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The Mirror of Mirah
Once, nestled between the jagged peaks of a forgotten mountain range, there stood an ancient mansion known as "Mirah's Keep." This was not a place whispered about in the bustling towns below, nor was it known to those who dared venture too far into the desolate wilderness. It was a relic, an enigma, existing in a realm untouched by time and civilization. Some claimed it was abandoned long ago, while others believed it was still inhabited, not by the living, but by the spirits of the long-dead.
By Lucien Hollow 7 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Shadows
It was a cold autumn night when Emma and her friends decided to take a shortcut home. They had spent the evening at a late Halloween party, surrounded by laughter, costumes, and way too much punch. But as the clock ticked past midnight, the fun began to wear thin. Emma, feeling both the excitement and the eerie emptiness of the night, suggested that they cut through the woods behind her house to get home faster.
By Lucien Hollow 7 months ago in Horror
The House That Listens
Eliza Thorne arrived at the old cottage just after sunset, her car tires crunching over gravel as a cold wind stirred the surrounding pines. She had rented the place for an entire month—no neighbors, no distractions, just her and her stubborn manuscript. The listing promised it was “perfect for writers,” and she desperately needed that now more than ever. Her novel was overdue, her creative well had run dry, and her agent’s calls had stopped. Yet, standing before the house, with ivy crawling up the cracked stone walls and the scent of damp earth heavy in the air, Eliza felt a strange stirring inside her chest—was it hope? Or something darker, something ancient?
By Musawir Shah7 months ago in Horror
The House That Hums at Night
The House That Hums at Night I wasn’t looking for a miracle when I moved into the house at the end of Halverstone Lane—just something cheap, quiet, and temporary. The rent was suspiciously low, of course, but the landlord chalked it up to “market timing” and “last-minute availability.” I didn’t ask questions. After the year I’d had—losing my job, my partner, and most of my friends—I figured the silence might be good for me.
By Abdul Basit7 months ago in Horror
Whispers in the Jungle. AI-Generated.
It was supposed to be the perfect getaway. Three friends, Ayaan, Bilal, and Usman, had been planning their jungle adventure for months. The idea was simple: to escape the busy city life, explore the unknown, and challenge themselves to survive in the wilderness. Ayaan had heard stories of a forgotten jungle, nestled deep in the mountains — untouched, mysterious, and waiting to be explored.
By nasir shah7 months ago in Horror
Meow & Moo: Adventures of a Cat and a Cow
On a quiet farm tucked between green hills and golden fields, lived a curious orange tabby cat named Meow and a gentle black-and-white cow named Moo. While the other animals were content with their daily routines, Meow and Moo dreamed of something more—adventure.
By Abdul Basit7 months ago in Horror
Episode Title: The Beast of Gévaudan – Werewolf, Weapon, or Something Worse?
In the still silence of moonlit hills... a shadow moves. A low growl rises from the underbrush. Hooves thunder. Screams follow. France, 1764. A region gripped in terror. A predator that shouldn’t exist. This… is the story of the Beast of Gévaudan. And it may be the most chilling manhunt history has ever known.
By Veil of Shadows7 months ago in Horror
The Real Ghost in Room 313
I never believed I would be the person who writes one of these stories. Ghosts were the stuff of old family tales, or movies you watch when you want to scare yourself on a rainy night. I used to laugh when people said they’d seen a ghost, until I checked into a run-down hotel off Highway 22 one cold October night, and ended up in Room 313.
By Express Lane7 months ago in Horror
Whispers of Miani Sahib. Content Warning.
The air was heavy with dust and abandoned prayers as Hamza walked through the broken gates of Miani Sahib Graveyard. The air held the smell of dry roses and incense, and the distant thrum of city sounds disappeared behind the walls. Within this sprawling necropolis more than 1,200,000 graves deep time had folded into stillness.
By Zubair Ullah Khan7 months ago in Horror
No One Leaves the Lighthouse
The wind howled like a living thing, tearing at the cliffs and battering the lone lighthouse that stood against the endless gray of the sea. Inside, Keeper Elias Rowan lit the final lantern, his hands steady despite the storm that raged beyond the thick glass panes. His face, carved from years of solitude, betrayed no fear, no surprise. He knew this storm well. It came every year, on this very night.
By Waseem Khan 7 months ago in Horror
