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When Fear Takes Control. Content Warning.
Fear: The word Fear, the first thing for which Bang! If creatures that are moving did not experience the sensation of fear, especially not humans, we don't know what we should do with them. We experience an incredibly diverse array of feelings as vertebrate primates with complex brains. And in certain situations, our brains lose some of the checks and balances over certain emotions. A phobia is what it is when fear becomes overstretched and out of our control.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Horror
the Tragic Tale Of The Ghost Ship S.S. Ourang Medan
The Mystery Begins The demise of the S.S. Ourang Medan, a Dutch vessel, is said to have occurred in the summertime heat of the 1940s -- the precise year remains unknown.
By Seyam Ahmed 9 months ago in Horror
Wildfires rage near Jerusalem, major road closed, communities evacuated
*Wildfires Rage Near Jerusalem: Major Road Closed, Communities Evacuated* Wildfires raged on the outskirts of Jerusalem on Wednesday, forcing the evacuation of communities and the closure of a main highway as Israel appealed for international assistance to help fight the blaze.TV footage showed fires burning along the main Route 1 Jerusalem to Tel Aviv highway and people abandoning cars and running away from the flames as thick smoke billowed over the surrounding hilltops.
By Krypton 9 months ago in Horror
The Shadow Man
The village seemed silent at night. The only noise was the cry of crickets and sometimes the far-fetched howling of the dogs. On such a quiet night, something strange happened in the small village of Madhavpur. Noyeon had just arrived from town to stay in his grandfather's old house. He searched for peace from the chaos of urban life, and thought the few days in the village were refreshing. However, he did not believe that this quest for peace would make him a terrible secret.
By Vijoy9 months ago in Horror
The Real Story Of Valongo Sanatorium(Sanitório de Valongo)
The Valongo Sanatorium, also known as the Montalto Sanatorium or Monte Alto Sanatorium, was a TB treatment facility in the old parish of Sao Pedro de Cova Gondomar, Portugal. Despite its location, it is more often known as the Valongo Sanatorium.
By TheNaeth9 months ago in Horror
The Light in the Last Room
Tired of the chaos of Dhaka, Tamim took a short break and headed to his ancestral village—Nandipara. Nestled far from the city’s hustle, this quiet little village always brought him a strange kind of peace. Since his grandfather passed away, their old house had remained abandoned. Tamim thought this was the perfect opportunity to stay there for a few days—maybe even do some writing.
By Hasan Ali9 months ago in Horror
The Mirror in Room 213
The Mirror in Room 213 The Ashgrove Inn stood abandoned on the edge of a forgotten highway, its windows boarded, its paint flaking like old scabs. Locals whispered about the place but never lingered. Only one room ever bore a name whispered louder than the rest — Room 213.
By Rony Sutradar9 months ago in Horror
The Path to Vitality: A Journey to a Healthier You. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Empowering Habits for a Strong Body and a Clear Mind Maya sat on the edge of her bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion that no amount of sleep seemed to fix. Her desk was cluttered with energy drink cans, her phone constantly buzzing with work messages, and a greasy pizza box from last night’s dinner lay beside her laptop. She had everything she thought she wanted—a steady job, a decent apartment, and a few loyal friends—but something was missing.
By Sami Ullah9 months ago in Horror
The Love ❤
It was a late summer evening when Claire first met Eli, though neither of them knew it would be the start of something that would change their lives forever. Claire was sitting at the corner table in her favorite coffee shop, a spot she had claimed as her own for the past two years. The air was thick with the hum of conversation, the gentle clinking of cups, and the faint scent of freshly ground coffee beans. She was lost in a book, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her mug, when the door chimed, signaling someone’s arrival. Eli stepped inside, his gaze scanning the room as he shook the rain from his jacket. He hesitated at the counter, unsure of what to order. His presence, though unremarkable in a crowd, had a certain quiet intensity that caught Claire’s attention. She glanced up over the edge of her book and noticed his hesitation, the way he lingered, as though trying to fit himself into the rhythm of the room. For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, she felt a pull to him, like a thread tugging at her heart. Maybe it was the way he wore his uncertainty so naturally, or how the world around him seemed to quieten whenever he entered a space. After a moment of contemplation, Claire stood and walked to the counter, her coffee in hand. “You look like you’re about to solve a great mystery,” she said with a smile, trying to make light of the situation. Eli blinked, momentarily startled, then chuckled. “I guess I am,” he replied. “I’m trying to figure out whether the latte or the cappuccino will make me feel more human.” Claire grinned. “You’re in the right place for questions like that. The cappuccino is more serious, but the latte is easier to love.” A moment of quiet passed between them, the soft hum of the shop wrapping around their conversation. Eli seemed to relax, his shoulders loosening, and his eyes brightened. “I’ll take the latte then,” he said. “I think I need something easy to love today.” As she paid for his drink and handed it over, something shifted between them. It wasn’t grand or dramatic, but there was a spark—subtle, unspoken, yet undeniably there. Claire didn’t quite know what it was, but she felt it. The next few weeks were a blur of coffee shop encounters—each time Eli seemed to appear just when Claire needed a break from the ordinary. Their conversations began to drift from casual exchanges about coffee to deeper musings about life, art, and the way time seemed to pass without us noticing. They shared stories about their childhoods, their favorite books, and the dreams they were too afraid to speak aloud. Each conversation left them both feeling a little more understood, a little more seen. One afternoon, as autumn’s chill began to bite at the air, Eli appeared at the coffee shop with something different in his eyes—something more certain. He slid into the chair across from Claire, his fingers curling around his cup as he smiled gently. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice quieter than usual. “We’ve talked about everything under the sun, and I keep wondering… When was the moment I knew?” Claire raised an eyebrow. “Knew what?” “That you were someone I’d want to keep in my life,” he said softly. “That this, whatever this is, was real.” Claire’s heart skipped a beat, the words settling into her chest with a warmth she hadn’t expected. She placed her cup down, looking at him with a mix of surprise and understanding. “I think,” she began slowly, “it’s the quiet moments that tell you what words can’t.” Eli nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. The air around them felt thicker now, like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to unfold. And in that moment, everything did. Without a grand gesture, without any dramatic proclamations, they both understood what had quietly been blooming between them. Love wasn’t always loud; sometimes, it was the gentle rhythm of two hearts finding their way to one another, piece by piece, day by day. As the evening wore on and the coffee shop emptied, Claire and Eli remained at their table, talking, laughing, and sharing the kind of silence that felt like home. In a world filled with noise, they had found something simple and real. A quiet love that, over time, would grow stronger, deeper, and more certain—just like the quiet rhythm of their hearts. Click here for more.
By Mr. nuR9 months ago in Horror
America's Most Haunted Hotel ?
The United States is home to numerous hotels, each with its own unique history and charm. However, some of these establishments have a darker side, being renowned for their paranormal activity and ghostly encounters. One such place is the Queen Mary, an ocean liner turned hotel in Long Beach, California, often referred to as the "most haunted hotel" in America.
By Bishal Chakraborty 9 months ago in Horror
The Haunted River Night
Long ago, our village had no electricity. People used hurricane lamps at night. Everything was very quiet after 9pm. They heard the birds early in the morning and were able to silence after sunset. The village night was peaceful, but it was a bit scary.
By Joyprokash Roy9 months ago in Horror
Why We Love to Be Scared
Horror movies have long fascinated audiences across the globe. From the earliest days of silent cinema to today’s hyper-realistic digital nightmares, horror continues to thrive as a genre unlike any other. Whether it's ghosts, monsters, serial killers, or psychological terror, horror taps into our most primal fears and offers a safe space to confront them. But what is it about horror movies that keeps us coming back for more?
By MD MSM9 months ago in Horror