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My daughter told me she’s not scared of the dark
Makeda has always been an amazing child — bright, energetic, always full of laughter and curiosity. The absolute joy of my existence.
By Dblkrose7 months ago in Horror
THE HOSPITAL OF UNKNITTING
Season 1 CHAPTER 1: THE ADMISSION INTERVIEW The fluorescent lights buzzed like angry wasps as Dr. Eleanor Lorne gripped the clipboard. Patient #4479's intake form kept rewriting itself...the ink bubbling up into fresh words before her eyes.
By Tales That Breathe at Night7 months ago in Horror
The Monkey's Paw ' PART III '
In the huge new cemetery, some two miles distant, the old people buried their dead, and came back to the house steeped in shadows and silence. It was all over so quickly that at first they could hardly realize it, and remained in a state of expectation as though of something else to happen - something else which was to lighten this load, too heavy for old hearts to bear.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Horror
Open Me Only When I’m Dead. Content Warning.
She was dead now. My grandmother. And I had the crowbar in my hands. Grandmother wasn’t the sentimental type. Cold-blooded, my mother used to say. “She raised me like a plant she forgot to water.” Yet at the funeral, they buried her with a rosary clenched so tightly in her fist it left red imprints on her bones. She died with her jaw unhinged. Not metaphorically — it literally hung open, dislocated, as if she’d been screaming when her heart stopped.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Horror
The Watchers of Blackwood Lane
STORY START The day we moved into 657 Blackwood Lane, Emma found the first letter wedged in the porch railing. "Dearest new neighbors," it began in elegant cursive.
By Ahmed Abdeen7 months ago in Horror
The Man Who Counts the Dark
The first time I saw him, I thought my insomnia had finally broken me. 3:17 AM. My cramped studio apartment hummed with the static of sleeplessness. The glow of my laptop screen painted everything in sickly blue—except for the hallway. There, where the light didn’t quite reach, stood a man in a moth-eaten waistcoat.
By Firdos Jamal7 months ago in Horror
Into the Sewers
I crouched down in the dark, trying to make myself as small as possible. I could feel the damp, cold concrete through my thin t-shirt. There was a steady drip-drip towards the back of the pipe I’d chosen to hide in.
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Horror
The quiet one walks again . Content Warning.
I hadn’t spoken in years — not since the incident. Not even when they pushed my brother’s things into my arms — blood still soaking the folded hoodie. Not when they said, “You’re the only one left, Mallory. You have to try.”
By E. hasan7 months ago in Horror
The Monkey's Paw ' part II '
Part II In the brightness of the wintry sun next morning as it streamed over the breakfast table he laughed at his fears. There was an air of prosaic wholesomeness about the room which it had lacked on the previous night, and the dirty, shriveled little paw was pitched on the side-board with a carelessness which betokened no great belief in its virtues.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Horror
They Hear You When You Speak"
Sound of Silence The village of Daryabad was like any other — quiet, forgotten, and shrouded in fog more often than not. But something unspoken lurked within its silence. People didn’t talk about it, not aloud at least. They knew better.
By Mustafa Khan7 months ago in Horror
The Monkey's Paw 'part 1'
Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnum villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess; the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical chances, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly by the fire.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Horror
Whispers Beneath the Floorboards
When Mia inherited the old Victorian house from her late aunt, she thought it would be the fresh start she desperately needed. Nestled on the edge of a quiet town, the house was charming in its eerie way — with creaky floors, tall windows draped in heavy curtains, and a dark history that her aunt had hinted at but never fully explained.
By Ayan khan7 months ago in Horror