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"The Ghostwriter"
Chapter 1: The Manuscript The package arrived at midnight. Elliot Thorne wasn’t expecting anything—certainly not a battered manuscript box tied with twine, left on his doorstep without a note or return address. He carried it inside, the weight unsettling in his hands. Too light to be a full novel, too heavy to be empty.
By M ZOHAIB KHAN6 months ago in Horror
"I Spent the Night in the Abandoned Asylum Everyone Warned Me About — I Should've Listened"
Everyone in my hometown has a story about the old Blackridge Asylum. Some say it’s haunted by the patients who were forgotten. Others swear they've seen faces watching from the broken windows. There’s even an old urban legend that a nurse went mad and stitched patients’ eyes open so they’d “never stop watching.” I always chalked it up to small-town gossip and bored teenagers. I never believed any of it.
By Nizam khan6 months ago in Horror
The Girl At No. 9 Part 3
We left the neighborhood when the circles began appearing in our yard—slowly at first, then faster. They weren’t just in the grass anymore; they showed up on the walls, in the dirt by the driveway, even pressed into the kitchen floorboards like some invisible weight had pushed through. My wife stopped sleeping. She stopped talking. Her eyes looked distant, hollowed out by sleepless nights and whispered prayers.
By Muhammad Shoaib6 months ago in Horror
The House At No. 9 part 2
After the fire, after the ashes cooled, the lot remained barren. But strange things started again—not loudly, not with drama—just… wrong. At night, lights flickered in windows that no longer existed, casting brief, shaky shadows that seemed to dance, as if the house was still trying to breathe. Mail still arrived, worn and creased, addressed simply to “Eira.” I picked up one of the envelopes once, curiosity getting the better of me, but the ink on the stamps looked faded, almost drifting away, and the return address was a water-stained blur. I placed it back on the stoop. The next day, it was gone.
By Muhammad Shoaib6 months ago in Horror
Whispers in Room 313
The House With No Past It started with a Craigslist ad. Three-bedroom Victorian, dirt cheap, barely an hour outside Portland. No neighbors for a mile. The photos were grainy, but I saw the charm under the grime. I needed quiet. I needed space. I needed to disappear for a while.
By Isabella Wood6 months ago in Horror
