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Know Thy True Enemy
As Albrecht charged the wolf, he saw a rope drop around him. The rope was pulled tight. He flew backward. The wolf ran off.
By Jamais Jochim3 months ago in Horror
The House That Opens Itself : SEASON 4
CHAPTER 9 : The First Birth Willow Creek Forward Medical Unit - Quarantine Dome Beta - October 14th, 2021 - 6:02 AM Filed as: Biological Breach - Subject Julia Raines
By Tales That Breathe at Night3 months ago in Horror
T-r-a-n-s-W. Content Warning.
Introduction This is for Sam Spinelli's "More Howls for Halloween!" challenge, which you can read about and enter here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Horror
The Door That Knocked Back
The Door That Knocked Back Blurb When a lonely man begins hearing knocks from a sealed door in his apartment, he thinks it's a prank — until he realizes the knocking matches his own heartbeat.
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in Horror
Hunger
I could hear the birds chirping. I could feel the delicate tickle of insect legs tracing paths over my naked body. My eyelids fluttered open, slow and reluctant. Sunlight filtered through the canopy of leaves above, stabbing at my eyes with cruel precision. I raised a trembling hand to shield myself from the blaze.
By Sara Wilson4 months ago in Horror
Disturb These 5 Real-Life Vampire Graves at Your Peril...
In 2022, an archeologist knee-deep in a Polish grave came face-to-face with a "vampire." How did they know? A padlock on the skeleton's toe and a sickle positioned to slice the neck!
By Bob4 months ago in Horror
The Sounds From the Attic: The Hinterkaifeck Mystery. Content Warning.
I. The Wind Over Hinterkaifeck The wind still moves through the place where the farm once stood. A lonely patch of earth in Bavaria, swallowed by grass and overburden. Locals say the ground there feels wrong, like it hums faintly when the night grows too still. They call it Hinterkaifeck, though the farmhouse itself is long gone. All that remains is the story. And what a story it is dear readers...
By Veil of Shadows4 months ago in Horror
The Black and Blue Wasteland
With only ten minutes left before his lunch hour was over, Gabriel Granger finished eating his Discovery Luxe Box sitting in his car, watching it rain. He just happened to glance over at the precise moment the man drove by...
By Lightning Bolt ⚡4 months ago in Horror
The Birchland Forest
The Birchland forest was crawling with shadows. Jack had taken the shortcut in desperation. It was a decision that he was starting to regret.
By Ashley Houston4 months ago in Horror
The Good Reverend: A Tale That’ll Leave You Speechless
Picture this: a snowy afternoon in rural Michigan, January 1909. A man in a black suit, cloak billowing in the icy wind, kisses his wife and kids goodbye, hops on his horse, and gallops off into the fading light. Sounds like the start of a cozy Western, right? But hold on-this isn’t that kind of story. This is the story of Reverend John Carmichael, a man whose journey to a nearby town took a turn so bizarre, so chilling, it’ll make you question what you think you know about the human mind. What happens when paranoia twists reality into something deadly? Let’s dive in.
By KWAO LEARNER WINFRED4 months ago in Horror
Chalet of Bloody Corpses
The five hikers had stopped for some quick skinny dipping. Helga had started it, claiming to have forgotten her swimsuit, but Chad had given the idea wings as he stripped down. He hit Charlie with his underpants, challenging the normally shy young man into the water as the more adventurous boy dove into the water. Helga grinned as Charlie quickly stripped and swam out to Chad, while Melissa stayed on shore. Thomas, always a victim of peer pressure, joined the other three. Melissa took some cajoling, but she eventually gave in, putting her cowboy hat on her clothes before diving in.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
Blood on the Mountain: A Chilling Tale from the Appalachian Trail
Imagine this: you’re standing by a quiet creek, the kind where the water whispers secrets as it slips over smooth stones. The air is crisp, the forest alive with the hum of nature. You cast your fishing line, hoping for a bite, but instead, you hear a voice-low, unfamiliar, creeping through the trees. Your heart skips. Is it a friendly hiker? Or something else entirely? That’s exactly where Ricky Williams found himself one fateful afternoon in May 2008, on the banks of Dismal Creek. And let me tell you, this story? It’s one that’ll make your skin crawl.
By KWAO LEARNER WINFRED4 months ago in Horror