the past. There, she found an old journal, brittle and yellowed with age. The journal belonged to a woman named Margaret, who had lived in the house decades ago with her husband and children.The entries started off mundane, but as Emily flipped through the pages, the tone changed. Margaret began to write about her husband, how he had become obsessed with something hidden in the walls—something ancient and malevolent. The last few pages were frantic scrawls of fear: "He’s trying to keep them quiet… the voices… they won’t stop. He won’t stop… he’s part of it now…"That night, the whispers returned, louder than ever, filling Emily's room. But this time, they weren’t just whispers. There were other sounds—scraping, scratching—like something trying to break free from within the walls. The air grew thick, heavy with the stench of decay.Suddenly, her bedroom door slammed shut, and she was plunged into darkness. The whispers turned into agonized screams, filling her ears, drowning out her thoughts. Something was moving in the shadows—something dark, looming, and twisted. It whispered her name, calling her closer.Terrified, Emily scrambled to the window, trying to escape, but the glass wouldn’t break. Behind her, she could feel the presence getting closer, the cold breath of something ancient against her neck. She turned to face it, and in the flicker of moonlight, she saw it—the twisted, decaying figure of a man, his eyes hollow, his mouth stretched into a grotesque grin."You shouldn’t have come here," he whispered, his voice blending with the screams from the walls. "You’re mine now… just like the others…"The next morning, Emily’s parents found her room empty. The bed was untouched, her belongings exactly where she had left them, but Emily was gone. No one ever saw her again.Years later, a new family moved in, unaware of the house's dark history. And once again, late at night, the whispers began…
By Salman Ahmedabout a year ago in Horror
The Curse of Wolfbane
Anya, a 24-year-old with long brown hair and sharp black eyes, was known for her intelligence and bravery. But there was another side to her—a side that preferred to laugh things off rather than face them head-on. Not that she’d ever admit it, but she was more afraid of losing the people she loved than of monsters or the dark. And right now, all she wanted was some uninterrupted time with her boyfriend, Levin.
By Sonu Jaiswalabout a year ago in Horror
Bloody Scary Living Graveyard:
The villagers feared to pass by this cemetery. No one passing by this cemetery returned. Deep into the forest there was a small isolated village where so horrific was a standing graveyard that even the bravest souls feared pronouncing its name. Known only by its dreaded, terrible name: the Cursed Cemetery of the Forgotten, it was a location of such evil energy that no one ever considered it worth discussing. This graveyard sat at the edge of a village- severed from town by an even darker forest so impenetrable and ominous that with every step closer to the graveyard, it would seem to thicken and grow more ominous. Its reputation had been wrapped in dark lore and passed on from generation to generation. The villagers believed that the cemetery was cursed; the place was said to be the one where spirits couldn't move on with their afterlives in peace, tortured forever and ever. The other version of the stories told how the cemetery was built on some old, unholy ground, where spirits, wronged in life, wandered there endlessly searching for revenge on the living. Always the village elders would caution the young and foolish not to wander close to the cemetery after dark. "The dead do not sleep there," they would say, their voices trembling with fear. "And those who disturb them will pay with their lives." These warnings were, however, heeded by the villagers, for stories of the cemetery were indeed true and actual events that had stamped permanent marks on the village. There was once a few young men not believing in old curses became bold and challenged the legend of the curse. Nothing more than stiff prelude filled their heads with claims of superstitious lies. A group of them then dared themselves to come into the cemetery on a dark night and upon approaching the grave, had no weapons with them except for some lanterns and courage. They never came back. They searched for them in the village for days, but there is never any trace. The families were broken and the village fell into mourning because it lost those young men and women who fell to that dark power of the cemetery. From then onwards, they kept away completely from the cemetery and considered it as a forbidden zone.
By Jam Shaikhabout a year ago in Horror
The Haunted Blackboard
It was an ordinary autumn afternoon at Ridgeway High School. The bell rang, echoing down the empty corridors as students shuffled out of their classrooms, eager to escape the monotony of another day of lessons. For most students, this was a time to head home, meet friends, or indulge in after-school activities. But for me, it was detention.
By nadia khanomabout a year ago in Horror
Halloween
The breeze yelled through the skeletal trees, their branches tapping like hard fingers against windows. Dead leaves skittered across the obscured roads of Hollow brook, the town famous for having the most spooky history in the area. A weighty haze gripped the ground, winding its direction through the headstones of the old graveyard at the edge of town. The moon, covered in thick mists, cast frightful shadows across the scene.
By nadia khanomabout a year ago in Horror
Terrifier 3 Review: Art the Clown Returns Even Nastier in Damien Leone’s Best Film Yet
The third installment in the "Terrifier" franchise, Terrifier 3, directed by Damien Leone, brings back Art the Clown, played by David Howard Thornton, in a brutal and festive sequel. This time, the horrors unfold against the backdrop of Christmas, where the familiar mix of slasher antics and supernatural elements keep the audience on edge. Terrifier 3 stays true to its core formula of splatter-filled gore, but with an added layer of twisted holiday cheer, making it Leone’s strongest film in the series so far.
By Black Roseabout a year ago in Horror
The Swing That Never Stops Moving 🛑🌙. AI-Generated.
The Swing out a swing set at dusk. The sky turns a deep orange, shadows grow longer, and an unsettling chill fills the air. But what happens when an empty swing begins to move all on its own? 🌫️🎠
By Miniwood Studio Horror Stories about a year ago in Horror
