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Christmas Lights from Beyond
The Blakely family prided themselves on their extravagant Christmas light displays. Every year, their house became the neighborhood’s main attraction, drawing visitors from miles around. This year, they decided to outdo themselves. Michael Blakely, the father, ordered an advanced set of lights from a mysterious online retailer. The listing boasted “otherworldly brilliance,” and Michael couldn’t resist. The package arrived in an unmarked box, with no instructions aside from a note: “Once lit, do not turn them off.”
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Christmas Eve Visitor
The Henderson family—Jack, his wife Sarah, and their eight-year-old son Timmy—sat by the fireplace, the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights reflecting in their eyes. The warmth of the evening wrapped around them like a cozy blanket as Timmy placed the last cookie on a plate for Santa.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Haunted Christmas Tree
The snow had fallen heavily that December, blanketing the small town of Ash Hollow in a thick, pristine white. The Miller family—Mark, his wife Emily, and their ten-year-old daughter, Lily—were eager to celebrate their first Christmas in their new home. Mark had driven out early that morning to a local tree farm, eager to find the perfect Christmas tree.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Bath Game. AI-Generated.
Lara, a 14-year-old girl, was spending her winter holidays alone at night, browsing the internet for new games. One evening, she stumbled upon a strange challenge called the "Bath Game." The rules were simple but chilling: at 3 a.m., she had to undress, fill her bathtub, turn off the lights, and wash her hair while facing the faucet. As she did, she was told she would see the spirit of a woman in the tub.
By ADIR SEGALabout a year ago in Horror
Christmas in the Attic
The Barlow family—Henry, Margaret, and their twelve-year-old daughter, Emily—had just moved into an old Victorian house on the outskirts of town. The home was charming but needed work, and as Christmas approached, they decided to decorate the house to bring it to life.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
Christmas Dollhouse of Doom
Snowflakes drifted lazily from a slate-gray sky, blanketing the sleepy town of Glenwood in a shimmering coat of white. It was Christmas morning, and the Williams family gathered around their tree, bathed in the warm glow of twinkling lights. Seven-year-old Clara squealed in delight as she unwrapped a large, intricately wrapped package. Inside was a vintage dollhouse, its Victorian façade adorned with delicate carvings and miniature wreaths.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
Christmas Eve Massacre
The wind howled through the dense pines, whipping snow into blinding flurries. Along the winding country road, a group of travelers sought refuge from the worsening storm. They had been strangers mere hours ago, each with their own destination, but the merciless blizzard had forced them together.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
Unearthing the Terrifying Truth: The History Behind Elma Horror’s Creepy Story
I gazed out the window as a blistering bolt blazed through the sky and struck the Silver Birch from its roots. This is no day to go to the woods. They’re not haunted. Dave drivels nonsense, especially when Lee’s around. ‘Elma’ Dave called her. Seriously? He said that she had an orphanage hidden in the woods, where she boiled the orphaned children alive and bathed in their blood. When the townsfolk caught her, they burnt her alive. He said you can still hear her blood-curdled screams at night. Nonsense. I looked to the right and there he was, thumping his feet as he walked, mud splattering up his striped joggers.
By VETTI BOYSabout a year ago in Horror
Christmas Eve, Never Again
The Mitchells—Emma, her husband Jack, and their eight-year-old daughter Lily—had always celebrated Christmas Eve the same way. They’d bake cookies, sip hot cocoa by the fire, and read "The Night Before Christmas" before leaving a plate of cookies and a glass of milk on the mantel for Santa. It was a cherished tradition that filled their cozy New England home with warmth and joy.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Christmas Wraith
It was Christmas Eve, and the town of Maple Hollow sat silent under a heavy blanket of snow. Strings of colorful lights flickered on rooftops, and the faint hum of carols played from distant radios. Yet, inside the sprawling home of Warren Caldwell, the holiday spirit was nonexistent.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
Hosting Game. AI-Generated.
I begin to hear soft whispers behind me. Someone is standing so close that their breath brushes against my neck. Welcome.I can't see anything. My eyes are blindfolded, and I have no idea where we’re headed.“We’re almost there,” my sister says, sitting beside me in the back seat of the car.
By ADIR SEGALabout a year ago in Horror
Room No. 407
Room No. 407 Cold drizzle poured through the night of October and began drumming against the windshield as David pulled into the parking lot of the Redwood Inn. The neon sign flickered and cast some eerie shadows on wet asphalt. He had driven hours and needed rest, which the small, seemingly humble motel seemed to have, so he stopped overnight in the place.
By Himansu Kumar Routrayabout a year ago in Horror