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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 Rewound Hours
Arthur was a creature of habit, especially since Eleanor passed. The house, big and empty, his anchor. One Tuesday, in the attic's dusty gloom, he found it: a forgotten grandfather clock. Blackened oak, intricate carvings. Eleanor had called it "too morbid." Now, it was a silent sentinel, its face a cracked porcelain blank. He dragged it down, a project to fill the quiet.
By HAADI18 days ago in Horror
When the Chainsaw Was Born in Blood
Have you ever woken up in the dead of night, heart pounding, convinced something's just... off? Like the air's too still, or there's a shadow where there shouldn't be? Yeah, that gut-twisting moment hit me hard the other day when I stumbled across this old video from MrBallen-the guy who spins those strange, dark tales that stick with you long after the screen goes black. It got me thinking about how real life can out-creep any ghost story. You know, the kind of stuff that makes you double-check your locks. So, buckle up; I'm about to unpack three wild, true accounts from that vid, each one weirder and more unsettling than the last. Let's dive in, shall we?
By KWAO LEARNER WINFRED23 days ago in Horror
December 25th Repeats
I wake up to bells. Not church bells—those stopped ringing years ago—but the cheap electronic chime of my alarm clock playing a distorted version of “Jingle Bells.” The sound drills straight into my skull. My eyes open before I can stop them.
By Modhilraj23 days ago in Horror
The Carol That Knows Your Name
The first time it happened, I thought I was mishearing it. Christmas Eve had settled into the apartment like dust—quiet, soft, unavoidable. Outside, the city glowed in muted colors, strings of lights blinking in tired rhythms, as if even joy needed rest. I sat alone at the small kitchen table with a cup of reheated coffee, the radio murmuring to fill the silence. I always kept it on during holidays. Silence had a way of remembering things I tried not to.
By Modhilraj23 days ago in Horror
The Night No One Heard the Screams: A Haunting Story of Silence, Shadows, and the Questions That Still Linger
Introduction: When Silence Became the Loudest Witness Some nights slip quietly into history, leaving no trace beyond a date on a calendar. Others linger, heavy with unanswered questions and a silence so deep it feels deliberate. The Night No One Heard the Screams belongs to the second kind. It’s a phrase that chills the spine because it suggests something went terribly wrong—yet nothing stopped it. No neighbors called. No alarms rang. No sirens broke the darkness in time.
By X Crime24 days ago in Horror
One Last Dewdrop
October 13.Toronto, Canada. I am a PhD student, far from home, far from comfort. To save money, I live in a shared apartment. My room is small, just a bed, a desk, and a window that looks at another building. I share the flat with a Canadian woman. She works in a shop somewhere in Ontario, not too far from Toronto. We don’t talk much. Just polite smiles, short hellos, nothing more.
By Evxian Zx25 days ago in Horror
The Snow That Knows Your Name. AI-Generated.
The first snow fell too early that year. In Hollowridge, winter was expected to arrive slowly — teasing the town with frost before committing. But this time, it came overnight. By morning, rooftops were buried, roads erased, and the forest surrounding the town stood frozen in a thick white silence.
By shakir hamid25 days ago in Horror
The Echoing Asylum of Silaos: Where the Patients Never Left | SEASON 1
Chapter 1 ARCHIVAL NOTES: Case File #73-B, The Silaos Exorcisms. Location: Silaos Asylum, Silaos, Argentina. Date: Winter, 1978.
By Tales That Breathe at Night26 days ago in Horror
THE HONG KONG "PHUNG TY" CASE
Behind the urban splendor of Hong Kong, dark and sinister underbelly persists. Here, a group of women known as "Phung Ty" operate outside the law, engaging in the business of selling incense and Buddhist offerings. "Phung Ty" in Hong Kong isn't a single individual's name, but a general term for women practicing this profession.
By HieuDinh30 days ago in Horror
SEASON FINALE - Whispers from the Lantern: The Keeper's Lament
Chapter 17 "You… have… awakened… me," Keeper rasped, his voice a symphony of grinding gears and static. "You… have… awakened… the… tide."
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a month ago in Horror
The Secret Tunnel Beneath the Town That Everyone Pretended Didn’t Exist
Some towns hide scandals. Some hide tragedies. Eldham hid something older—something no one alive wanted to talk about. Travelers always felt it the moment they arrived. The town had friendly faces, warm lights, and welcoming porches, but a certain street—Crescent Lane—felt colder than the rest, like a part of Eldham had been frozen in time.
By The Insight Ledger about a month ago in Horror
Eyes in the Walls Watched Her Sleep
The Night the House First Looked at Me I was eleven years old the first time I realized the house was watching me. It wasn’t a ghostly figure at the foot of my bed. No shadowy woman in white. No bloody handprints or heavy footsteps in the hallway.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Horror