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The Paranormal Digest for Dec 20, 2025
It may seem hard to believe, but this will be the final digest before Christmas. While some of you will be staying home and enjoying a few days off, others will almost certainly be traveling for the holiday season, but where will you stay? Will it be with family or will it be in a hotel with a troubled past, a place where former guests failed to check out? The core them for this week is haunted hotels, but there are other creepy little segments, too, so let’s get right to it.
By John Watson23 days ago in Horror
THE NIGHT THE SNOW WAS MARKED
In early February of 1855, southern England went to sleep under a heavy blanket of snow. It was the kind of winter night that muffles sound, erases detail, and turns familiar streets into pale, quiet corridors. Villages locked their doors. Farmers secured their animals. Churches stood dark and still.
By The Insight Ledger 24 days ago in Horror
THE HOTEL THAT KEPT A SCORE
In downtown Los Angeles, a few blocks from where the city sells its dreams in neon and billboards, stands a building that never learned how to forget. From the outside, the Cecil Hotel looks like a relic—tall, symmetrical, unimpressive in a way that makes it easy to miss. Thousands of people have walked past it without noticing. Thousands more have slept inside it without knowing its history.
By The Insight Ledger 24 days ago in Horror
In the Swamp of the Night:An Anatolian Jinn Wedding. Content Warning.
I. The Frog Hunter in the Dark In a remote village of Anatolia, there lived a young man who made his living by catching frogs. His name was Ismail. Since his childhood, he and his father would go to wetlands and swamp edges at night to catch frogs, then take them to town to sell.
By Bülent ORTAKCİ25 days ago in Horror
Whispers in the Hospital Ward:. AI-Generated.
The hospital ward was quiet at night. Machines hummed softly, monitors blinked, and the faint fragrance of antiseptic lingered in the air. Patients slept in their beds, nurses moved silently from room to room, and the world outside seemed far away. Yet in that silence, whispers began to rise—faint, fragile, but impossible to ignore.
By The Writer...A_Awan26 days ago in Horror
The Snow Outside Never Stopped. AI-Generated.
Elias Rowe hated winter, not because of the cold, but because winter remembered things he tried to forget. His cabin sat deep in the northern woods, isolated by design. No neighbors. No roads once the snow piled high enough. Just trees, silence, and the slow ticking of time inside his head.
By shakir hamid26 days ago in Horror
