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Whispers of the Silent Jungle
Whispers of the Silent Jungle Written by Mirza Ayan and Meher had been together for three years, bound by a love that grew stronger with every shared sunset, late-night talk, and spontaneous plan. Both city dwellers from Milan, Italy, they longed to escape the buzzing noise of daily life. Ayan, a nature photographer, proposed a weekend getaway to the Val Grande National Park—Europe’s largest wilderness area and one of Italy’s most isolated jungles.
By Moonlit Letters6 months ago in Horror
Reflection at 3 a.m.
At precisely 3 a.m., the air in Mara’s small attic room felt colder than usual. A damp, heavy silence pressed against her chest, making each breath feel like an effort. Outside, the wind rattled the windowpane, but it wasn’t the wind that had woken her.
By Mati Henry 6 months ago in Horror
An Unusual Acquaintance
When I opened the front door the smell of burnt food was overpowering. I knew I hadn’t left the oven on before going to work so the culprit had to be Carl. He was always experimenting with new recipes or looking for creative ways to build things. I can’t blame him for wanting to expand his imagination, but a little common sense might make his projects less devastating.
By Mark Gagnon6 months ago in Horror
Terrifier 2 is a Fantastic Bloodbath with Great Story Ideas and Insane Kills
I was not expecting the sequel to Terrifier 2 to be that great! It’s not easy to make a great sequel to a slasher film, but the story and its characters was a fantastic add on for the story behind the creepy clown!
By Emy Quinn6 months ago in Horror
Episode 15: A Deal
The sky was the color of old bruises, and the buildings were just teeth the earth forgot to swallow. Anya waited in the mouth of a collapsed parking garage, with one eye painted black and a necklace of vertebrae clinking like windchimes for ghosts.
By Paper Lantern6 months ago in Horror
Salililar. Content Warning.
(From the series: Salyelilar) At the edge of a forgotten village—so far removed from the maps of men and the whispers of pilgrims—lived a girl named Salyelilar. Her blood was purely rural, raised among wheat fields and goats, until one day she grew tired of the suffocating rhythm of ordinary life. She left her family’s home and built a small mud-and-reed hut near the old river, where twisted trees lined the shore like silent guards of ancient time.
By Mohamed hgazy6 months ago in Horror
Someone Outside Another Story
It was last year. Middle of October. I was staying out at my aunt’s place for a bit after she passed. Big old farmhouse out in Washington state, middle of nowhere, all woods and winding gravel roads. No Wi-Fi. No cell signal unless you were halfway up the hill. Perfect place to clear your head, or lose it entirely.
By Mr.Himat6 months ago in Horror
Someone Outside
I don't tell this story often. Not because I’ve forgotten it—I couldn’t, even if I wanted to—but because every time I do, I see that same look in people’s eyes. Pity, maybe. Or disbelief. Like I’m unstable. Like maybe I imagined the whole thing. But I didn’t. God help me, I didn’t.
By Mr.Himat6 months ago in Horror
Houska Castle: The Gateway to Hell
In the northern wilderness of the Czech Republic, far from the romantic spires of Prague and the fairytale villages tourists adore, lies a fortress that was never meant to keep people out. It was built to keep something in.
By Veil of Shadows6 months ago in Horror
The Song Only I Could Hear
The notification blinked: "Unlock your voice’s hidden archive." I almost deleted VoxScan—another AI vocal tool promising "revolutionary audio restoration." But as a failed musician drowning in hospital bills for my daughter’s leukemia treatment, desperation had a way of making miracles seem plausible. I plugged in my headphones and pressed *Scan*.
By Ziafat Ullah6 months ago in Horror
The Mask Beneath
I had a nightmare. It was of me waking up in a house. Not my house—this place had too many shadows, too much silence. The air was thick, like the breath of something waiting just beyond the walls.
By The Kind Quill6 months ago in Horror
The Things We Leave at Stations. Content Warning.
They say every station keeps a little of what we leave behind: scarves forgotten on benches, umbrellas propped beside vending machines, suitcases with broken handles. But some say stations keep something far darker—fragments of us that we never meant to leave.
By Mati Henry 6 months ago in Horror