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The Motel at the End of Route 13
The rain had been chasing Daniel for three straight hours, blurring the highway lines into liquid streaks of white. His wipers beat a useless rhythm against the windshield, struggling to clear the downpour. The GPS signal had died twenty minutes ago, leaving him alone on Route 13—a cracked two-lane road that cut through endless black fields and rusted fence lines. His gas tank light blinked red. He cursed under his breath, praying for a sign of civilization.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Day the Shadows Returned
The first time it happened, the town thought it was a storm. The sky darkened before noon, thick gray clouds swallowing the sunlight, and a strange wind swept through the streets—cold but heavy, as though it carried something unseen. Birds vanished from the trees. The air felt charged, restless.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Lantern of the Dead Road
The rain fell in thin, endless lines, turning the world into a blur of silver and shadow. Nathan Reed’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as his car tires hissed over the slick asphalt. The road ahead was empty, winding through the countryside like a black ribbon vanishing into fog. His phone had no signal, his gas tank was nearly empty, and the nearest sign of life had been twenty miles back.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The House That Forgets You
The house was too quiet when Daniel arrived, its silence so complete that even the crunch of gravel beneath his shoes felt like an intrusion. He had come for peace, that’s what he told himself. After the city, after the noise, after the failed relationship and the job that had hollowed him out, the small countryside home seemed perfect. The rental listing described it as “a charming, secluded property ideal for those seeking solitude.” Solitude was exactly what Daniel thought he needed.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
Room 306
The Desert Pine Motel sat on the side of a forgotten highway, its neon sign flickering between red and dead. Travelers only stopped there when they had no choice—when their cars broke down or the night stretched too long and empty. The rooms were cheap, the paint chipped, and the silence too heavy.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Mirror That Knows Your Thoughts
It started with whispers. Not loud ones, not even clear—just faint murmurs that seemed to crawl through the room whenever Emily stood in front of her new antique mirror. She had bought it at a flea market in a small coastal town, drawn to its dark wooden frame carved with swirling ivy and strange symbols. The seller, an old woman with pale eyes, had smiled when Emily admired it.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The House That Waited for Winter
Elliot Crane didn’t plan to stop that day. He had been driving aimlessly through the Vermont countryside, the late November air thin and gray, searching for something he couldn’t name. The trees stood bare, skeletal, and the sky had that flat white color that promised snow.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
Chaonei No. 81: The Most Haunted House in Beijing
Chaonei No. 81, situated at Chaoyangmen Inner Street in Beijing, is among China's most famous haunted houses. The three-storeyed brick mansion, built in French Baroque revival style during the early twentieth century, is a protected historical building owned by the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Beijing. While architecturally notable, it was missing archive records and the building's long, degraded silence that stirred the public imagination—prime for speculation.
By Kyrol Mojikal3 months ago in Horror
The Story No One Dared to Read. AI-Generated.
Noor had been writing stories online for almost a year, but no one seemed to care. No comments. No hearts. No followers.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Horror
The Message at 9:47
By Murad Ali Shah It started like any ordinary morning — the kind where you almost forget you’re alive because everything feels too routine. The alarm went off at 7:00 a.m., my phone buzzed endlessly with unread notifications, and the neighbor’s dog barked like he always did. I made coffee, burned my toast, and scrolled mindlessly through messages until one stopped me.
By Murad Ali Shah3 months ago in Horror
The Red Door. Content Warning.
You are on the floor. The bacon fat is now bacon fat. Plate shards scatter as they run under the bed. You reach to grab one, peering into the shadow. Eyes stare back at you. Yours. Fearful. A finger to the lips — your lips — urging you not to make a sound.
By Mirwais Hashami3 months ago in Horror
Kuchisake-Onna: The Terrifying History of Japan's Slit-Mouthed Woman
Of all the terrifying Japanese characters of folklore, the Kuchisake-Onna, or the "Slit-Mouthed Woman," is maybe the most terrifying and enduring. Her story is a complex blend of ancient myth and modern urban legend, a ghost whose history is as vague and malleable as the black it is said to haunt.
By Kyrol Mojikal3 months ago in Horror