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Haunted locales and houses of horror from the Amityville home to the Tower of London; travel tips for those seeking a trip filled with fun and evil.
The Last Tenant
A Place I Could Afford I wasn't supposed to live there. Not in that part of town. Not in that building. But you know how life is—losing a job, breaking up, sleeping on couches. When you’re tired enough, you’ll live anywhere that offers a key and four walls.
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
"I Found a Journal Buried in My Backyard — I Wish I’d Never Read Page 47"
When I bought the house, I was drawn to the backyard. A wide, oddly quiet stretch of grass lined by trees, with patches of stubborn weeds near the fence. It had charm—rustic, almost storybook. But the quiet had weight, and I’d come to understand why.
By Nizam khan8 months ago in Horror
The Vanishing of Kaelvik: Alaska’s Forgotten Horror
At the heart of Alaska's Seward Peninsula, where tundra meets towering pines, lies Kaelvik, an abandoned mining village once popular in the 1920s that now remains unknown on maps and whispered about with fear. Once known for thriving mining operations during that era, Kaelvik has since been abandoned due to a shadow-like monster called Tsu'nak that caused its sudden abandonment by Alutiiq tribe members and abandoned by time itself. Being drawn by Alaska's mysteries I decided to uncover these secrets myself and what I found had me questioning whether some places would have been better left forgotten altogether - this terrifying tale of Kaelvik remains Alaska's forgotten horror tale.
By Robert Brown8 months ago in Horror
The Room That Shouldn't Exist
Samantha Winters had just turned 24 when she signed the lease on Apartment 3B in the Ashgrove Complex. It was one of those older buildings—red-bricked, slightly crooked, with creaky staircases and ivy crawling up the sides like green veins.
By Silas Blackwood8 months ago in Horror
The Last Goodbye: How Flight AI171 Became Every Family's Worst Nightmare
It was supposed to be just another flight from Ahmedabad to London. Families heading home, tourists wrapping up their Indian adventures, business travelers making their routine journeys. Nobody on Air India Flight AI171 could have imagined that Thursday afternoon would mark one of aviation's darkest days in over a decade.
By Fathima Haniffa8 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Well
Nestled deep in a forest so dense that the sun hardly touched the ground, the settlement of Shonirgram sat shrouded in stillness. Only old trees and dwindling memories remained of the place, which had been forgotten by time. The remaining peasants were elderly, cautious, and constrained by hushed cautions that had been passed down through the ages. A stone well in the center of the village was fractured and covered in moss. The locals referred to it as "the spring of Murmurs." Nobody ventured to approach it. They asserted that it uttered names, secrets, and profanities in voices that were not those of the living while whispering at night. They said that Leela, a healer who was charged with witchcraft more than a century ago, had passed away there. She had been pushed into the well by the terrified townspeople. Before the silence overcame her, she had screamed for hours. She began to whisper to anyone who came close to the well after that day, pleading for her release or, worse, promising companionship.
By Ahnaf Fardin Khan8 months ago in Horror
