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The Whispering Attic
When the Wren family moved into the weathered Victorian house at the edge of Hollowpine, they believed they had found a bargain. Tall and narrow with ivy-twined pillars, the home stood alone at the end of an old gravel road, surrounded by towering oak trees. It had a certain charm — faded, but undeniable. Mr. Wren, a history professor, called it “a home with character.” His wife, Rachel, hoped it would be a fresh start after her mother’s death. For their daughter, Lila, it was a dream — a real-life haunted house to explore.
By Sultan Zeb7 months ago in Horror
Room 404: Do Not Enter
Part 1: The Check-In The Fairhaven Hotel was old but elegant—an aging five-story building nestled quietly in a forgotten corner of the city. Its marble floors, vintage wallpaper, and brass chandeliers whispered of a long-lost golden age. Ethan, a travel blogger known for reviewing haunted and abandoned places, had heard about Fairhaven from an obscure Reddit thread.
By Ubaid Khan7 months ago in Horror
There’s a Man Standing in My Backyard. He Hasn’t Moved in Three Days
It started Sunday morning. I was drinking coffee in the kitchen, half-awake, looking out over the yard through the glass door when I noticed him—just standing by the treeline. Still. Hands at his sides. Staring.
By Habibullah. Shoukat Ali7 months ago in Horror
I Bought a Haunted Mirror Off Facebook Marketplace — Now It Won’t Let Me Sleep
It started with a Facebook Marketplace listing. > “Antique Victorian mirror — $30 OBO. Must pick up. ASAP.” No details, just a grainy photo and a location only twenty minutes away. I’d just moved into my new apartment and needed something to fill the blank wall in my hallway. I messaged the seller. She responded in seconds.
By Habibullah. Shoukat Ali7 months ago in Horror
Darkness
“I just want the pain to be over.” She thinks to herself as she silently sobs sitting at her office desk. The dwelling thoughts flood her head that life is just one big cruel joke. At one end of the spectrum her fights with her kids' father have mellowed out, but at the other end her life with her wife is still an ongoing tornado of chaos. Homeless and crashing at a family friend's place, the never-ending dread circles her mind “How am I going to survive this?” She hears soft voices in the background as her kids are playing on their phones in the other room. “I know I have to be strong for them.” Even at her lowest she knows her kids love her with all their little hearts, but even their love sometimes isn't strong enough to fight the swarming negative thoughts she fights inside. She tells herself – My kids would be better off without me. Or she tries to convince herself that the older the kids get the less they love her and need her. She knows these thoughts aren't the truth but in dark times the demons in her head are seriously convincing. To quiet the darkness, she goes outside, grabs the rig, sits in the chair and takes such a big hit her lungs weren't big enough to hold it in. She coughs so hard her lungs feel like they could collapse at any second but as she regains her breath the darkness slowly fades to the background. She feels lightheaded like the ground beneath her is swaying ever so gently. She feels the breeze in her hair and just for a second, she thinks maybe I can survive this.
By Halie Rawlins7 months ago in Horror








