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The Christmas Mirror
The first snow of the season blanketed the quaint town of Evergreen Falls, coating its cobblestone streets and Victorian-style houses in a soft, white glow. Among the holiday bustle, a small antique shop named Yesterday’s Treasures stood out, its window displays filled with vintage ornaments, dusty snow globes, and faded porcelain figurines.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Snowman’s Secret
The first snowfall of the year blanketed the town of Ravens hollow in a thick layer of pristine white. For ten-year-old Sophie and her younger brother Max, it was the perfect opportunity to build the biggest, most elaborate snowman they had ever created. Bundled up in scarves and mittens, they worked tirelessly in the backyard, rolling snow into enormous spheres.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
Santa’s Shadow
Christmas Eve in the Walker household was a time of joy and tradition. Seven-year-old Emily sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace, clutching a mug of hot cocoa as her parents read her favorite Christmas stories. The twinkling lights on the tree cast warm, colorful reflections on the walls, and the scent of gingerbread cookies filled the air.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Cursed Ornament
The Hammond family’s Christmas tree was always the centerpiece of their holiday celebrations. Each year, they would decorate it with lights, garlands, and a collection of ornaments that had been passed down through generations. Among them was the family’s most treasured piece: a glass ornament shaped like a star, with intricate swirls of gold and silver encased within. It was said to bring good luck, a sentiment echoed by every Hammond who had ever hung it on the tree—until this year.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Midnight Carolers
The town of Black Hollow was known for its picturesque snowfalls and cozy, candlelit streets during the holiday season. Every December, families hung wreaths on their doors, children built snowmen in the park, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of roasted chestnuts from street vendors. But Black Hollow had one peculiar tradition that no one dared to question: when the Midnight Carolers came to sing, you stayed inside.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Wreath of Whispers
It was the first snowfall of December when the Harrisons decided to pull out the Christmas decorations. The family had moved into the old Victorian house just two weeks prior, drawn by its charm and too-good-to-be-true price. The creaky floorboards and drafty windows didn’t bother them; in fact, they found the quirks endearing. For Sarah and David, it was the perfect place to raise their two children, Emily and Ben.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
Exquisite
SEPTEMBER 30, 1888 “Jack!? How dare they! HOW DARE THEY! I am no man, and I am no man’s fool.” Victoria yelled as she threw down the newspaper. The headline:
By Christina Nelson about a year ago in Horror
Ginge. Top Story - December 2024. Content Warning.
In the heart of a dark forest, nestled within a gingerbread house that exuded an irresistible aroma, resided the Gingerbread Man known as Ginge. Created by the infamous baker Jakof Gustofoson, Ginge was a wicked cookie who enjoyed luring unwary victims to his home, where he subjected them to a slow, agonizing torture before he feasted upon them. The dark molasses used to make him was a reflection Ginge’s shriveled soul.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Horror
Shadows of the Veil - II
Jessica gestured, for she didn’t need to outrage him by saying no. “Is there a central figure in these nightmares,” Marshall asked.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Horror
Shadows of the Veil - I
Jessica lay in bed, sweat recoloring her pad and sheets. The room was a chaotic mess, grimy dress undefined from the clean ones strewn almost the floor. The ceiling fan squeaked in a consistent cadence and she was grateful for the white clamor. It suffocated out the quiet, which might be stunning at night. The hush was nearly as terrible as the obscurity. In spite of the fact that she was well into her twenties, Jessica’s little room was lit by a delicate night-light in the shape of a bow moon. The obscurity had a way of inching up on her, and if she wasn’t cautious, it would swallow her entirety.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Horror
Retirement Never Looked So Grim - II
He was anticipating us to dispatch ourselves at him. Zombies are ten times more grounded than livings and we don’t respond to harm. As it were thing that can murder us (so I am told by those who show up to know more than me) is a bullet straight to the brain or our heads being cut off.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Horror
Retirement Never Looked So Grim
My hand fell off again. I truly must discover somebody other than Janice to attempt to sew it back on.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Horror