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SEASON 2 : The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 3: THE INTRAVENOUS CONFESSION The iron door to the old wing was cold, its surface pitted with rust and something darker that looked like old bloodstains. The master key felt alien in Liam’s hand, a sliver of cold metal that seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of its own.
By Tales That Breathe at Night5 months ago in Horror
The Room That Never Slept. AI-Generated.
It started as a dare. They always do. Nadia was the kind of person who never turned down a challenge. Her friends knew it too well, which is why, on that cold October night, she found herself standing at the entrance of an abandoned boarding house on the edge of town. Its broken windows stared like hollow eyes, and the crooked door swayed in the wind as if it were breathing.
By hazha azeez5 months ago in Horror
I See You
I never thought my phone could betray me. Not like this. It started on a Tuesday, which I know sounds random, but Tuesdays are the worst. I was scrolling through my group chat, nothing special, just memes and people complaining about work. Then I noticed a notification from an app I didn’t remember downloading. It just said, “I see you.”
By Saba Writes5 months ago in Horror
Ssshhhh…Koi Hai – Episode: The Black Cat
On the outskirts of a sleepy town stood an old mansion, abandoned for decades, with peeling paint, shattered windows, and a garden overtaken by weeds. Locals whispered tales of its haunted past—strange cries at night, sudden cold drafts in the air, and a shadowy figure glimpsed through the broken windows. No one dared to enter, except for Ravi, a young journalist always eager for a chilling story.
By Hakeem Khan 5 months ago in Horror
The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 1: “THE BREATHING X-RAY” The air in St. Hedwig’s records room smelled of yellowing paper and regret. It was a scent Dr. Liam Evans had grown accustomed to over twenty years of service, but tonight, it felt different. Thicker. As if the walls themselves were holding their breath.
By Tales That Breathe at Night5 months ago in Horror










