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How-tos for all things horror; tips and tricks to help you write like Stephen King, tell a scary story, keep the monsters at bay and more.
Avoid Going Under the Bed.
Hey, wanna hear something really creepy? I mean, not just spooky like a Halloween mask or a haunted house with fake ghosts. I mean something that will make you double-check under your bed tonight. And I promise I’ll tell it like a friend, not like one of those boring ghost stories your cousin reads with a flashlight. Okay? So grab a blanket, get comfy—but not too comfy. Because this story? It might make you sleep with the lights on.
By Lucien Hollow 7 months ago in Horror
The Last Voicemail
The Last Voicemail It was a cold October evening when the phone rang. I was curled up on the couch with a blanket over my shoulders, scrolling through photos of my brother, Sami, who had been missing for over a month. The police had done their job—or at least claimed they had—but the search had gone cold. No leads. No clues. Just an empty car found near the edge of Bear Ridge Forest and a few footprints in the mud that led nowhere. My parents were destroyed, barely functioning. And I—well, I still believed he was alive. I didn’t know how. I just did.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
The Hand That Reached From the Grave
The Hand That Reached From the Grave In a quiet village nestled among Pakistan’s ancient hills, there lived an old man named Saeen Murad. Known for his silence and strength, he worked as a grave digger at the local cemetery. For years, he had dug hundreds of graves — without fear, without question.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
Voices in the Walls
Voices in the Walls Based on true events When my wife and I first moved into the farmhouse, it felt like a dream. A quiet, two-story home just outside of town, surrounded by wheat fields, thick woods, and silence—real silence, the kind you only get far away from the city. It had an old-world charm: squeaky floorboards, crooked shutters, and the smell of wood and dust that only time can create.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
The Red Eyes at Midnight
“The Red Eyes at Midnight” by Ali Asad Ullah There are moments in life that don’t just haunt your memory—they consume it. For me, it was the red eyes. I saw them when I was sixteen, and I’ve never been the same since. I grew up in a small, remote village surrounded by endless wheat fields and dense forests. Our home was modest, and the nights were so quiet and dark that you could hear your own heartbeat. There were no streetlights, no passing cars, just the thick presence of nature and shadows. And stories. My grandmother, a deeply spiritual woman, used to tell me tales of djinns, cursed places, and the one legend that chilled me the most—the red eyes that appeared at midnight.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
"I Found a Hidden Room in My House"
I Found a Hidden Room in My House I never expected to inherit anything from my great-uncle. He was the kind of relative you heard about only at funerals—quiet, distant, strange. When he passed away in 2022, I received a letter from his lawyer informing me that I’d inherited his house. No explanation, just a key and an address scribbled on thick parchment.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
The 3:17 Visitor” horror story
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a light sleeper. Every sound, every creak, and even the faintest whisper of wind wakes me. So when I moved into my grandfather’s old countryside house after his death, I expected many sleepless nights. What I didn’t expect was what began exactly one week later—at 3:17 a.m.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Horror
