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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
(True Story) My Neighbour Was Being Slaughtered and I Did Nothing. Content Warning.
I still remember the sound. It didn’t sound human. You know how when you’re cutting wood, there’s that rhythm? A thud, a pause, another thud, each one heavier than the last? That’s what it sounded like… coming from the apartment above mine. Except…it wasn’t wood.
By The Purple Olympian5 months ago in Horror
The Gallery of Ghosts. Content Warning.
I was at a flea market, sifting through the detritus of other people’s lives, looking for cheap canvases to paint over. My fingers brushed against a man’s wristwatch, its crystal cracked, its hands frozen at 4:17. A jolt, like sticking a finger in a live socket, shot up my arm.
By Danyal Hashmi5 months ago in Horror
The Silence Where the Wolves Howled
The world went quiet ten years ago. It wasn’t a loud end; it was a vanishing. One season, the forests had wolves, the oceans had great whites, the savannahs had lions. The next, they were just… gone. No bodies, no scientific explanation. Just a great, global sigh of relief followed by a profound, unsettling silence. The balance was broken. Prey species boomed, then crashed. Ecosystems grew sluggish, dormant. The world lost its teeth.
By Danyal Hashmi5 months ago in Horror
The Watching Hour
My first four years at St Denis’s Hall Boarding School were idyllic to the point of cliché. The grounds were beautiful, the accommodation exquisite, and both staff and pupils were friendly and engaging. I didn’t miss my family too much; it was easy enough to build a new one among my classmates. Some students weren’t cut out for life at St Denis’s, and so there was always a churn of fresh faces - coveted vacancies were filled immediately from the lengthy waiting list. Though the schedule was gruelling, every day felt like a fresh adventure.
By Stace Oddity5 months ago in Horror
My Mirror Isn’t Just a Reflection—It’s Watching Me
Most people think of a mirror as a simple object—a piece of glass that reflects your face, your body, your surroundings. A tool for vanity, a check before leaving the house, nothing more. For me, it was never that simple. For me, my mirror became something else. Something alive. Something that didn’t just reflect me but studied me—watched me with a patience that was both chilling and deliberate.
By Abdulahad Khan5 months ago in Horror
The House That Whispers
The taxi dropped Mira off in front of the old Caldwell House, a sprawling Victorian estate that crouched at the edge of the woods like a waiting predator. She pulled her scarf tighter against the icy wind and stared at the broken shutters that flapped like wings.
By INFO INSIDER 5 months ago in Horror
