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💀☠️Whisper in the DarkW☠️👹
When silence runs too deep in the middle of the night, it sometimes feels as if the silence itself is speaking. That was exactly what Adrian often felt.
By Janalam5 months ago in Horror
When the Mirror Lies
It was past midnight. Maryam sat hunched over her medical notes, fighting sleep. The house was unusually silent—her parents were away, leaving her alone with her frail grandmother, who slept in the adjacent room.
By Janalam5 months ago in Horror
The Mannequin’s Last Gaze. Content Warning.
London, 1897. Fog clung to the streets like a suffocating shawl, blurring gas lamps into smudges of yellow flame. On Savile Row, where gentlemen’s names were sewn into silk linings and fortunes measured in wool, one shop stood apart for its quiet magnetism: Wexler & Sons, Tailors of Distinction
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
The Monkey’s Paw
On a cold, wet night in a small, modest home on the edge of a rural village, the White family gathered around the fire. The room glowed with the warm flicker of flames, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Mr. White, a man of middle age with a sharp sense of humor, played a game of chess with his grown son, Herbert. Mrs. White, knitting by the fire, occasionally glanced up, smiling at their playful banter.
By Hewad Mohammadi5 months ago in Horror
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
There are places in the world where shadows linger longer than they should, where whispers cling to the trees, and where the past feels alive, pressing close to the present. One such place is Sleepy Hollow, a quiet valley near Tarrytown in New York. To the casual traveler, it might seem peaceful: tall woods, Rolling Meadows, and a river winding its way through the landscape. Yet, those who lived there swore that the air was heavy with enchantment, that spirits roamed freely after dusk, and that no story was whispered with more dread than that of the Headless Horseman.
By Hewad Mohammadi5 months ago in Horror
Frankenstein
On a stormy night in the late 18th century, a young scientist named Victor Frankenstein sat hunched over a table, his face illuminated by flickering candlelight and the glow of strange instruments. Around him were pieces of human bodies—limbs, organs, bones—stitched and wired together into the shape of a man. His hands shook, not from fear, but from anticipation. He had spent years chasing the impossible: the secret of life itself.
By Hewad Mohammadi5 months ago in Horror
The Smiley Face Murder Theory: Coincidence or Coordinated Killings?. Content Warning.
At the center of their controversial investigation was a chilling pattern: graffiti near many of the death sites, often depicting a crude but unmistakable smiley face. From this detail, the Smiley Face Murder Theory was born — a theory suggesting that dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of young men across America had not drowned by chance, but had been stalked, drugged, abducted, and murdered by an organized network of killers.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
The Bell Witch Haunting: America’s Most Terrifying Ghost Story. Content Warning.
A Family’s Quiet Life Shattered In the early 1800s, John Bell and his wife, Lucy, lived with their children on a sprawling farm along the Red River in Robertson County, Tennessee. Their lives were simple, steady, and unremarkable — until 1817, when strange noises began to rattle the walls of their log home.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
The Summer We Pretended to Be Ghosts
It was the summer after eighth grade, the summer when the air itself felt heavy with things unsaid. Our town was quiet, not in the charming postcard way, but in the “no one really knows what to do with themselves” kind of way. The pool was closed for repairs, the fair was canceled after a fire in the concession stands, and half the parents seemed too busy working double shifts to drive us anywhere.
By Abdulahad Khan5 months ago in Horror
The Room Number 313
When I first moved near the university, I was desperate to find a place I could actually afford. Prices were insane, but then I saw an ad that seemed almost too good to be true: “Small room for rent, cheap price, available immediately.”
By subah alenzi5 months ago in Horror
The Room With No Windows
When I first moved into the old apartment building downtown, the landlord gave me one rule: “Don’t go near Room 6B.” I thought he was joking. The place was falling apart anyway—peeling wallpaper, flickering lights, and creaky wooden floors that groaned under every step. Why would one room matter more than the rest?
By subah alenzi5 months ago in Horror
The Taxi Ride I Wish I Never Took
I had always taken late-night taxis in the city, but something about that night felt wrong from the start. The rain poured in thick sheets, and the streets were almost deserted. When the old yellow taxi stopped for me, I felt a chill crawl up my spine, but I forced myself inside.
By subah alenzi5 months ago in Horror