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We Found A House In The Woods. Content Warning.
The notion of an uninvited presence with unknown motives lurking in a baby's bedroom is enough to instill fear in anyone. Captured on a Nest nanny cam, the footage begins with a baby crying as it attempts to climb out of its crib, displaying surprising agility for its age, likely between one and two years. The situation escalates when the child stands upright, wobbling yet maintaining an unnatural balance, as if an unseen force is supporting it. The baby reaches out, and such stability at this young age, especially on the narrow edge of a crib, is highly improbable. The child's cries intensify, leading some to speculate that it may be perceiving a ghostly figure. As the screams peak in terror, the unseen force appears to release its hold, causing the child to fall back into the crib, narrowly avoiding injury, and continuing to cry in distress. While some argue that the entity may be trying to comfort the child due to a lack of adult attention, skeptics claim the video is staged, suggesting that subjecting a child to such distress for the sake of a ghostly hoax is more disturbing than the haunting itself.
By Mihaela Marič12 months ago in Horror
The Haunting of the Sailor's Locket
An ancient Victorian house seemed to moan and creak like a tossed ship in an evil storm. Heavy raindrops hurled against the windows as it reflected the storm brewing within Elara's spirit. She squeezed the old, antique locket tightly. Icy against the softness of her shaking palms. It had belonged to her grandmother, something so old and buried in a far-off era of history. Many said that even the ghostly spirit of some long-lost sailor was contained within this silver ornament.
By shabana begam12 months ago in Horror
The Dollmaker’s Curse
The Thompsons—Emily, her husband David, and their nine-year-old daughter Clara—moved into their dream house on the edge of town. It was a charming Victorian with creaky floorboards, intricate woodwork, and an attic filled with forgotten relics. They saw it as a treasure trove waiting to be explored. Clara, in particular, was ecstatic about the attic, eager to uncover its secrets.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Forgotten City: Secrets Beneath the Sands . AI-Generated.
The blistering desert sun beat down on the group of explorers as they trudged across the endless golden dunes. Each step felt heavier than the last, but the promise of discovery pushed them forward. For years, the map had remained hidden in the dusty archives of an old museum, its faded ink and cryptic symbols barely legible. But now, it was in their hands, and it led them to the heart of one of the most desolate places on Earth—the Forgotten City, buried beneath the sands for centuries.
By amgadabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers in the Dark
Whispers in the Dark Rain lashed against the windowpane of the old Whitmore estate, a symphony of nature's fury that masked the subtle creaks of the ancient house settling into the night. Emily Carter pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders, the damp chill creeping into her bones. She hadn't planned on staying the night, but the sudden storm had made the winding country roads treacherous.
By Himansu Kumar Routrayabout a year ago in Horror
The Silent Witness
The Silent Witness The wind howled through the abandoned house on Willow Lane, rattling the broken window panes and carrying whispers of the past. The town of Greyford had long forgotten the old Mercer house, letting it crumble under the weight of time. But tonight, its silence was deceptive. Tonight, it bore witness once again.
By Himansu Kumar Routrayabout a year ago in Horror
The Sleep Paralysis Society
The clinic seemed like a godsend. For years, Anna had struggled with sleep paralysis, trapped in her own body, unable to scream or move as dark, shadowy figures loomed over her. Every night was a fight against the suffocating terror that came with her inability to wake up. Doctors dismissed it as a stress-induced sleep disorder, but Anna knew better. It was something worse—something that felt too real to be just a nightmare.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Real Story of Grandpa’s the Spirit, Parts 1 and 2
Mateja Klaric posted an invitation for participants in a writers’ group on LinkedIn to share anecdotes about the oddest things that have occurred to them. Well, I’ve seen a great deal of unusual things, but this has to be the only one that delves into the area of the paranormal. At the time it occurred, I accepted what I saw as a ghost; today, as a somewhat more skeptical adult, I maintain that I have no explanation for what I witnessed. In any case, it remains a really unique memory. Here’s the story:
By QuirkTalesabout a year ago in Horror
Predicted Nightmare
When the app Fate Sync was released, it took the world by storm. It promised to give users an unparalleled glimpse into their futures, offering predictions that were precise to the point of being unsettling. At first, it was a curiosity—a fun tool, something people used to spice up their lives, to see if they'd make it big or fall in love. But soon, it became an addiction.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Haunted Inbox
Kara had never been one for superstitions. Growing up, she’d seen her mother avoid mirrors in the dark, heard tales of family members who refused to stay in the old house at the end of the street, but Kara always chalked it up to the kind of folklore you outgrow with age. She was practical, logical—until one night, when the first email arrived.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Algorithm Knows You’re Dead
Lila Parker sat at her desk, bathed in the cold blue glow of her laptop. Her eyes, ringed with exhaustion, scanned the dismal stats of her latest video. Fifty views. Four likes. Zero comments. The harsh reality of being a small-time content creator weighed heavily on her chest. She’d given herself six months to make it or move on. The deadline was two days away.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Sculptor
The man’s hands trembled as he spoke. “A traveler, much like you. He arrived years ago, claiming to be an artist. He promised to make Harrow beautiful. The townsfolk welcomed him. But his art… it wasn’t natural.”
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror