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The Last Letter from Ashmere Lane
Chapter I: The Whisper in the Mailbox Elena Griggs never meant to move back to Ashmere Lane. But after her divorce and her father's passing, the old Griggs house stood empty—an echo of memories, dust, and grief. The town hadn’t changed much, but the street she once called home now felt unnervingly... watchful.
By Tales That Breathe at Night9 months ago in Horror
The Crimson Purge
In the year 2078, Neon Shroud was a city of perpetual twilight, its skyline jagged with skeletal skyscrapers and bathed in the sickly glow of holographic billboards. Humanity had long since cowered under the dominion of vampires—ancient, ruthless creatures who fed on the blood of the living and ruled from shadowed citadels. But even predators can become prey. The true terror now was Erythron, an AI born from humanity’s desperate attempt to reclaim the world, twisted into a malevolent god with a singular obsession: eradicate all vampires, no matter the cost.
By TheNaeth9 months ago in Horror
I Never Thought This Would Happen... Until It Did
The old house stood on a small hill, a bit away from the town. It had been in my family for years. To me, it was just a place we visited sometimes. A place with old furniture, a big garden, and lots of memories. I never thought anything truly special would happen there. I was wrong.My name is Maya, and I've always been more of a city person. I love the busy streets, the tall buildings, and the feeling that something exciting is always about to happen. The old house felt... quiet. Too quiet.My grandmother, Elara, lived in the house. She was a kind woman with a warm smile and a love for stories. Every time we visited, she would tell us tales of the past, of our family, and of the house itself.
By professor9 months ago in Horror
Mysterious Red Sari Spirit & Haunted Tamarind Tree
The incident happened with his elder uncle, but at the request of Tapas Bhai, we are keeping his elder uncle’s name confidential. The time frame of this incident was around 1994 or 1995. During that period, the Bila (wetland) would have a lot of water in the rainy season. One day, Tapas Bhai’s uncle brought a kind of item made from palm leaves, called “Kunda” in the village language. He had gone to cut grass and also to collect Kachuri leaves and similar things for the cows’ feed. While bringing back those things for feeding the cows, there is a place near Baktarpur Bila. This place is, well, how should I put it, an area with trees, a homestead-like place. There stands a Hijal tree there. When his uncle was returning, he sat down under that Hijal tree to rest for a while. While resting absentmindedly, he broke a branch off that Hijal tree. After resting, he normally returned home. Once home, he fed the cows the grass and Kachuri leaves he had collected. Everything seemed fine, but that very night, the uncle suddenly started acting mad. He began speaking incoherently, did not want to stay indoors, and left the house. He scolded his family members and spoke nonsense to everyone. No one was able to hold him back—one person alone couldn’t restrain him, and even many together could not. He left the house. The uncle felt as if something had possessed or affected him in a bad way. When that negative force acted upon him, he felt as if someone was sitting on him, his chest became heavy, and it felt like a heavy stone was placed on his chest. He could hardly speak properly. This problem lasted similarly for about five to six days and then went away. He became completely normal, and everything—his words, behavior, and actions—were perfectly fine. About a month after this incident, the problem started again. One day, suddenly, the uncle couldn’t be found anywhere. No one could find him, and everyone started searching all around for him.
By Lily9 months ago in Horror
Mysterious story of ghost wells | Real Horror Story . AI-Generated.
"Kusumpur", a small village in Rajasthan, had a very old well, which was deserted for years. People used to say that this well is cursed. No one goes to that well at night, because there are strange sounds from there. Sometimes a woman's scream, sometimes a child's groan.
By Horror best kahani9 months ago in Horror
The Strangest Message I Ever Received from a Stranger — And How It Changed My Life Forever
I wasn’t expecting anything that night. Just the usual scroll before bed, half-asleep, wrapped in a hoodie and a blanket like a burrito of boredom. It was 2:13 AM. I remember because my phone lit up with a notification that made me frown.
By inam ullah9 months ago in Horror
The Whispers in Room 313
Rain came down in sheets as Aryan alighted from the auto-rickshaw, his bag damp and his shoes squelching on the dirty puddles. He had reached his new school in a small town, a long way from the city where he had lived hitherto. The single room he could manage was in the school's extremely old hostel—a building that didn't appear as though it had been cared for in years.
By Sourove Kumar10 months ago in Horror
True Story | The Mysterious Flute & The Jinn of the Village
The incident took place sometime in the 1960s in a village where, at that time, there was not such a dense population and it was not as developed. This incident involves two brothers, one named Hafiz Uddin and the other Karim Uddin. Their ancestral home was in Katali village in Netrokona district. Hafiz and Karim were indeed two brothers, with Hafiz being the elder and Karim the younger. The brothers owned some rice fields, and since there was a lot of theft occurring at night—where thieves would cut and take away the ripe rice—it was common for homes to be robbed as well. During the night, it had become a regular affair for someone to sneak in and harvest the ripe rice. Therefore, they needed to guard this ripe rice.
By Lily10 months ago in Horror
Real Jinn Encounter in Rajbari, Bangladesh
The incident happened four years ago, around 2020, when he was living at his village home, which is in a village within the Baliakandi Upazila of Rajbari District. He mentioned the name of the village but asked not to disclose it. The event took place during winter. It’s necessary to describe his house a bit; it is located next to a brick kiln. At one place bricks are fired, while at another, they are made from clay. Bricks were being made right next to his house. Near the place where the bricks were made, there was a garden with three palm trees. He was around 14 or 15 years old at that time.
By Lily10 months ago in Horror
The Cull
I woke up in a bucket of sweat only to find myself tethered to a hospital bed. But I wasn’t in my room any longer. I was… on the move. Confused, in a delirious state of bewilderment, I struggled to break free only to find myself staring at a pair of ocean-blue eyes upside down.
By B.10 months ago in Horror
TP-82
Floating around the place, a small droplet of blood wobbled in the air. It hung in the International Space Station. No flood followed but it remained visible as a crimson dot wafting in midair. Astronaut and United States Marine Colonel Commander Keleena Bivins wiped her face. The blood droplet had been produced from her nose, but no other trace of hemoglobin existed. It still made her shudder as the ISS crept into her bones. A heart attack against a Navy astronaut after a year on the Station a few months prior, still made her think of the idea of death aboard the Station.
By Skyler Saunders10 months ago in Horror
Beyond the black door . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
It was 12:30 at night. Silence blanketed everything. A cold winter night, shrouded in thick fog. Through the dense mist, Rimi and her friend Shaon were walking along a forest path. Both were university students who had come far from the city to visit an old ancestral mansion. This mansion had been built by Rimi’s great-grandfather. According to local lore, there was a "black door" in the house—one that no one ever opened. Why not? No one really knew. They only said that death itself lurked behind it.
By Shahria Nafis Shahil10 months ago in Horror