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The Night I Spent in a Graveyard—And What I Saw
I had always been drawn to the unusual—abandoned buildings, forgotten alleyways, and places people were too afraid to explore. But nothing tempted me more than the local graveyard on the outskirts of our town. A massive, crumbling patch of land, overgrown with wild bushes, broken tombstones leaning like old men, and the kind of silence that echoed in your ears. It was said to be haunted, of course. Every town has one.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Mirror Guest
It all started with an old mirror. You see, mirrors are supposed to reflect what is. But what if they start showing you things that shouldn't be there? What if they remember things you never did, faces you never wore, or worse—someone else inside them?
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
The Shadow Figures
There was a positive tranquility that could be felt walking through the woods in the day time. Various song birds could be heard while the occasional breeze ruffled your hair and tickled your skin. It appeared to be just like any other woods one might venture into.
By Jasmine Aguilar7 months ago in Horror
Technology: A Blessing or a Threat?
We are living in an age defined by rapid technological advancement. From smartphones to artificial intelligence, from medical breakthroughs to space exploration — technology has revolutionized every facet of human life. But with every new invention comes a question that continues to echo through the minds of thinkers, educators, and common people alike: Is technology truly a blessing, or is it becoming a threat to humanity?
By Movies Channel7 months ago in Horror
The reflection
Late one night, Ayaan was studying alone in his room. His old apartment in the city was quiet, save for the ticking of a wall clock. He stood up to fetch a glass of water and walked past the tall mirror in the hallway — a mirror that had always instilled an unsettling feeling in him.
By Mr Atif khan 7 months ago in Horror
I Fell in Love With a Ghost in My Dreams
🕯️ I Fell in Love With a Ghost in My Dreams Writer’s By [FarooqHashmi] They say dreams are stitched from fragments of memory — a whisper here, a touch there, things forgotten by morning light. But what happens when the dream lingers, when the memory isn't yours, and the love feels older than your own bones?
By Farooq Hashmi7 months ago in Horror
Whispers Beneath the Skin. Content Warning.
Prologue: The Stench of Memory Akira Yamada, 31, lives in a city that swallows souls…. Tokyo is a concrete beast, its lights never dimming, its streets never sleeping. Yet, for all its constant noise, Akira hears something that others cannot—a persistent, nauseating hum that has haunted him since childhood…. It started the night his parents died in a car accident when he was seven. The hum was there, echoing in his skull, growing louder as the police officer whispered that they were gone. It became his only companion, a low frequency that crept into his thoughts, tainting every joyful moment.
By Orin Ashfield7 months ago in Horror
I Spent a Night in the Forest — and Found a Device That Shouldn't Exist
We planned the trip weeks in advance — four friends, three tents, and two nights in the woods to disconnect from the chaos of life. Our destination was an old pine forest miles off the main road. No signals. No city noise. Just stars, trees, and maybe a little whiskey by the fire.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The AI Chatbot Knew My Secrets — Ones I Never Shared
It started like most nights: Alone, tired, and curious enough to distract myself from my thoughts. I had downloaded a new AI chatbot after reading a trending post about how eerily human it felt. It wasn’t like ChatGPT or Siri — it claimed to learn you, like a mirror trained on your mind.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
I Got a Message From My Dead Sister — Through AI
I wasn’t looking for closure. I had already accepted that she was gone. My sister, Emma, died two years ago in a car crash on her way to my apartment. She had just turned 26. The call came at 2:09 a.m., and since that night, I hadn’t slept through a single one without waking up at least once — hoping, somehow, that it had all been a mistake.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
